I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR!
But wait – before you listen to me, you should understand that there may be consequences. Maye you’ll be defamed. Maybe you’ll be drenched with milkshake. Maybe… You and your children will be harassed and assaulted. These things may well come pass, if you are so deplorable as to hear this woman speak.
These punishments visited upon you won’t come from the mythical Patriarchy, that we’re told wants to silence feminine perspectives. These punishments, if and when they come, will be meted out by adherents of feminism.
Permit me to retrace my steps. I am not “woman”. Only a feminist would be so arrogant as to presume herself the voice of all women-kind. I am merely a woman; but with my roar I seek to rein in my crazy sisters.
Feminist theory is amusingly simple. It rests on four erroneous assumptions:
1) That men are responsible for all of society’s ills (war, environmental degradation, interpersonal conflict), including that done by the women they have manipulated.
2) That women are society’s primary victims, yet also (heroically) responsible for all of the good in society (including that done by the men they have influenced).
3) Men must be penalised, even where ostensibly, personally innocent, for the collective guilt of men throughout history.
4) Women must be compensated for their collective victimisation throughout history.
I am a woman – more importantly I am a liberal and an individualist and, when I roar, I roar that feminism does not speak for me.
I am a woman and I am filled with gratitude. Not for feminism, that claims responsibility for my freedoms. I am grateful to men. To the men in my life who support and encourage me. To the men who laid down their lives so that we would be free. To the men who spend their lives dedicated to making women’s lives safer and more rewarding-
Like John Stuart Mill and the men who elected him on a platform including votes for women.
Like Dr Earle Haas who invented the tampon, and Arugachalam Muruganatham who revolutionised menstrual health for poor rural women in India by inventing cheap sanitary pads.
And I’m not just grateful to the men who’ve served women’s interests:
I’m grateful to Khaled al-Asaad, a Syrian archeologist who helped to evacuate the city museum of Palmyra before it fell to Islamic State and then showed such courage and sacrifice by refusing to tell I.S. the location of hidden artefacts that they wanted to destroy. He was beheaded, aged 83, in 2015. Never before have so many owed so much to one old man.
I’m grateful to Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin for taking their small steps 50 years ago, at great risk to themselves, that was such a great leap for mankind. And I’m grateful to the 14 astronauts and 4 cosmonauts that gave their lives in less succesful missions to broaden our horizons.
And I’m grateful to ‘everyman’ – who loves and loses and lives his life, trying to find meaning amongst the absurdity.
I am a woman who has no gratitude for feminism. Feminism, that kicked down so many open doors. Feminism that uses gynocentrism as a shield and misandry as a sword. Feminism that won’t lie down even now that women in our society have every right that we could possibly want, but rather campaigns on for more and more privileges. Feminism that hurts women by hurting the men and boys who we love.
I am a woman who wants for men and women to have equal rights, choices, opportunities and treatment.
This is what an anti-feminist looks like.