Dear “Feminist,” please lay off the battery acid

male-identified pseudo-feminism rears its ugly head (bunny gives away his maleness with stereotypical colouring)
male-identified pseudo-feminism rears its ugly head (bunny gives away his maleness with stereotypical colouring)

Three separate people have e-mailed to tell me that a certain women’s rights warrior (whose activism seems to revolve around setting up a blog to trash me and Ren and other undesirables), is clamouring for my attention again.

“No Frodo! Don’t give in! Not now!”

Yes, I’ve been doing a rather good job of ignoring her for the last month or so. Why do I want to throw away all that hard work now? Well, first of all, I’m bored. I’m not going on any exciting shopping trips or battling any particularly terrifying foes in my RPG, and with Ramadan coming up, I’m in for even less action and adventure than usual.

Second of all, I feel as though a major line has been crossed. Again. I’m content to have Feminist Anonymist rant and rave about my politics for as long as the moonshine and battery acid last her, but the minute her dirty little paws start grasping at my personal life, I feel like I need to say something. I don’t like it when people make up lies about me. It’s violating and icky and makes the entire thing feel like a cross between “Fatal Attraction” and an episode of Jerry Springer.

Before, “Feminist Anonymist” was content to call me a “whore.” Now she’s saying that I’m duping my readers by placing a “donate” button on this blog, because I am, apparently, richer than King Solomon. I mean, how else could I have gone to Duke?

Student debt? What’s that? No, no, student debt is for people we like. I probably stole that money from weeping orphans and endangered lemurs.

The “donate” button still comes with a sizeable disclaimer attached, but perhaps this warrior for justice just wishes to pretend that the disclaimer doesn’t exist. Who am I to intrude upon her fantasy? And who am I to point out that a woman who lives off an inheritance should probably not be scrutinizing others’ financial privilege? Oops.

An attempt to use my friend’s death to score a cheap point was what got FA banned from this site. I’m surprised to see her revisiting this episode; nobody’s that cruel and stupid, are they? Laughing in my face about the untimely demise of a beloved individual who left grieving family members and friends behind? This is what passes for speaking truth to power? I’ve met ogres more courteous and thoughtful than that.

As for the other stuff, it’s amusing. I laughed out loud when I read about how I “pull the Slavic card.” I’m picturing a very shiny and ornamental card, something I can wave around like an FBI badge, only with more frou frou. Pictures of me on this site? Well, I don’t have a pathological need to make myself invisible lest someone, somewhere, is horribly offended by my evil visage, ugly nose and all. Liking men? As a heterosexual woman, I *omigod* do, one man above all in particular. I know all of this information is rather shocking, but do steady yourself and have a drink of water or something stronger, you’ll be alright in no time.

For someone supposedly fighting on the front-lines for the liberation of women (or at least those women deemed worthy), FA sure does have a lot of time to spend on this particular… glorious battle. And you know what? If she employed actual arguments, I wouldn’t mind. As it stands, conversations with my bunny are much more stimulating.

P.S. Don’t you just love it when people (people like FA) who admit they don’t know a certain person (a person like Ren) nevertheless insist, mockingly, that said person ought to get psychological help? But then again, it seems like no discussion surrounding Renegade Evolution can occur without an attempt at her humiliation (good luck with that one, assholes!).

Love to Tim Brabants!

Tim Brabants was a 31-year-old British doctor with a dream, competing in a sport, kayaking, where the British have never won a gold medal. He put a helluva lot on the line, sidelining his career and making financial sacrifices, and today, he done made his country proud. He looked so badass in the kayak single 1000m race, with his huge arms and cool little sunglasses, and when he got up on that stand to accept his gold with such a mild, gentle smile, he was a doctor again. A doctor with a lion inside.

Tim Brabants, we salute you.

Georgia and Russia: a War Diary From One Man Trying to Keep His Family Safe in Georgia

This Georgian war diary is long, but it makes for excellent reading. No matter what side you take in this conflict, or whether you take a side at all, you will take away something from this piece, something elemental.

(Un)happy reading.

The Germaine Greer Clown Car Pulls Into Town Once More

My eyes have seen the horror of the coming of Germaine. The bad copy-and-paste job is intentional... I assure you
My eyes have seen the horror of the coming of Germaine. The bad copy-and-paste job is intentional... I assure you

Contrary to all manner of vile rumour, I am perfectly capable of saying nice things about culture warrior and battle-hardened crusader against all things pink, otherwise known as Germaine Greer. I think she is an incredibly clever woman who expresses even the most insane opinions with tremendous flourish. I also think she’s damn fine; say what you want about aging, her face is as haughtily glamorous as ever, she has the stare of Hans Christian Andersen’s Snow Queen, part glacial, part beguiling.

This is precisely why I have to pause and make sure I have not accidentally ingested some paint thinner with that Bloody Mary (stranger things have happened) when I see Germaine referring to Madonna as an “elderly mother,” among other things. Uh oh. I think the paint thinner is in YOUR Bloody Mary, Germaine. Step away from it before more people get hurt.

Now, you might wonder, what the hell is wrong with pointing out that Madonna’s getting on in years? By itself, nothing much. But I can’t stand this little barb, which amounts to “you had your children too late, Madge.” I honestly think this is even worse than Camille Paglia’s gleeful slut-shaming and snide dismissal of Madonna’s looks: “hard-bitten face lolling its tongue like a dissolute old streetwalker,” – really? People have complained that Camille Paglia always talks about the same damn thing, which she does, but the real entertainment is observing just how low she is willing to go for the sake of attention.

Still, I think there is something even more vile in taking someone else’s parental role and turning it into a cheap little insult. Madonna’s kids are not adults, they didn’t ask for this attention, and she’s their mother, no matter what. Way to take a giant dump on someone else’s family and age, Germaine.

Alas, it gets worse. Germaine Greer is not to be outdone by… Germaine Greer.

Behold! Germaine thinks that domestic violence in Aboriginal communities is a-OK!

“Now, now, Natalia,” Jezebel’s commenters would say. “Germaine is NOT saying that. All she’s saying is that white folk cannot self-righteously jump in to fix this problem of domestic violence.”

Yes, I get that she does in fact say that, and I agree with her. However, she also says this:

What is obvious is that when the Aboriginal man was dispossessed by the white intruder, he lost his moral authority over his family…Aboriginal people do not discuss this, but that in itself should not be taken to mean that it is unimportant.

Interestingly, in the Madonna article, she mentions that Guy Ritchie probably views his wife as “uncontrollable.” You see a pattern emerging here? (I’m not even going to get into the assumption that “Aboriginal people do not discuss this,” I’m sure some do, and some don’t, seeing as they’re human beings and all)

The Aboriginal man and the white man are the default human beings here. The Aboriginal women are not dispossessed at all, according to Germaine, rather, they are possessed, first by the Aboriginal man, and then by the white man. It’s the same argument as the one this guy once used to get me to shut up about instances of (dis)honour killing in Palestine – “well, the men just don’t have any authority! How DARE you say they’re guilty?!?!?!”

These are murky waters for me, because I don’t deny that, in one way, Germaine Greer is simply stating basic facts. We all know that when white folks set about “bettering” the “evil savages,” chaos and tragedy ensue. And, let’s face it, the idea of Aboriginal women as possessions is not exactly a new one – Germaine Greer didn’t make it up.

And yet I also see a deliberate refusal to treat Aboriginal women as human beings here. I see the idea that “those funny brown people have their traditions, and so what if a few women get hurt or killed?” Germaine is right in asking white folks to get a little perspective and stop being so self-righteous, but she is dead wrong to attempt to excuse, as opposed to explain, the situation.

She’s done this before. She thinks that FGM is perfectly cool, as long as it’s part of your culture (and if it isn’t? Not cool, I guess. How does that make any sense? Buggered if I know.). Her efforts to get white people to show a little humility, noble as they may be, have lead her to believe that them funny brown folks are incapable of dissent and debate within their own ranks. To her, they’re like statues in a museum – perfectly still, unmoving, good to gape at, impossible to actually engage. Or else they are just receptacles for the thoughts of white folk, their every move mapped by a white person’s hand. Or else they are the Borg, a mass of perfectly identical parts.

How would she attempt to explain the high instances of domestic violence in Russia, a country that colonized instead of being colonized? I suppose she’d just write it off on our savage, barbaric culture, making sure to throw in a few words on wee-wittle men who just HAVE to hit “their” women when said women have shown some interest in running off with rich foreigners, or whatever.

This isn’t surprising. In The Whole Woman, Greer essentially compared women to mindless receptacles as well. Much like Janice Raymond, she claims that birth control and abortion are simply male tools, used to control and exploit women’s bodies. It’s an interesting argument, and I’m sure it is perfectly applicable to some women, but when extrapolated to the whole of the female population it erases agency so thoroughly and completely that one has to wonder whether these two feminists LIKE women at all.

You might say, “well, Germaine insulted Steve Irwin too, and after he was no longer around to defend himself, no less, so she’s an equal-opportunity hater.” Perhaps. But she was insulting his career. When it comes to women, Germaine strikes at the very essence. It isn’t just Madonna’s career that she goes after, she goes after her status as a mother, her personal life, etc. She ponders the feelings of Australia’s Aboriginal men, but acts as though Aboriginal women have none.

She plays dirty. Specifically, she plays dirty with women. Not in the fun way, har har, but in the “I’m gonna get you, you bitch” way. And she particularly likes to go after women who are, for whatever reason, getting more attention that Germaine Greer.

*Whew*

Thank Batman I’m just a lowly magazine editor, right?