Everyday Sexism???

I finally bit the bullet and logged on to Everyday Sexism. It is a website set up to allow women to post their stories of the horrific misogyny and sexism which supposedly pervades our societies. The site is being lauded all over the other online feminist echo-chambers as “brave” “revealing” and “visionary”. Mostly it’s just one after another poster whining about some guy saying something she didn’t like or complaining because a man looked at her boobs. I was thinking about instances from my own life which I could post on the site that would compare with some of the entries I read.

I was sitting on the grass reading on the campus of the college where I work last summer. A young guy walked over to me. He noticed the book I was reading was Russian and asked me where I was from. I told him.

“Russian girls are the most beautiful in the world.” he said.

“Ha ha.” I replied and I suppose you say that when you meet a Spanish or Polish girl?”

“Well obviously not,” he laughed, “but I’m lying when I talk to them.”

“You speak English well” he continued. “Are you part Irish?”

“No, I’m 100% Russian.”

“So you don’t have any Irish in you at all?”

“No” I smiled, knowing the punch-line already.

“Would you like some?” the guy said.

It was a silly conversation that we both knew was going nowhere. Nobody was threatened or offended or violated or any of the things feminists want us to be. It was harmless banter. I didn’t take any offence because – well – because I’m a grown up.

So this is a story of sexism and apparent misogyny that I could post on Everyday Sexism. The problem is that I don’t believe that this man was some sinister sexist woman-hater. He was just joking. That’s right feminists – A joke is an alien concept to you I know, but it usually involves someone making fun of someone else but without any intention to harm. The funniest jokes are usually the ones that feminists would call “inappropriate” or “offensive” which is why a day at a feminist seminar is never going to be a barrel of laughs.

Some of the posts on Everyday Sexism are indeed, disturbing tales of rape and sexual abuse. Many of them are obviously fictional but I’m sure some of them are true. The overwhelming majority of the posts however, are simply shrill petulant whines by pathetic insecure people who consider themselves victims because someone once said something they didn’t like. One woman claimed to have been left feeling “devastated” because she had overheard a racy joke, and no, I’m honestly not making that up! I am leaving a few examples below which are typical of the entries on Everyday Feminism along with my own thoughts on each one.

Here are some whines of wisdom from a male user called Tim who obviously considers himself to be a thoroughly enlightened individual.

“Some of the men at my place of work met up earlier for drinks before the Christmas party. Topic of discussion when I joined them was ‘Who are your top 3?’. Meaning the 3 women in the office you’d like to do.”

Oh my! The sheer horror of it. We can feel the righteous, right-on anger boiling from his post. We can only hope that poor Tim got the counselling he needed after that ordeal. I get the impression that Tim is only in his early twenties so listen up Tim. Here is some free advice from an older woman. Your colleagues were indulging in some harmless banter. In England they call it schoolboy humour. It is sometimes childish but it is completely harmless and natural. Only a chronically insecure prude could possibly find it offensive. Furthermore you seem to completely under-estimate women. You obviously have no idea what kinds of conversations groups of women have about men. I can assure you that they tend to be ten times more “vulgar” and “sexist” than the example you are bleating about here. Listen carefully Tim. Nothing is less attractive to a woman than a fawning, sycophantic gelding. Do yourself a favour and grow a pair, and stop being such a prissy little baby.

A user called Claire though, has suffered even more abuse than poor Tim. Claire describes how a male colleague at the next desk asked her to hand him a pen. The pen she handed him was a very large one. When she gave him the pen, he uttered this shocking abomination – “so you like them big, do you?” I am speechless! Poor Claire will probably never be the same again.

Now User ACM makes her bid for victim of the month. “Every time I see a man reading page three” she snivells, “it makes me feel exposed, vulnerable and victimized.” Really? “Exposed,” “vulnerable” and “victimized?” and all because some guy is looking at a picture of a topless woman? I thought the phrase was – “I’m a woman hear me roar,” not “I’m a woman hear me blubber pathetically about something completely inconsequential.”

User Poppy goes for the sympathy vote. “I’ve only been kissed twice.” she says, “and both times it was unexpected and I did not initiate it.” Poor Poppy has only been kissed twice. On the face of it there doesn’t seem to be any mystery as to why that is. One question for Poppy though. Would it have been OK if you had initiated it, or would that have meant that you were being oppressive …… Or something?

BrokeGirl chimes in with her harrowing tale of the awful misogyny she experienced in a deli. The guy behind the counter offered her two burritos instead of the one she had ordered. She never expected her refusal to illicit such a terrifyingly misogynist response. The disgusting pig joked “I understand. Gotta keep that figure.” My heart goes out to this noble victim. BrokeGirl, wherever you are, we salute your bravery in the face of such unspeakable horror.

User anon has this shocking tale to tell. Reader discretion is advised.

“A male examiner walks past and starts talking to guys I was with about how they think it went and what careers they want in the future. Never made eye contact with me, spoke to me or acknowledged my existence.”

Hmmmm. Just a thought. Maybe he didn’t want to look at you for fear of you accusing him of objectifying you or something. Maybe he was afraid to talk to you because he was sure whatever he said would be taken as sexist. Maybe he was wisely giving you a wide berth for his own good. You see anon, men don’t generally like engaging with whiny, over-sensitive simpletons who expect them to walk on eggshells.

Susie tells us how she went to work wearing no bra with her boobs sticking through her dress. Susie thinks bra’s are oppressive you see. Her male boss predictably “oppressed” her by making a very reasonable request to cover herself in the workplace. Susie blubbers plaintively about how she felt “disrespected” Well no Susie. Your boss has the right to expect his employees to dress appropriately for work. The fact that you put him in the uncomfortable position of having to ask you to cover yourself is just selfish. You were the one being disrespectful.

Susie comes back to tell us how, on the Paris Metro, two men- Yes that’s right, two, took out their penises and stood masturbating while staring at her on a crowded carriage.

Sorry Susie but nobody who has ever been on the Paris Metro is going to believe that for a minute. Anyone who tried that on the Metro would be lynched by the other passengers. You need help Susie because your demons are very much in your own head.

User F tells us that “Many Men still think its acceptable to touch a woman’s boobs or bum in clubs.”

Many men? How many is that? Is it twenty or two hundred or two million? Sorry F. but they don’t. I don’t know what kind of clubs you go to. Maybe you’re wandering into strip clubs by mistake? I have been on this planet for thirty three years and I have been groped by a stranger on the bum an entire total of once. This seems to confirm to me that most men do not consider it acceptable to touch a woman without her consent. Oh and no …. I wasn’t traumatized for life but thanks for asking!

Ariana wades in with this particularly petulant whinge. “My boyfriend likes to call me his girl when we’re alone. It’s a term of endearment and, according to him, should be interpreted as a sweet gesture. Am I the only person who doesn’t like belonging to anyone other than myself?”

No Ariana, but you are probably the only person who is so “offended” by what is obviously a term of endearment. You might also be the only person who is unaware that you have the right to break up with your boyfriend if he bothers you that much.

OK this is getting really boring. It just goes on and on. There is page after page of this drivel – literally thousands of entries, all from these woefully insecure people who probably should never be allowed outside without supervision. If this is representative of the quality of the character of people that western universities are churning out, then the western world is in deep, deep trouble.

Of course this website is designed to do what most feminist sites are designed to do; paint women as perpetual victims who constantly need to be protected, by feminism no doubt; and cast men as disgusting, woman-hating brutes who think with their penises.

If there is any site that I have encountered that is truly insulting to women, then it is Everyday Sexism. I would like to say to any men reading this, that most women can actually take a joke. Most of us are actually grown up enough not to have a breakdown whenever we hear someone say something we find distasteful. Most of us have nothing in common with the pathetic, whiny, dribbling half-wits on Everyday Sexism.

As I often say. Feminism is not about strong women demanding equality. Feminism is about weak, insecure women who can’t handle equality.

Everyday Sexism is just one more example of that.

http://everydaysexism.com/

MRAs VS Feminists

Here is my take on MRAs. (Mens rights activists).I am not a member of any MRA organization and I admit that my experience of MRAs is limited so this is just my opinion. I have visited some MRM websites and have found little evidence of misogyny. Most MRAs are quite open about their contempt for feminism, as am I, but I can find little evidence of hatred of women within their movement.

I have debated with MRAs on other sites and (with one exception) I have found no evidence of animosity towards women in their responses even when women are vehemently disagreeing with them. Feminism (of which I have considerable experience) is bristling with hatred of men in general. Feminist literature, theory and activism is positively boiling with anti-male rhetoric of the most bigoted and virulent kind.

Feminists online (with a few exceptions) react with extreme hatred to anyone who disagrees with their pronouncements. Feminists generally respond to anyone who dissents from their views by first, accusing them of being abusive, then screaming insults in an attempt to silence them and finally blocking them from responding.

Everybody is familiar with their tactics, which if anything just go to prove that they have no confidence in their own arguments. If there is a little battle for hearts and minds being fought between feminists and MRAs on the internet, then the MRAs are slowly begining to gain the upper hand.

 
Try this at home. Log on to any feminist website and post a response, very politely taking issue with one of their articles. You will be called a misogynist and blocked from the thread. It is telling that MRM websites almost never employ these blocking tactics. They don’t need to because they have confidence in their own arguments.

Feminists are constantly implying that their movement represents all women. It does not. Most women are not feminists and most MRAs seem to be very aware of that. MRAs claim to represent the interests of men and boys but they do not claim that they have the support of all or even most men.

So from what I can see the differences are very clear. MRAs display contempt for feminism, not women. Feminists display contempt for men, not just MRAs. That’s the difference.

Fiona the Feminist – Episode 1 – Fiona the Feminist, A Day in the Life.

Fiona the feminist was angry. Her trip to the supermarket had become the usual minefield of misogynist oppression. She had very politely asked the man in front of her in the checkout queue if she could skip the line, explaining that she was in a hurry. He had refused. The faint smirk on his face had said it all. Of course he would have allowed a man to skip the queue, but women, as always, were second class citizens. Fiona was putting on a brave face. After all women in Ireland had to suffer this constant barrage of misogyny every day. Fiona was just glad that her gender studies classes had given her the skills to survive in a patriarchal society.

Fiona was hot. It was now officially the hottest July ever recorded in this usually mild country and Fiona’s latest piercing was still swollen and sore. As she walked past a building site a workman whistled at her. She was outraged. She began to walk more quickly. She was well aware of the fact that wolf-whistles often lead to gang-rape. She knew that whistles were used by men to demonstrate their hatred of women everywhere. She felt under attack, but that was just normal for a woman living in a patriarchal society.

She only noticed the blonde girl in the little red convertible as the construction worker called out again – “looking gooooooooood”. As the traffic lights turned to green, the blonde girl pouted, smiled and waved in his direction before driving off. On realizing that the man had been whistling at the blonde girl in the car, Fiona the Feminist was even more disturbed. Fiona could take it. Fiona was protected by the armor of her feminist education. The girl in the car was an innocent. She didn’t know that she was being verbally assaulted. She didn’t realize how deeply she was being hurt. She didn’t know that that man was the product of a culture designed to crush the spirits of women. Some women called it flirting, but Fiona had read Steinem and Greer, and Fiona knew better.

But Fiona was angry at the girl in the sports-car too? How could she participate in this barbaric behaviour? Didn’t she realize that she was allowing herself to be used as a tool of the patriarchy? Didn’t she realize that that construction worker was a rapist and would have raped her given the chance? Didn’t she realize that he would probably go out after work and rape another woman?

Fiona the Feminist was in a hurry now because she was bursting for a pee. Had she been male, she could have ducked into the woods at the end of the town and relieved herself behind a tree. Of course under the patriarchy, a woman couldn’t do that and anyway, everybody knew that the woods were full of rapists just waiting for their next victim. As she was walking past the park, she noticed a tall brutish looking man walking along with a little girl in a pink dress. A pink dress!!! Fiona shuddered at the sight. Fiona knew that pink clothes for girls constituted the first step in the process of oppressive gender construction. The child had noticed an ice-cream vendor and cried out – “daddy can we get some ice-cream?” Fiona’s heart sank. What price would the little girl have to pay for that ice-cream? She wondered. Fiona knew there was no point in calling the police. They would do nothing as usual.

As Fiona the Feminist walked past the bus-stop she cringed in disgust at the advertising billboard depicting a clearly sexualized woman extolling the virtues of a new eye-liner. She felt the burden of a millennium of oppression crushing down on her. She had considered taking the bus but everyone knew that buses sometimes contained men who rode the buses to objectify and lear at women. Anyway she could be sure that there would be even more offensive advertisements displayed inside the bus. Buses, Fiona understood were simply tools of patriarchal oppression and to add insult to injury, women were also forced to pay to use them.

Fiona had no choice but to walk past the entrance to the rugby club on the way home. A group of teenage boys emerged just as she approached. It was almost as if they were lying in wait for her. She shuddered to think what evil was lurking in the foul minds of these little future rapists. The boys jostled and punched each other playfully, laughing as they made their way up the street. Fiona knew that their sinister masculine behaviour was no laughing matter though. She knew that their imitation violence was training for the day when they would inflict real violence upon women. They moved aside to let Fiona pass, but Fiona did not mistake this for courtesy. Fiona, armed with the wisdom of feminist doctrine knew that they were just checking her out, objectifying her, deciding if she was to be their victim.

Fiona the Feminist closed the door behind her with a sigh of relief. She was finally safe from the oppression of the patriarchy. Her friend, Fanny the Feminist would be arriving later to share a meal. They would sip wine together and discuss the great works of literature like “The Beauty Myth” and the “The Female Eunuch”. Fanny herself was writing a book called “I’m Oppressed”.

She looked forward to Fanny’s company. Fanny understood. Fiona had just been for a short walk into town to do some shopping and she had been intimidated, verbally abused and confronted with blatant misogyny where ever she had looked. How women could survive such oppression every day was a great credit to the strength and perseverance of women everywhere, Fiona thought. Men would never survive such harsh and hostile conditions. Fiona felt a strange glow of pride. “I survived today” she whispered to herself. “I am a survivor” – “I am a woman, hear me roar.”

Disclaimer:

No feminists were harmed during the writing of this story.

Fiona the Feminist – Episode 2 – Fiona the Feminist Starts a Support Group

Fiona the Feminist was angry. She had been refused permission to use a classroom in the local school for her Wednesday evening support group. The misogynist school principle had told her that she needed to book a room at least eight weeks in advance and that as it stood, all the rooms were already being used. Fiona knew this was yet another attempt by the patriarchy to crush the spirits of women. Fiona would not be so easily thwarted though. Her determination to help the downtrodden women of Ireland was unquenchable. She would hold the support group in her own house.

Originally the plan was for Fiona’s friend Fanny the Feminist to lead the group, but it was decided that as Fiona held the relevant diplomas in victimology and male-blaming, she would be better placed to take the lead. Fiona prepared the room well in advance, arranging chairs in a circle and hanging the large banner she had made on the wall. The banner read “Women Empowering Women” Fiona had thought of that slogan all by herself. She finally removed anything remotely phallic in shape from the room. She knew she would be dealing with victims of patriarchal abuse and she didn’t want anyone to be triggered.

The first evening went well. Only a few people showed up but it was a good start. Fiona was introduced to some new faces. Fifi, Frances, Faye and Freda. Their stories were truly harrowing.

Fifi had been called a “stupid bitch” after having bumped her car into that of a nasty misogynist. She had required months of counseling and she wasn’t quite there yet. She recounted how the police had arrived quickly on the scene, but instead of offering her support and comfort, they had sided with the misogynist, checking Fifi’s insurance documents and warning her that she would have to pay for the damage.

Faye had been “cyber bullied”. Various misogynists had left messages on her feminist blog at wearevictims.com. The messages had been critical of feminism in general and one of them had even called her an idiot. Faye had interpreted this as a death-threat and had reported it to police. Faye had been deeply traumatized by her ordeal. She trembled uncontrollably as she told her story and had to be comforted by a group hug. Fiona who had left her laptop open on the table, closed it and removed it from the room. Faye had explained that she sometimes found the sight of computer screens quite triggering. And this was to be a safe space for women.

Freda had once been told that she had “nice melons” by a drunk outside a pub. She had reported the incident to the police but they had predictably refused to investigate. Freda had been afraid to leave her apartment for months.

Fanny recounted her own horrific story of abuse and survival. She had overheard an inappropriate joke in work and she reminded everybody that there was nothing funny about inappropriate remarks. In fact they could be devastating to the self-esteem of women everwhere. Fanny was a tough one though; a true survivor. She had taken a few weeks off to recover from her ordeal but had then returned to work and fought back. She had demanded that a room at the company offices be set aside as a safe woman’s space and had lodged a complaint against the misogynistic joke teller which resulted in his dismissal. Fanny was a true heroine of the struggle.

All in all, the evening had been a resounding success. There had been a slight feeling of discomfort when Frances had suggested that someone should make some sandwiches. The women looked at each-other nervously, each acutely aware of the delicate nature of the topic. Once again though, Fanny had come to the rescue. “Damn” she laughed. “There is never a male feminist around when you need one.Why don’t we just order some take-out?”

Things lightened up a bit after the women had eaten and they finished the evening sipping wine, discussing their vaginas, and whether or not is was possible for a man to be a decent human being? Faye impressed them all by producing a wrinkled tissue in a glass frame. It was a tissue that had once been used to wipe the nose of Gloria Steinem herself!

Fiona was elated. Her support group was going to be a resounding success and as word spread, she was sure she would be able to reach out and offer support to many more victims. She was immensely proud to be associated with these women. They were so strong and brave and determined to display their heroic defiance in the face of the constant misogyny and oppression they experienced every day.

Before leaving, the women stood in a circle, arms raised in a clenched-fist salute and chanted together. “We are women hear us roar.”

Disclaimer:

No feminists were harmed or even “triggered” during the writing of this story.

Feminism is Poison

Feminism is built upon the principle of patriarchy theory – the idea that women have been oppressed by men throughout our history and that men have always been “privileged” relative to women. Almost all other feminist doctrine is built upon this foundation. Patriarchy theory itself, is not only a giant historical lie, but it is a lie that has been deliberately concocted and perpetuated by feminists to encourage women to see men as the enemy.

The demonization of men is vitally important to feminism and it is a constant theme that underscores all feminist discourse and literature. Feminism could not survive without it because most modern feminist activism is based on advocating for special status for women, using the justification that women have traditionally been oppressed and that men are basically brutish oppressors by default.

I have debunked patriarchy theory on many occasions in debating with feminists. It’s not difficult to do. I asked one British feminist who claimed women in the early 1900’s in Britain were oppressed, if she really though those women would have preferred to work in the mines or fight in the trenches. Her response – Silence. I asked her if she realized that whilst women did not have the vote in the UK of the 1900’s nor did many men, and furthermore that women did not have the vote because they avoided all of the responsibilities that went hand in hand with the vote.. Her response – Silence. I asked her if she realized that the franchise in the UK in the 1900’s was linked to both property rights and citizenship responsibilities such as conscription. Her response – Silence. I asked her if she realized that most working class women in the UK opposed the suffragettes because they realised that equality with men would have been deeply hurtful to them. Her response – Silence. I asked her if she really thought that Emiline Pankhurst would ever have tolerated equality. Her response – Silence. I pointed out that while women were always discriminated against throughout history, men were also discriminated against, but often in much harsher ways. – Silence. She did pop up on another thread though babbling away about how women in the UK were oppressed in the 1900’s. No surprise there.

In order to believe in feminist theory, it is a requirement to ignore historical and scientific fact. This leaves feminists with a conundrum. They cannot argue their case against anybody who is not prepared to just fall for shallow slogans so it’s better not to engage in debate at all. I admire Germaine Greer in particular for her debating skills. She will refuse to engage with anyone who doesn’t agree with her. She uses typical feminist shaming tactics but in her own unique way. Her insults, designed to deflect an awkward question, are delivered as gentle humour. They are designed to win over the audience and shame the questioner and they almost always work. Most feminists however don’t have her polished skills so they just chant slogans and parrot off the same debunked rhetoric over and over again. I suspect the almost religious fervor of their repetitiveness is as much designed to convince themselves as anyone else.

Western feminists main catch-call these days is equality. Feminists just want equality for women they say. I have asked feminists from The UK, USA, Australia, Germany and various other countries to give me examples of laws or regulations in their respective countries that discriminate against women in any way. I further pointed out that it is illegal under EU law to discriminate against women on the basis of gender. It is however, thanks to feminism, perfectly legal in some cases to discriminate against men. Both employment law and family law often reflect this. The response of feminists – Silence. Just to check my facts I phoned several woman’s advocacy organizations in Ireland and the UK, asking if they could give me examples of where women were unequal under the law. The British National Council of Women claim they advocate for equality for women in Britain. Their representatives were unable to furnish me with even one example of where women in the UK were discriminated against. They became quite agitated when I persisted in asking them. It’s almost hilarious. You couldn’t make it up.

In fact women in the UK are the beneficiaries of all kinds of affirmative action programs, special lobby groups and government funded grant schemes. Women in the UK are also given priority over men in terms of social and emergency housing and social welfare supplements. There is a reason why over 88% of homeless people are men and that reason is partly created by feminism.

Families in the UK are also suffering through spiraling divorce rates and the increasing reluctance of men to get involved in long-term relationships at all. Men have less chance of surviving a marriage now than a game of Russian roulette. Almost 59% of marriages will end in divorce. 70% of divorces are initiated by women and in over 80% of divorces, the man will lose his home, his kids and a percentage of his future earnings. It’s no wonder men don’t want to get married. Those are odds that the most compulsive gambler would run away from. The problem is that women do want marriage. Women need stable long-term relationships even more than men do for obvious reasons, but they are finding it increasingly difficult to find them.

Meanwhile feminism has been teaching girls and women that they deserve to have it all. That if they are not blissfully happy then they should bail out; that they should never have to compromise in any way to attract or keep a man; that it is men who should make all the compromises. When a man makes the decision to opt out of this one-sided deal, it is, we are told, because he is selfish or immature; he cannot “man up”. He is a “manchild”. Many men are simply walking away. Many are avoiding the toxic, over-entitled, parasitical products of decades of feminism altogether and looking for suitable matches overseas. Women are left wondering “where have all the good men gone?” Well the answer dear, is that they have run away from you because you see, a man wants a partner. He wants a lover, companion, friend and comrade and he wants that partner to be female. He doesn’t want some gender-neutral humanoid, and he certainly doesn’t want some whiny, judgmental entitlement princess who will take him to the cleaners at the first sign of trouble.

Native populations are plummeting and dependence on the recourses of the increasingly creaking machinery of the state is growing out of control. Exploding prison populations have been directly related to the phenomenon of single mother households, a phenomenon driven by feminist design and advocacy, and paid for from the taxes of men. Feminism has been telling women for years that they don’t need men. It’s a lie of course. Men and women need each other and probably the most destructive thing that feminism has managed to do is drive a wedge between the sexes, causing a toxic atmosphere of fear and mistrust that makes both sexes unnecessarily wary of each-other.

Feminists have lobbied, mostly successfully, for rape shield laws which do nothing to increase the likelihood of a rapist being convicted, but have dangerously increased the likelihood of innocent men being sent to prison. Feminists are also lobbying against a current UK suggestion to grant anonymity to accused men just as it is granted to his accuser. There has been an explosion of false rape claims across the UK in recent years resulting in dreadful pain for innocent men. Note: I only include accusations that have been proven to have been malicious in court. I do not include cases where the charges were dismissed for lack of evidence either way. A man can have his life destroyed by just one pointed finger. Even if the accusation in withdrawn or the man is exonerated in court, the chances are that he will still be vilified by society on the basis that there’s no smoke without fire. Feminists have lobbied successfully in many countries to ensure that custodial sentences are not imposed upon women who make malicious accusations. They have not yet succeeded in this in the UK but they are still working on it. People who make these accusations cause enormous strain on police resources and make it more difficult for real victims to be taken seriously. Feminists should be condemning these women but they don’t. Feminism once again proves that the demonization of men is more important to them than justice, equality or even the protection of women.

Feminists have also pushed (again broadly successfully) for the definitions of sexual assault and sexual harassment to be broadened to the extent that almost any unwanted approach by a man to a woman, can be criminalized if the woman so chooses.

A male colleague of mine was recently suspended from his job for sexual harassment. His offence? He asked one of his female co-workers out on a date. She said no. He didn’t persist. In other words he behaved like a perfect gentleman. She decided a few days later that his proposal had constituted sexual harassment and made a complaint. Her word was taken over his because of course he had already committed the crime of being male. The man was reinstated but there is no doubt that the incident damaged his career. The workplace atmosphere though, which had previously been relaxed and easy going, had been fatally poisoned, with men refusing to socialize or even go for lunch with their female colleagues. Men do not want to be around overgrown children who expect them to walk on eggshells.

I laugh out loud sometimes when I hear feminists talk about equality and respect in the workplace when they encourage this kind of hateful childishness. How can women expect to be treated with respect when they are encouraged to whine like babies every-time anybody says anything they find “offensive”. It’s really embarrassing for women like me who really do believe in equality and really can stand on my own too feet.

Feminist inspired campaigns against violence against women are often generously funded by the taxes of the men they are designed to demonize. Marchers in a recent “reclaim the streets” protest in Dublin were blissfully unaware that the vast majority of victims of violent assault on our streets are men. I would fully support any measures which would make the streets safer for people (although marching around chanting silly slogans isn’t going to solve anything) but I would never lend my support to any movement that is gender exclusive in any way. I believe in equality you see. If you did too then you wouldn’t be a feminist.

Feminists have been encouraging women to ridicule and denigrate men and masculinity for so long now that misandry has become the bread and butter of media culture. It is so all pervasive that most people don’t even notice it. I was unaware of it myself for years until I began to think about it. In advertising especially, the man is almost always either a nice but stupid beefcake, a creepy leach or a dribbling moron who cannot figure out how to use a washing machine.

This constant stereotyping of men is just advertisers giving women what they want. Women spend 70% of the western world’s disposable income so any advertiser ignores them at their peril. Women have been conditioned by feminism for decades to enjoy the ridiculing of men but this is not harmless. It drip feeds a poisonous acceptance into our society that it is OK to demonize half the population and lionize the other half. It damages women just as much as men. Whichever of these male character templates is chosen for a particular advert, the end result is always the same. The man is left with egg on his face by the actions or words of a sassy sophisticated woman who is obviously both his moral and intellectual superior.

Probably the most disturbing example of this casual ridicule of men in the media that I can think of, is the show on US TV which featured a panel of middle aged women, laughing at the actions of Katherine Kieu Becker who had been convicted of cutting off her husbands penis and putting it through the waste disposal. One of the panelists described what Becker had done as “quite wonderful” to cheers and applause from an all female audience. Now imagine a panel of male personalities laughing and joking at the plight of a woman who had been drugged, bound and horrifically mutilated by her husband. None of those men would ever work again. Feminists would see to that. The slut-walks remember, were started in response, not to the actions, but the words of one man.

Again feminists infantilize women. I don’t believe that anyone should ever be fired from their job for saying something no matter how offensive I may think they are. I believe that the right to free speech is sacred and absolute. I just wish feminists agreed with that.

Feminists also seek to undermine what is left of democracy in the west by agitating for gender quotas. Again, they seek to constantly tilt the playing field against men by inventing all kinds of imaginary discrimination. There are no barriers in the western world to women running for election if they choose, and women constitute about 52% of the electorate in most countries. Feminists confuse woman’s choices with discrimination and that is just patronizing to women. It is feminist movement, not the MRM who insult women by constantly suggesting that women are only capable of competing when the playing field is artificially tilted in their favor.

Feminists constantly peddle the lie that they are just fighting for equality of opportunity and equality of choice for women. Women, right across the western world already have those things but feminists don’t like to talk about that. What feminists really want is not equality of opportunity, but equality of outcome. Not only is that the very anthesis of freedom, it is impossible to achieve anyway. The problem lies in the colossal amount of damage caused to western societies by the feminist inspired attempts to achieve the unachievable.