I come from a long line of brainy, outspoken, ambitious women. I remember my mother saying to me when I was a wee little thing: “Don’t let anybody tell you that there’s anything you can’t do just because you have breasts and a vagina.” Let me tell you right now – I took those words to heart, and I threw myself fully into every endeavor and passion that lit a fire in me, no matter how difficult. I was always the smart one, the strong one, the clever one, the capable one. The prodigy. The gifted child. I’ve had people clamoring for me to be some kind of feminist poster child MY ENTIRE LIFE because of this.
The thing is, I’ve never wanted that. It’s been right there my whole life, on a silver platter, just waiting for me to reach out and take it. I used to joke with people that I was going to be an astrophysicist, or a neurosurgeon, or the first female president of the United States of America. Alternately, I’d toss around the idea of working in a male-dominated trade – maybe as a plumber, or an electrician. And I guess they couldn’t tell I was joking, because they’d eat that right up and beam with pride and approval (“you go, girl!”). It has always been PAINFULLY clear to me that society EXPECTS me to defy gender norms – as if I have an obligation simply because I am arguably more qualified than most women to do so.
Well. You know what *I* wanted? I wanted to meet a nice man who wanted a large family, and I wanted to marry him and have his children and live a quiet, traditional, productive domestic life – preferably on a small rural homestead in the middle of nowhere. Imagine my surprise when I began approaching womanhood and actually reaching for my dreams, and the oft-repeated mantra of “you can do anything, you can be anything, don’t let anyone say you can’t!” gave way to cries of “No! You can’t do THAT! Anything but THAT!”
OH REALLY, NOW?
As a strong, intelligent woman perfectly capable of standing on my own two feet, I’m not SUPPOSED to do the ONE THING in life that I feel called to do? Is that what feminism is all about? Telling women what they can and can’t do? (Spoiler alert: yes, that’s exactly what it is.)
Oh no no, they said… of course you CAN… that’s what feminism is all about. Having the CHOICE! And aren’t you so grateful that feminism lets you make that choice?? You know, it’s just that there must be something wrong with you, you must have been brainwashed by the Big Bad Patriarchy to voluntarily waste your intelligence and abilities on a life of domestic servitude, weakness, oppression, and perpetual rape. We’re only trying to LIBERATE you! Oh, and it’s such a shame that you won’t set a better example for other girls…
Really? Cause that sounds an awful lot like manipulation and oppression to me. And that’s exactly what feminism is. That’s all it has ever been, and that’s all it ever will be: an underhanded bid by the weakest and most wicked among us, to subjugate the strong and capable to their own purposes. Feminism is a lie. It is fraud on the grandest and most terrible scale. It owes its successful foothold to the fact that it blatantly exploits women’s innate weaknesses – all while denying that those weaknesses exist. If it takes a woman of my intelligence and fortitude to resist this poisonous ideology, then most are doomed to be ensnared by it.
It is not a sustainable ideology, however. It must eventually collapse. Why? Because women are weak. Gender equality is a social construct. A lie. A facade which requires a painstakingly-constructed foundation of societal dependence on modern infrastructure (technology, cash economy, fossil fuel, etc.) to maintain. It’s not a question of IF that will fail – it’s only a matter of time. Truth prevails because truth lasts.
As a girl who’s lived a hard life down here pretty close to the bottom of the economic ladder (in my neck of the woods, at any rate) – as someone who has either chosen or been forced to scratch out an existence by the sweat of my own brow, I have no patience for feminism. Do these poor, misguided children even understand what independence is? What it means to be strong? What it means to ACTUALLY defy the gender norm and WORK HARD instead of playing the hysterical damsel in distress?
I’d like to invite every woman who has spent even ONE MOMENT of her time wailing and gnashing her teeth over this recent Brett Kavanaugh debacle, to stop and reflect for a good long minute on how pathetic she is.
Strength and independence never left ANY woman howling petulantly over not getting her way, or not being sufficiently coddled or accommodated – nor led any woman to sacrifice her honor and dignity to engage in a political smear campaign (Christine Blasé Fraud is a lying whore, just saying). Strong, independent women don’t cry wolf for personal gain. Strong, independent women stand tall in the face of adversity. Strong, independent women don’t need anybody to build their platforms for them. Strong, independent women don’t put on a hysterical show of crumpling and crying for someone to come and rescue them – even when their pain is genuine and their anguish warranted.
I’ve had to carve out my own path in life in spite of feminism. It has been an uphill battle. I could point to countless laws and social standards and institutions which have served as roadblocks to every goal I’ve set and every dream I’ve dreamed (marriage age, public education, women’s suffrage, sexual revolution, normalization of women in the workforce and the dual-income household, Hollywood, women’s fashion… I could go on). As much as feminists would like for everyone to believe that the Big Bad Patriarchy has women under its thumb, that’s simply not true. Maybe in some remote corners of the world and certain rapidly-growing extremist religious sects (*cough*), but not here in America (yet). Here in America, even a woman who actively seeks to submit to patriarchal authority is likely to find herself funneled into the machine of modern social conditioning (feminism) instead.
But you won’t see me screeching and crying for attention, or making sad faces and begging for money from strangers because I’m too weak and fragile to support my own existence in the face of a little opposition and austerity, or (heaven forbid) the mere absence of a system which allows me to do as I please without consequence. I put my every faculty to the grindstone every day to earn my freedom. If you’re not willing to do that, you don’t deserve it.
I am a woman who has been oppressed by feminism, and I am not alone. My grandmother had eight children. My mother had four. I have only two. How many countless women who dreamed of motherhood have found themselves categorically shortchanged by a society and an economy that exploits their talents and their labors and leaves them with nothing on which to build their dreams – as societal resources are aggressively channeled into efforts to stifle and choke out the institution of Family – and to prop up the extravagant lifestyles of those who renounce it?
Feminism (with all of modernity as its cohort) is a blight on humanity. Every woman who subscribes to its tenets is a traitor to all of humankind. THESE are the women who have chosen to waste their intelligence and abilities. THESE are the women who have chosen weakness – of body, of mind, and of spirit. These are the women who will find themselves impotent and without influence when their towers of lies begin to crumble under the weight of their own bloated self-importance and the cold, hard, heavy truth which all their votes and feigned equality shall never unrest: the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
Feminism has tricked women into abandoning their feminine power and influence in favor of desperately trying (in vain) to attain masculine power and influence instead – and it has cost them dearly, though most refuse to see it. They have been tricked into prostituting themselves, and waging war as hired mercenaries against the very men who stand between them and the bonds of slavery.
What would my grandmother, and my great-grandmother, and all those strong, outspoken women in my family of generations past who campaigned so passionately for equality… what would these women think if they could see and comprehend the ache that fills my heart when I look around at the world they left for me – the world they eagerly helped build for me – where men and women wage war with one another, where money and ego reign supreme, where love and marriage are mocked and derided, and where precious children are disparaged as burdensome and discarded like so much trash?
THIS is the greatest violation against women and against womanhood. THIS is the misdirected agony that fills the guttural cries of the women who feel wronged and marginalized and victimized by society.
