I’m not going to write about the Spitzer mess at present, it requires more concentration and I am sick and swamped with work, but this quote in particular stuck out at me:
I suspect that the rampant willingness among young feminists to deny this grim truth stems from the wholly untenable position into which it thrusts ’em. They’re young, they’re fit, they wanna boink; who can blame them if they just aren’t ready to accept that nothing short of an exhaustive, uncompromising overthrow of the social order will put them in complete control of their own selves?
If a man condescended like this to women, we’d rip him a new one. But a spinster aunt? She is cheered, or, at the very worst, ignored. Ever notice how much of Twisty’s writing is preoccupied with criticizing those silly straight women’s sexual habits? You have to wonder who she’s really pissed off at… the patriarchy? Or someone else? Either way, it’s more double standards from a person who spoke about “capitalist pigs” in the same post that contained her announcement about buying a horse (I assume the horse was bought with capital, of course… If it was bartered for, I apologize) – this may seem like gratuitous snark, but the truth is, we all engage in our little hypocrisies, and Twisty is no different (and neither am I). It’s what makes us human. Problem is, my personal is all political, while Twisty’s is just personal. See the contradiction there?
This type of feminism is like standing Original Sin on its head (thanks, Belle, for the tip-off). Original Sin terminology, which is very much alive today, is all about “men = good, women = bad” (they don’t usually spell it out nowadays… Usually, this is couched in rhetoric such as, “but, you know, Eve sinned.” Speaking of which, I really ought to do a translation of a hilarious Russian Orthodox Taliban-type I found on APN.ru recently). Now it’s “men=bad, women=good” and the same rules for Salvation apply: sex has to be re-codified, a withdrawal from the mainstream is necessary, you must proselytize, abstain from teh evil, etc.
Twisty’ also wants to tell us that one day, we’ll be sorry, which is the classic tactic of fire-and-brimstone preachers everywhere.
I can’t speak for anyone else, but my personal response to such statements is mirthless laughter.
It’s probably true that things will get worse for me at some point or another. In this world, things always seem to get worse. Most of your illusions fade as time passes.
But when people like Twisty Faster attempt to talk down to a group I am a part of, it makes my coffee go straight outta my nose and onto my keyboard. O Wise One, tell me more, ’cause I have no idea! I’ve never encountered male violence and abuse. I don’t know what it’s like to have my very self-worth and humanity questioned on the basis of my gender. I’ve never begged a man to refrain from hurting me. I never screamed and cried in terror when encountering male violence at an age when I should have been playing with dolls… *ahem* non-gender-conforming comfort objects. I’ve never been molested, groped, assaulted, threatened, told that I “deserved” all of the above and more, and called a “stupid w(ho)re” on top of that. I never had a man throw bottles at my head after having his crude advances ignored. I’ve never been offered to join an honest-to-God harem. I’ve never been told that my ethnicity makes it OK to do all sorts of unpleasant things to me. I’ve never seen and experienced the sorts of things I couldn’t even begin discussing on a public blog that has my full name attached to it. Oh no. Not me. Please, waiter, more nuggets of “grim truth” for this table!
Experience has taught me to read between the lines: this “overthrow of the social order” is really just an elaborate cover-up for “when the feminist revolution comes, I will tell you what to do.” It’s not change, it’s exchange. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. I’d rather be doing shots with a guy dressed up as a pe(ni)s at some lame frat party than endure sermonizing from Big Sister who’s not at all like Big Brother, really. Or hey, I’d rather be hooked up with people who are influencing real positive change.
And while I’m at it… Why the assumption that it’s just us “young” feminists who are fit, or, for that matter, enjoy a good boink? Are older women utterly asexual? Do they not have desires? Do some of them not *gasp* engage in sex-work? Do they not count at all?
What does the above have to do with prostitution? Well, nothing much. I was lucky to have escaped being trafficked, as I’ve said before. My views on prostitution are not simple, or so I like to think. And I am usually happy to discuss them (provided Alien isn’t about to explode from my sinuses and deadlines aren’t looming on the horizon like Godzilla), but not with someone like Twisty.
Her icky little pats on the head are more than enough. Condescend to someone else for a change, Twisty. We’re all stocked up here.