Don’t they just? From little nuggets of wisdom such as, “The feminist movement is too exclusive—where’s the focus on men?”, to parochial pearls of prickspeak like, “My girl’s so liberal, she dusts my porn collection!”, there’s simply no end to the verbal diarrhoea to which Leftie boys suffering from testosterone poisoning are periodically afflicted.
But any left-wing dude who wants to make a request that I give men more respect, or that I understand beauty pageants aren’t the hideous patriarchal exploitation-fest my feminist conditioning has led me to believe they are, or that I not over-simplify the convolutedly complex issue of pornography which, when subject to semiotic analysis by a white dude with three letters after his name, suddenly becomes open to interpretation as to whether or not the “sluts” in “Teenage Sluts Finger Fuck At Slumber Party” are really abused kids or liberated free agents, can go exfoliate his dick with a barnacle loofah. It’s bad enough that I’ve got MRAs crapping in my ear without having to listen to the incessant whining of Wounded White Men suffering from spotlight deprivation.
A random sampling from selected parts of e-mails from male “allies” that have made their way into my (intermittently de-fumigated) inbox:
[From a putative “Nice Guy”]:“I accidentally came across your blog and was blown away by the sheer anger of it all. You are indeed an angry woman. I am in no position to wonder why.” [Unsurprisingly, he goes on to wonder why later in the email, saying]: "Does a woman like yourself though, only concentrate on her angry work? Abusing men work?”
[Same guy, on my Anzac Day entry]: “I suppose you think that such a slaughter of imbecile men would be good for your world? Considering we are all mindless creatures devoid of feeling, obsessed with our cocks, and on a par with the murderers of Anita Cobby.”
[Different guy, on my How To Insult An Australian Yob post]: “Kid, look, don’t get me wrong, I’m about as pink as they come—in favour of drug legalisation, freeing asylum seekers, abortion and woman’s [sic] rights. But this man-bashing isn’t going to get you anywhere. If you’ve had bad past experiences with us then I empathise, but your experiences can’t be that bad that you’re unable to put them behind you and learn that men aren’t the enemy. ”
[Dork who compared a woman having an affair with her personal trainer to a man paying a woman for sex, after his dumb-arse analogy caused me to lose it]: “I must say it would have been unthinkable for a male blogger to rant at me for using a prostitute.”
[Thimble-knob Whitey guilt-trips me for “being apathetic” re. Indigenous Rights]:“Don’t know why a privileged middle-class young woman would choose to sit around and bitch when she could be out helping the* real* socially marginalised—Aboriginal people.”
[Random Wanker wanks into my ear]: “I’m all for feminism, but feminism really doesn’t focus on men enough. if equality is the guiding principle, then should equal time not be given to both women’s *and* men’s issues? Why don’t you put your personal shit aside and try to focus on how power structures hurt men, too?”
[Most Recent]: “You seem the perfect cliché of a leftist. Not very poor. Not very in pain (…) I write [to] you because you're cute. I looked over a lot of feminist blogs. Always this old ‘fight for the woman freedom.’ You're all really wrong. The problem is the whole system not a specific one as feminity [sic] stuff.
Feminism is really a joke. It's only one small part of the rotten apple. Fight the entire system..”
And it’s like: Way to pass judgement on the life of someone you know nothing about, arseholes! If there’s some kind of magical software that enables people to deign my socio-economic status, skin pigmentation and past sexual relationships, then for the love of Gaia, please let me know about it, because I yearn to have the same depth of insight into the inner workings of my psyche as you obviously do. If not, then sit back, shut up, cram your hoof in your gob and actually listen to what female and feminist bloggers are saying for a change, instead of sauntering in all big-cocked and demanding they entertain your self-obsessed delusions.
One guy (another so-called “progressive”) actually wrote to me claming that, since I rarely talk about my personal life on this blog and because I adopt a joking tone in my writing instead of the customary “feminist victim whine”, that I must have it pretty good and should quit this “man-blaming” and focus on more important issues: Like The War on Terrorism.
Firstly, I was going to make mention of the real war on terrorism in this post, but decided against it because there are already so many fine bloggers writing about it.
Secondly, on the subject of the many incorrect inferences you guys feel entitled to make, I have to ask: How do you know I’m not (or have never been) poor? How do you know I’m “middleclass”? How do you know that all I do is “bitch” about “issues of little relevance” (to you) ? How the fuck do you know that my past experiences have been all Sunshine and Rainbows, just because I don’t talk about them or make vague allusions to them in a light-hearted manner?
Could my use of sardonic humour possibly be an attempt to cover up an excess of pain that I struggle to deal with in the day-to-day, that I don’t want to talk about to people who’d likely not understand and for whom the life of a woman is worth less than the life of a fucking gerbil anyway?
This whole thing has been rather enlightening, however. The Blogging Experience has caused me to realise that many leftist men aren’t entirely different in how they view women as their right-wing counterparts. The exchange I’ve had with MRAs vs. Left-wing dudes follow a strangely similar trajectory: I point out Hideous Patriarchal Practice. Bloke cries that I’m “maligning men.” I calmly write back to Bloke and inform him I’m simply stating a fact, sorry if you misread me. Bloke then writes a sewage-farm worth of erroneous speculations about my personal life, my hang-ups, my repressed prudery, my latent lesbianism (why “latent”?), my food allergies, my medusa-like appearance, my closet capitalism, my sexual proclivities, and on and on.
Why are feminist bloggers subject to this idiocy? Why is outrage at the staggering degree of violence perpetrated against women viewed as a personal chip on the shoulder of the feminist, and not a massively haemorrhaging wound dealt against all women by the male-dominated society? Lastly, why do so many left-wing men sound so suspiciously like their right-wing enemies when it comes to telling us whiny privileged bitches to put a sock in it and focus on their politics and needs?
If you’re one of the guys I’ve written about above, don’t bother writing back. Any e-mails you send me will be swiftly directed to my junk basket, where they belong. Before dialoguing with any feminist blogger, consider listening first, and try not to interrupt with your protestations that “I’m one of the Good Guys!” and other such outbursts. Next time you’ve got your dick, your Vaseline and five free minutes, consider not beating off to Barely Legal Hotties before going to a (haloscan and sitemeter equipped!) feminist blog to argue that progressive women aren’t accommodating enough of your needs. 'Cuz mate, we've accommodated your "needs" for long enough, and are sick to the back teeth of it. Now fuck off before I you introduce to the barnacle loofah.
But any left-wing dude who wants to make a request that I give men more respect, or that I understand beauty pageants aren’t the hideous patriarchal exploitation-fest my feminist conditioning has led me to believe they are, or that I not over-simplify the convolutedly complex issue of pornography which, when subject to semiotic analysis by a white dude with three letters after his name, suddenly becomes open to interpretation as to whether or not the “sluts” in “Teenage Sluts Finger Fuck At Slumber Party” are really abused kids or liberated free agents, can go exfoliate his dick with a barnacle loofah. It’s bad enough that I’ve got MRAs crapping in my ear without having to listen to the incessant whining of Wounded White Men suffering from spotlight deprivation.
A random sampling from selected parts of e-mails from male “allies” that have made their way into my (intermittently de-fumigated) inbox:
[From a putative “Nice Guy”]:“I accidentally came across your blog and was blown away by the sheer anger of it all. You are indeed an angry woman. I am in no position to wonder why.” [Unsurprisingly, he goes on to wonder why later in the email, saying]: "Does a woman like yourself though, only concentrate on her angry work? Abusing men work?”
[Same guy, on my Anzac Day entry]: “I suppose you think that such a slaughter of imbecile men would be good for your world? Considering we are all mindless creatures devoid of feeling, obsessed with our cocks, and on a par with the murderers of Anita Cobby.”
[Different guy, on my How To Insult An Australian Yob post]: “Kid, look, don’t get me wrong, I’m about as pink as they come—in favour of drug legalisation, freeing asylum seekers, abortion and woman’s [sic] rights. But this man-bashing isn’t going to get you anywhere. If you’ve had bad past experiences with us then I empathise, but your experiences can’t be that bad that you’re unable to put them behind you and learn that men aren’t the enemy. ”
[Dork who compared a woman having an affair with her personal trainer to a man paying a woman for sex, after his dumb-arse analogy caused me to lose it]: “I must say it would have been unthinkable for a male blogger to rant at me for using a prostitute.”
[Thimble-knob Whitey guilt-trips me for “being apathetic” re. Indigenous Rights]:“Don’t know why a privileged middle-class young woman would choose to sit around and bitch when she could be out helping the* real* socially marginalised—Aboriginal people.”
[Random Wanker wanks into my ear]: “I’m all for feminism, but feminism really doesn’t focus on men enough. if equality is the guiding principle, then should equal time not be given to both women’s *and* men’s issues? Why don’t you put your personal shit aside and try to focus on how power structures hurt men, too?”
[Most Recent]: “You seem the perfect cliché of a leftist. Not very poor. Not very in pain (…) I write [to] you because you're cute. I looked over a lot of feminist blogs. Always this old ‘fight for the woman freedom.’ You're all really wrong. The problem is the whole system not a specific one as feminity [sic] stuff.
Feminism is really a joke. It's only one small part of the rotten apple. Fight the entire system..”
And it’s like: Way to pass judgement on the life of someone you know nothing about, arseholes! If there’s some kind of magical software that enables people to deign my socio-economic status, skin pigmentation and past sexual relationships, then for the love of Gaia, please let me know about it, because I yearn to have the same depth of insight into the inner workings of my psyche as you obviously do. If not, then sit back, shut up, cram your hoof in your gob and actually listen to what female and feminist bloggers are saying for a change, instead of sauntering in all big-cocked and demanding they entertain your self-obsessed delusions.
One guy (another so-called “progressive”) actually wrote to me claming that, since I rarely talk about my personal life on this blog and because I adopt a joking tone in my writing instead of the customary “feminist victim whine”, that I must have it pretty good and should quit this “man-blaming” and focus on more important issues: Like The War on Terrorism.
Firstly, I was going to make mention of the real war on terrorism in this post, but decided against it because there are already so many fine bloggers writing about it.
Secondly, on the subject of the many incorrect inferences you guys feel entitled to make, I have to ask: How do you know I’m not (or have never been) poor? How do you know I’m “middleclass”? How do you know that all I do is “bitch” about “issues of little relevance” (to you) ? How the fuck do you know that my past experiences have been all Sunshine and Rainbows, just because I don’t talk about them or make vague allusions to them in a light-hearted manner?
Could my use of sardonic humour possibly be an attempt to cover up an excess of pain that I struggle to deal with in the day-to-day, that I don’t want to talk about to people who’d likely not understand and for whom the life of a woman is worth less than the life of a fucking gerbil anyway?
This whole thing has been rather enlightening, however. The Blogging Experience has caused me to realise that many leftist men aren’t entirely different in how they view women as their right-wing counterparts. The exchange I’ve had with MRAs vs. Left-wing dudes follow a strangely similar trajectory: I point out Hideous Patriarchal Practice. Bloke cries that I’m “maligning men.” I calmly write back to Bloke and inform him I’m simply stating a fact, sorry if you misread me. Bloke then writes a sewage-farm worth of erroneous speculations about my personal life, my hang-ups, my repressed prudery, my latent lesbianism (why “latent”?), my food allergies, my medusa-like appearance, my closet capitalism, my sexual proclivities, and on and on.
Why are feminist bloggers subject to this idiocy? Why is outrage at the staggering degree of violence perpetrated against women viewed as a personal chip on the shoulder of the feminist, and not a massively haemorrhaging wound dealt against all women by the male-dominated society? Lastly, why do so many left-wing men sound so suspiciously like their right-wing enemies when it comes to telling us whiny privileged bitches to put a sock in it and focus on their politics and needs?
If you’re one of the guys I’ve written about above, don’t bother writing back. Any e-mails you send me will be swiftly directed to my junk basket, where they belong. Before dialoguing with any feminist blogger, consider listening first, and try not to interrupt with your protestations that “I’m one of the Good Guys!” and other such outbursts. Next time you’ve got your dick, your Vaseline and five free minutes, consider not beating off to Barely Legal Hotties before going to a (haloscan and sitemeter equipped!) feminist blog to argue that progressive women aren’t accommodating enough of your needs. 'Cuz mate, we've accommodated your "needs" for long enough, and are sick to the back teeth of it. Now fuck off before I you introduce to the barnacle loofah.
