There’s Biscuits Enough For All The “Good” Women
Yawn. Another so-called feminist group has cropped up, just to, you guessed it, elevate themselves above other women. Yes, yes, to soothe the antagonistic nerves of men who presented to them a theoretical post about a non-existing reality (male fetuses and babies being murdered) compared to, you know, a reality (females fetuses and babies being murdered), the good and kind cookie-snatchers assured the menz that none of that hyperbolic-out-of-the box thinking will be allowed on their watch.
Obviously, it is more important to them to spare a man’s feelings than it is to support a female centered blog, even if that support requires nothing more than not using us as an example of something out of their scope. Because, men can never be allowed to feel as if there are women who don’t care about male welfare over the welfare of females.
Please someone, anyone toss them the biscuits/cookies they so desperately need.
We oppose men’s groups on our campuses! can go fuck themselves. They are nothing more than a pseudo-equality-feminist-reaction (with pseudo male supporters who just want to get in the pants of “feminists” so he can brag that he had sex with a “feminist”and/or homosexual men who will get more points from society for being a feminist than a woman will) that will cave the second one of those “good” men un-join their little man’s club and present them with a blood diamond in exchange for a life time of servitude. (I know, I know, yours will be different. The wheel will be reinvented for real circular motion).
Here’s a clue, if what you allow on your site (the demonization of our blog, –a female-centered place) cannot or is not intended to subvert the patriarchy, then you are acting in accordance with the patriarchy. Men have power in society; therefore, if they are opposing a female stance, when you let that male speak on your blog or degrade other feminists, you are reinforcing his power. There is no equality in making way for oppressors to flaunt their privilege.
It gets old, honestly.