The ‘Male Feminist’ Problem
How many times must I say it? Never talk to a feminist:
Guys: Learn to take a hint. Learn to walk away.
If a woman tells you she is a feminist, say nothing and walk away.
No feminist wants to hear what a man has to say, and life is too short to waste your time taking to feminists. Just walk away.
Leave feminists alone, and then they can complain about that.
There is no point arguing with a feminist. There is nothing to discuss. The feminist has complete contempt for males. She considers men useless and irrelevant. She has no respect for you. The fact that you are a man means you are automatically wrong about everything. She is the judge, jury and prosecutor, and all men are guilty. Case closed.
Jocelyn MacDonald is a feminist in Seattle who declares: “Men are parasites. Separatism is the first step to feminism.” Citing lesbian feminist Marilyn Frye, MacDonald argues that “male privilege makes men thieves of [women’s] mental, spiritual, and physical energy”:
Throughout patriarchal history, men have had virtually unlimited access to women’s bodies. They have engineered and maintained this through marriage, denying access to abortion, and undervaluing women’s labour, among others too numerous to list off.
Can she possibly make the point any clearer? Males are “parasites” and “thieves.” Feminists are anti-marriage, anti-motherhood, and do not believe any man should ever have “access to women’s bodies.”
However, Ms. MacDonald did not always feel this way. She was notalways a lesbian separatist. Once upon a time, she fell in love with a man:
The man in question, Adam [a pseudonym], was a PhD candidate at the University of Rochester. . . .
I met Adam when I was 19 and he was 26. We got to know each other going to protests: an anti-Nazi rally in Buffalo, a picket at the border patrol on Lake Ontario, a few house parties hosted by the International Socialist Organization. . . .
With him, I felt like a real person again, and it was as a complete and whole person that I had sex with a man for the first time, feeling neither that I was losing something or giving something away.
A few months later, we decided to get married. Because what could be funnier than a couple of queer, ethically nonmonogamous, Marxist atheists redefining traditional marriage in a small ceremony in a Quaker meetinghouse? The answer is nothing. Except that I loved the living hell out of him and definitely wanted to bear his math-prodigy, prematurely balding, little Lenin look-alikes. And I believed that for him, I was the one so impossible not to love that he thought about marriage like it wasn’t a social construct designed to replicate the modes of production. . . .
Perhaps you see the basic problem here. What are the odds of “a couple of queer . . . Marxist atheists” having a happy-ever-after romance? Well, they went to her mother’s house for Christmas. The prematurely balding math prodigy was aloof, while Ms. MacDonald got drunk and then, the day after Christmas, her little Lenin look-alike made an announcement:
In the morning, I woke up and crawled in Adam’s bed, excited, cuddly, happy. “I missed you,” I said.
“I’m flying to Rochester in an hour and a half,” he said. “And we need to talk.”
He walked me back to my room where we sat on my bed.
“Remember when I said it would be impossible not to love you?”
“Yes,” I said, pleased.
“That’s still true. I find it impossible not to love you, and that’s why I don’t want to see you anymore. Because I don’t want to be in love. I want to be alone.”
It was unbelievable to me, because I was doing all the work. I’d made love like it was a choice, you just keep saying yes to love. I was doing all that needed to be done to accommodate him and he was saying both that it was working, that he loved me back, and also that it was for that reason that he never wanted to see me again.
I was shattered. He had stopped believing in me, in our love. Our marriage was a revolution yet-to-be imagined, and he was no longer convinced.
Tough luck for the queer Marxist atheist girl, because the queer Marxist atheist guy does not want to be in love. He’d rather be alone.
Here we see the “male feminist” problem in stark relief. A major reason feminists hate men so much is because these are the only kind of men they associate with. What kind of guy spends his spare time at “house parties hosted by the International Socialist Organization”? You’d meet a better quality of men at a Toby Keith concert or a monster truck rally.
This is why parents must warn their daughters never to become feminists. Next thing you know, she’ll be dating a Marxist weirdo and, when that falls apart, she’ll move to Seattle and become a lesbian separatist.
Also, there’s a high rate of herpes among feminists.
Remember what 21st-century feminism is all about:
Until I started studying radical feminism, I never thought of “normal” as an achievement, but Feminism Is Queer, as Professor Mimi Marinucci has explained. Feminist theory condemns heterosexuality as “the ideology of male supremacy,” and denies that behavioral differences between men and women are natural. Any apparent differences between men and women are socially constructed by the gender binary within the heterosexual matrix (see Judith Butler, Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity, 1990). Feminism seeks to abolish gender in order to achieve “equality” by establishing an androgynous society in which the categories “male” and “female” cease to have any significance.
Feminism is a cult. Once young people get involved in this weird ideology, it becomes impossible for them to think or behave normally
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That nose-pierced weirdo, believe it or not, grew up in a conservative Christian family and attended Bible college, but dropped out after she became involved in feminism and decided gender theory is more important than the Bible. Allie McDougall now attends the University of Ottawa, where her boyfriend is co-chair of the university chapter of the socialist New Democratic Party. She now attends St. Albans, a “progressive” Anglican church that performs “liturgies” for renaming transgendered people. Anyway, you might want to read what Ms. McDougall has to say about her “life partner” Davis Whittington-Heeney:
My partner Davis is a feminist ally, and a very committed one. In all of his political activities, he strives for gender parity. He listens to and amplifies women’s voices whenever he can. Ours is an egalitarian relationship and he respects, uplifts, and affirms my lived experience. And it makes me so sad when people tell me how lucky I am, how rare he is, and how I should be so proud that my boyfriend actively works with and for feminist activism. Yes, I am lucky; yes, he is great and probably a rarity; but why the hell is it so countercultural for him to actually put his money where is mouth is and use his male privilege to amplify my voice and the voices of other women? I believe this is all rooted in the depressingly low standards of acceptable behaviour that men have inherited as a by-product of their patriarchal advantage.
OK, what are the odds of a happy-ever-after ending here? Do you detect apattern, dear reader? When we recall that “God is not the author of confusion” (I Corinthians 14:33), we must conclude that the father of lies (John 8:44) is responsible for this pattern. More from Ms. McDougall:
I struggle with feelings of anxiety and inferiority. I’ve forgotten completely periods of time that were my darkest. I’ve made regrettable decisions that have harmed my relationship with my partner . . .
I’ve scheduled appointments to meet with a registered psychotherapist to help start down the road of progress and recovery.
Where do you think that road will lead? Do you think Allie McDougall might end up like Jocelyn MacDonald, arguing for lesbian separatism? Do you see why the “male feminist” is such a problem? Every time a guy plays along with this game — nodding in assent while feminists denounce “male privilege” and “patriarchal advantage” — he lends credence to this cult ideology. It encourages feminists to believe that all men could be the Davis Whittington-Heeney type, and that the only thing preventing us from becoming Male Feminists is our own ignorance or desire to cling to our “male privilege.” However, even if this were possible for us all to become the Davis Whittington-Heeney type (which, thank God, it is not) our civilization could not survive such a transformation. A society in which all men were the Davis Whittington-Heeney type would be overrun by barbarians. Frankly, this is what’s happening in Germany, where Muslim “refugees” are raping women and girls with impunity (and feminists won’t say a word about it). The Radical Theology of Feminismhas crippled the West, convincing many people that “progress” requires the destruction of our civilization, wrecking families and ruining lives, and steering young people toward The Darwinian Dead End.
Feminists despise men as “parasites” and “thieves,” and have the effrontery to expect men to agree with these insults.
Learn to walk away. Never talk to a feminist. Seek companionship elsewhere, and leave her alone, with her ideology and her cats.
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