Coming back to this blog to say that as someone who has studied basic Tudor history Dylan Mulvaney knows nothing about Anne Boleyn or anything she went through and itâs a disgrace that he was cast.
She was exploited for her femaleness, forced by a tyrannical and horrid man to bear children and when she produced a female child instead of a male one, he turned against her. She went through three miscarriages in an attempt to appease Henry, a traumatising event for women that men will never understand or experience.
She was falsely accused of incest, adultery, and treason and murdered for failing in her role as a female.
Anyway see this insulting interview given by Dylan
Referring to her as a âproblematic womanâ as if she was a Regina George style drag-esque bitch rather than a highly intelligent woman who was deeply religious. Her only âproblematicâ behaviour was her being strong-willed, which wasnât at all like heâs implying.
Also the general idea of this âepicâ parallel is ridiculous. Dylan Mulvaney is a gay man who parades around in ridiculous and expensive outfits pretending to be a little girl, mutilating his body with hormones and surgery by choice while rolling around in makeup and frivolity pretending to be a victim. Peopleâs negative opinions of him are accurate, as they boil down to thinking him an over-privileged, regressive, stupid person.
Peoples negative opinions on Anne Boleyn got her executed, got lies spread about her having physical deformities to indicate sheâs evil, lies spread about her being sexually degenerate to devalue her as a whore who deserved to be killed. Itâs not at all the same thing.
I hate the musical SIX in general because itâs dumb ahistorical fodder that doubles as feel good libfem bullshit, but this just proves ultimately that the show has never once had women in mind. I hope Dylan Mulvaney gets a kick in the pants back to irrelevancy and stops pretending to know what it is to be a woman.
The Victorians found it convenient to ignore the social conditions that forced women into prostitution, and to pretend instead that epidemic nymphomania was instead the cause, with women turning to prostitution simply because they happened to enjoy it. Traveling from Joy Maidens, through Daughters of Joy, we arrive, by grim and inevitable etymological process, at Joy Division, the name given by the Third Reich to those female Jewish concentration camp detainees assigned to the prostitution detail.
anecdotal obviously but I feel like whenever I watch dateline or 20/20 or shows like that, and a man kills (or attempts to kill) his wife and they have children together, 9/10 the children believe the dad was innocent. I just turned on this one episode where the father was found guilty of killing his wife, and yet at his sentencing hearing, his son stood up and said that his father was the best person he knew and would never have done anything to his father. and then there was another episode where I think the dad attempted to kill his wife, and they had three daughters, and all three daughters blamed their mother and caped for their father. and they were so offended when the interviewer asked them why they thought their mother would lie, because to them, it was no question that their father was a Good and Righteous Man and their mother was an evil bitch. and it's just depressing to think about.
Iâve been thinking a lot lately about darcey and stacey--and dove cameron.
for anyone who doesnât know (and that would probably be for the best), darcey and stacey silva are reality tv âstarsâ who currently have their own show on TLC. they had been trying to become store-brand kardashians for years. they filmed a pilot for a reality show called âthe twin lifeâ that was never picked up, founded a fashion brand, and languished in obscurity until darcey appeared on the first season of a 90 day fiance spin-off titled â90 day fiance: before the 90 days.â as the title would suggest, it was about couples who had not actually gone through with the k-1 visa process that would bring the foreign half to the united states. instead, it was about couples who were thinking about maybe possibly applying for a k-1 visa at some point in the future, with varying degrees of seriousness in their relationships. darcey was in a relationship with jesse, a dutch man 18 years her junior. she was one of the breakout stars of that show for her desperation to get married, her obvious plastic surgery, and her weepy histrionics. I believe in the second season we were fully introduced to her twin sister stacey, who was vaguely hinted at as being in a relationship with a younger foreigner as well. after darceyâs relationship with jesse ended in dramatic fashion, she stayed on the show with a new boyfriend, this one an english dude named tom who was only six years younger than her. the show also officially introduced staceyâs boyfriend and future husband, florian (who is 17 years younger than the twins). when TLC could no longer justify having darcey on a show about fiances without one of her own, they greenlit a spin-off aptly called âdarcey and staceyâ that would basically just continue their quest for (younger, european) love.
Iâm not proud of watching reality shows. they are so often described as a âguilty pleasure,â and I think that phrase fits. I know how exploitative reality tv is, and yet, there is something satisfying about watching the people who agree to be on these shows because you can say to yourself, âI would never be this stupid. I would never act this way for so many people to see. things may be bad for me, but they could be worse!â when I watch anything from the ever-growing extended universe of the 90 day fiance franchise, I can feel that, while I may be working in a job that I hate, I could be coming across as the worst kind of crass american stereotype buffooning my way around a foreign country. but with âdarcey and staceyâ in particular, I feel this kind of mixture of superiority and pity on another level, because I think these two women exemplify so much of the problem with female socialization in this country.
the first thing that comes to mind while watching their show is the palpable desperation of the titular women--desperation to be famous, desperation to be sexy, desperation to be youthful and trendy and cool. all of the things which girls are taught from a young age to value. going on a reality show does not speak to a particularly healthy state of mind, particularly when the reality show is about dating. making something intimate and vulnerable into something public and exploitative is a foolâs errand. and to see how darcey in particular makes the same mistakes again and again, but constantly assures herself that this time itâll be different, is pathetic. and I mean that in both the colloquial sense of it being cringeworthy and the older sense of it evoking pathos. I was struck by the irony in a recent episode where darcey was crying in her talking head about how she didnât want to be like her mother. for context, her parents divorced when she and her sister were 11. her father, mike, remarried twice, to successively younger women, but neither of the marriages lasted. her mother, nancy, did not remarry at all, and presents as the polar opposite of her two daughters. nancy has aged naturally. she looks like a normal middle-aged woman. she wears bermuda shorts and puts her graying hair in a bun and doesnât wear make-up. she doesnât have a man in her life, but nothing about her behavior on the show (admittedly meager though it may be) suggests that she feels some kind of gnawing emptiness in her life. but to hear darcey talk, particularly in that talking head, her mother is deeply, agonizingly lonely, and darcey is terrified at the idea that she could end up, single and loveless, like her mother. except it really seems like darcey is just projecting. somehow, despite nancyâs seeming normality, darcey and her sister are obsessed with their looks. to the twins, being without a man beings being without value. for all their talk about empowered womanhood--and they bring it up constantly, almost to the point of parody--they are desperate for male approval. specifically, youthful male approval. it seems impossible for darcey to square the circle of her motherâs contentedness when darcey cannot handle being undesirable. and at the same time, her fatherâs singleness seems less upsetting to her; she did not weep in that talking head over his multiple failed marriages or his currently living as a bachelor. but to look at it from her logic, it is his right, I suppose, as the bestower of value not to see anyone worthy of that gift; but for nancy, a woman, to seemingly find value in her self, is a paradox that darceyâs mind canât handle.
this talking head that struck me in such a particular way stemmed from a storyline on this newest season about darcey going to see a matchmaker. see, when this show started, darcey of course started dating another younger european guy--georgi, a bulgarian masseuse. that relationship spanned the first three seasons of the show, with darcey ultimately ending their engagement at the end of the third season. and this was a big to-do because she and stacey were supposed to have a big twin wedding extravaganza (even though stacey and florian had already gotten married during the height of the covid pandemic), and then darcey was no longer engaged, but stacey still wanted to go ahead with a big vow renewal for herself and florian. the twins, whether because it gives good drama or because itâs their genuine dynamic (or both), are constantly competing with each other, and the fact that stacey is married while darcey is not is a point of contention. if darcey cannot define herself as being identical to her sister because sheâs not married, and if she cannot define herself as desirable to a man because sheâs not married, then what is left to her? enter the matchmaker. but from the start, the matchmaking experiment was doomed to failure. the pictures darcey sent to the matchmaker were filtered within an inch of their life. itâs hard to build a dating profile when your pictures are so obviously edited. then, of course, darcey sought younger guys, even though the matchmaker pointed out that she had had no success so far with having a lasting relationship with a younger man. the matchmaker attempted to match darcey with someone around the same age (late 40s), only for the relationship to sputter after a couple of awkward dates during which darcey was constantly trying to signal her âsexy empowered womanhood.â it was as it became clear to darcey that this guy didnât want anything to do with her that she gave that talking head about her mother. and funnily enough, if anything, she should be more worried about being like her father, given that they have both had multiple failed relationships with younger partners. but the real horror is her mother happily living alone. and even when the matchmaker pointed out that darcey, at 48, is acting immaturely and insincerely, that her shtick is at best tiresome and at worst pathetic, and that perhaps she needs to go to therapy, darcey refused to listen. and as a viewer, I could merely laugh at her. but I also want to reach through the screen and shake her, tell her, âyou are a grown woman, not a teenage girl! grow up, develop some self-respect, stop worrying about what men think, get a vibrator, read a book! look to your mother as an example, not a warningâ I feel like choice feminism and the conflation of empowerment with sexual desirability and all the other brain rot that gets funneled into girls from birth has dealt irrevocable damage to these women, and it continues to damage others as we speak. the brainless bimbo thing isnât cool, nor is it feminist, nor is it fair. because the problem escalates to generalizing all or most women as being like this. the world tells girls to act this way out of one side of its mouth, then scorns them for being oversexed and overwrought out of the other. itâs a finger trap, and those caught in it need to realize it, for the sake of themselves and the sake of others.
and I have only touched on the plastic surgery addiction. I mean, the biggest storyline of the third season was their trip to turkey to get basically full body plastic surgery. theyâve already had so much plastic surgery as to make them virtually unrecognizable, and they still had to get more--to get âsnatched,â as they termed it. and it looks horrible. they look swollen, stretched, strained. their breasts look both painful and comical as they swallow the entire torso. the filler in their cheeks and lips gives them a permanent duck face. they do not look beautiful. they almost doât look human. and you donât want to be that kind of person who springs to criticizing someoneâs looks, but it is ludicrous to me to pretend like the way they look now is an improvement over the way they looked before all of the surgery. the emperor has no clothes. these over-the-top surgically modified faces and bodies look wrong, and our brains know that. and so often, what surgery has ruined, only surgery can fix. so sure, you may think that you are following the beauty trends by getting eye lifts and lip fillers and botox and breast implants. but when the insta baddie aesthetic goes out of style, and some other body type takes it place, what can you do but go under the knife again? and again for the next trend, and the next one? when do you realize that there isnât a point to it anymore? when your nose has collapsed in on itself or youâve lost feeling in your breasts? every effort to become more desirable only makes them more repellent. that they attract some men who are interested in their (fatherâs) money and reality show fame and the promise fo a woman who will do (almost) anything for love is not to their credit. to a well-adjusted person, they come across as grotesque--and given that they are on a channel that is like the modern equivalent of a freak show, whatever point they may think theyâre proving to the âhatersâ is lost in the general disgust and ridicule they excite.
look, I know what itâs like to look in the mirror and hate what I see, and I suppose Iâm lucky that some part of my brain recoils at the idea of, say, cutting into the flesh of my face, breaking my jaw, inserting some kind of plastic or filler, and then sewing it back up, even if I wish to god that I had been born with a stronger chin. I remember once lamenting the fact to my mother, who shared the same trait. really itâs a family trait from her side--round peasant face and weak chin. and she said that there were surgeries for that kind of thing, but that you couldnât eat afterwards with some of them, because they might wire your jaw shut. and I think that idea horrified me so much because it reminded me of the pain I had felt with palate expanders and braces and wisdom tooth surgery. those, or at least the first two, had been cosmetic fixes to an extent. I got the orthodontics because I had a misalignment between my top and bottom teeth, and perhaps that wouldâve caused a more serious problem down the line. the wisdom tooth surgery, though, had been necessary because I was in real pain as the wisdom teeth attempted to grow in. and afterwards, my jaw sore and tender, I had cried while trying to eat because it was agony and I was hungry. and to think that I would experience that again, except this time for reasons of sheer vanity. if I were only measuring success by marriage, then clearly weak chins had not stopped my mother or grandmother or great-grandmother or whoever else in my family from marrying. and then, too, I imagined the horror of it going wrong somehow, how much worse it would be to have disfigured yourself. and then, too, I imagined that even if it went well, what if I couldnât recognize myself? my face was my face, the continuities obvious in the photos of my childhood. it was a face like other people in my family. it was the face I had been born with. in some ways, I think this is not a strictly healthy way for me to think either--god knows I have a tendency to hoard and a pathological aversion to change, but in this case, itâs a benefit. this is my face. this is my body. this is me. who would I be, if I changed all of that, if I threw that away when I could hardly bear to part with an old t-shirt? what worth was there in the face I had since birth?
which brings me to dove cameron. again, for anyone who doesnât know, dove cameron is a disney tween star turned model/actress/singer/influencer. sheâs best known for being the titular characters on the show âliv and maddieâ (about twins, so it fits!) and one of the main characters in the âdescendantsâ franchise. she also has a pretty clear case of severe body dysmorphia. if you google her, youâll probably see stuff about the work she has had done, or youâll be struck by the difference in pictures of her from a few years ago versus pictures of her now. apparently, even before she landed her roles on the disney channel, she was already getting plastic surgery to give her a more âhollywoodâ look. her mother actually wrote a book about how to turn your child into a âstar,â with a heavy emphasis on achieving the most marketable look. so dove cameron probably went under the knife when she was a middle schooler--and then never stopped. most recently, sheâs had buccal fat removal, which gives your cheeks a hollowed look. and there is something so annoying about people, especially women and girls, who will preface even the lightest criticism of her plastic surgery obsession with, âif this was her choice, I wouldnât care! itâs her body, itâs her right, do it to make yourself feel good and sexy! if I had money, Iâd do it too! but if youâre just following trends...â or âif youâre suffering from dysmorphia...â but what other reason is there for dove cameronâs plastic surgery if not to appear trendy, if not to fit the ever-shifting beauty standards, if not to make herself feel better by making herself feel consumable? what if âdoing it for yourselfâ cannot be extricated from the wider culture in which you live? what was wrong with her face the way that it was, all the way back when she was a child? and then the counter is that everybody famous does it. well, isnât it dystopic to think that every celebrity you see has had some kind of work, and every female celebrity especially must feel some kind of pressure to look beautiful? look at justine bateman, an actress who has recently had to defend her decision to...age. a natural process! and she has to defend a lack of action. I read internet comments that say they love the little enhancements a celebrity has gotten done, or they love the âfaceâ they had when one plastic surgery trend was predominant. âoh, I wish kim kardashian would go back to her 2015 face, she never looked better.â am I crazy in feeling like we should only have one face? maybe Iâm naive, but one face, untouched by an surgical attempts to enhance it, should be enough. imagine looking in the mirror and seeing the imprint of a surgeon staring back at you. or you see a thousand other people who have all gone under the same knife as you, and you have become like a car, only one in a line of identical models, value depreciating by the second. maybe in the end, the issue is that we think, because we may technically have the ability to âtranscendâ the material world, that we should as our right and our destiny. but I think an acceptance of both the possibilities of human ingenuity and the boundaries of human physicality would be more conducive to happiness. maybe the human body isnât a problem to fix--certainly not if the idea of fixing it is just making it âsexier.â
This is actually so terrifying! We need female gangs. Whether you admit it or not, every time you see these things you will think twice for a second longer before correcting a man, making a joke about him, or standing up for yourself. Trauma can be vicarious. When you go through this world and see so many threats and violent acts specifically towards people with your body (you!!) it affects you. Try to find ways to push back against that and heal. Sit in your car and yell! Read scum manifesto and give yourself permission for thought crimes. Punch a punching bag. Don't internalize this anxiety! That is exactly their goal. And please send kind words to other women experiencing this harassment. Female solidarity is self love.
you fucking moron, you realize that 1) the boy who âtransitionsâ has still benefited all his life from male privilege/biology and continues to benefit from said privilege/biology by now being a Very Special Boy who has to be treated with kid gloves because otherwise heâll run screaming to pink news about discrimination so
2) it doesnât work as easy in reverse, and you would realize that if you thought about any of this for longer than two fucking seconds. how many fucking men are breaking records and going to the olympics on womenâs teams, and how many women are just holding their own on menâs teams? where is the female equivalent of l/ia thomas? but then the âyou just think women are naturally weakâ card gets pulled, as if the systemic discouragement of girlsâ athletics isnât part of the fucking problem, as if it would be this easy for men and boys to suck up all the oxygen on female sports teams if women and girls were respected for their athletics abilities apart from how well they measure up to men
3) âjust become a men and solve all your problemsâ youâre framing this as if itâs ridiculous to think this way even though it is demonstrably true that it is much easier to navigate this world as a man. but what you donât realize or refuse to realize is that if a man pretends to be a woman, he is still recognized as a man and treated that way. if a woman pretends to be a man, she is still recognized as a woman and treated that way. the men continue to benefit from their maleness no matter what meds they go on or how long they grow their hair out or what pronouns they use. everyone knows youâre fucking pretending anyway, and everyone is walking on fucking eggshells around you because they know itâs not worth the exhaustion to argue with you.
men and boys will do and say fucking anything to get special treatment and to fuck over women and girls, as the history of the fucking world would show. acting incredulous about this is either ignorant or malevolent or both.
"When I say there is an all-out global war being waged against women, there are always some people who shake their heads and say, "Really, Sonia! War is a very big word. Obviously, things aren't good for women, but you mustn't overstate your case. If you exaggerate, nobody's going to believe anything you say. Why not tone it down a little?" I tell these people how fervently I wish war were too big a word for what happens to women in this world every day, how I can't wait for the day when war is too big a word and I am overstating my case. But the fact is, war is far too small a word. There isn't a word in the men's dictionary monstrous enough for what happens to women on this planet, and has happened unceasingly for thousands of years.
Men speak humorously, or so they say, of "the war between the sexes" - a transparent and guileful attempt to mislead us into thinking that there is a natural enmity between women and men, and that the "sides" are evenly matched. Nothing could be further from the truth on both counts. The "war between the sexes" is man made, and it is not between anybody. It is against women. We know that to be born female in patriarchy is to be born behind enemy lines.
But because everything associated with women is degraded by that association, something subversive happens to the glorious male vision of war when we insist on calling women's lives with men on this earth "war." War, to the patriarchal mind, is heroic, grand, full of magnificent courage and color, camaraderie, idealism, moral and physical strength - the whole shot through with religious fervor: God is always on our side because we are right and good and noble. The Old Testament is all the proof one needs that war in patriarchy is the holiest of holies.
Then feminists come along and sully that splendid word. What could be less noble and heroic and grand and magnificent than the furtive ugly sneaking weak and cowardly acts of rape and battering and incest and pornography-inspired sadism, and sexual harassment and pauperizing and sterilizing and obligatory motherhood - to name just a few of the less heroic aspects of this most invisible and vicious and widespread and prolonged and prototypical of all wars in human history. No wonder people become alarmed, even outraged, when the holy word "war" is used for the disgustingly two-bit work of bullying and brutalizing women into submission. Even to use the words "war" and "women" in the same sentence makes a mockery of all they reverence.
Yet, the screams of women, their moaning, the crying of the women of the world, past and present, echo through the chambers of the unconscious in every human being alive. On some level, each of us knows what is going on, but it is as if we have signed a pact not to let on that we know, have sworn to keep it secret. What else can account for the public aghast when one minute fragment of the hidden hoard of evidence escapes into public awareness?"
how did this moid type this out and hit post without a shred of irony......and how did fourteen fucking accounts upvote this without a shred of irony........
I was at the bookstore the other day, and I picked up a book in the u.s. history section entitled âthe woman they could not silenceâ out of curiosity. itâs about a woman named elizabeth packard, whose husband imprisoned her in an insane asylum for disagreeing with him. I had never heard of this woman before, so I read the first few chapters and later googled her name. and like.....stories like this are so important in helping to raise feminist consciousness, and itâs wild to think how these kinds of things are just glossed over when it comes to early american feminism.
so for starters, elizabeth packard was well-educated, but when she was 19, her father committed her to an asylum for âbrain fever,â which was attributed to her taxing her womanly mind with all of her studying and teaching. the author of the book speculated that elizabeth actually had meningitis, and that the âtreatmentâ for brain fever (ie. locking elizabeth up in an asylum for six weeks and bleeding her) did more harm than help. then elizabeth got married, at the age of just 21, to a man fourteen years older than her, and who she only married because he was a friend of her dadâs and she wanted to please her parents. she was pretty insistent in her writings that she never loved him and he never loved her due to their completely incompatible personalities. her husband, theophilius, was a minister, and when they moved to illinois, he opened up his own church. elizabeth disagreed with her husbandâs calvinist beliefs, though, and they also clashed over other issues like slavery (this was all happening pre-civil war; elizabeth was pro-abolition, theophilius was pro-slavery) and the rights of women (elizabeth thought women should be treated like human beings, theophilius did not). when elizabeth started making her opinions more and more publicly known, theophilius started spreading rumors that she was insane--and he was able to use the fact that she had spent time in an asylum to his advantage. eventually, he gathered a whole bunch of âtestimonyâ from his church about elizabethâs insanity, and he had elizabeth committed to the jacksonville insane asylum.Â
and hereâs the kicker--elizabeth argued that she couldnât be admitted without a hearing, because that was the law. except that the law didnât apply to married women--it specifically said that husbands could remand their wives to asylums, no questions asked, and the women had no right to challenge their imprisonment. and when elizabeth was being forced onto the train, she expected some of her friends in the community to help her. but only one person--another woman, a ms. blessings (I canât remember her first name)--said anything in her defense, which was basically that if she were a man, she would fight to protect elizabethâs rights. but all the men just shrugged their shoulders and allowed elizabeth to get carted off. and she spent three years in the asylum, constantly being berated by the doctors, who wanted her to admit that she was crazy for her religious and political views. and it was only when her by-now adult children demanded her release that they let her go--into the custody of her husband, who then locked her up in their house. and she was only able to escape that after a trial to determine her sanity, because while it was legal to send her to the asylum, it was illegal for theophilius to imprison her in their home. the âevidenceâ that theophilius presented for her insanity? arguing with him and trying to leave his church.
fortunately, she was found legally sane. unfortunately, theophilius sold all of her things, rented their house out, and skipped town, leaving her homeless and penniless. and she had no right to seek recompense for her stuff or for the loss of her minor children because married women were not entitled to any of that under illinois law. she became an activist for the rights of women and those in asylums and succeeded in getting legislation passed granting married women more rights under the law. but like.....I had never heard of her until finding that book, even though her story shows how deep the oppression of women goes. we think weâve come so far, but we donât even properly appreciate where we started. married women literally had no legal personhood for so long in this country and so many others!! there needs to be more attention paid to womenâs history, to the women who have stood up and fought for their rights, and for the women who were silenced--because elizabeth packard was not the only woman in that asylum who had been sent there by a husband. how many women suffered? we shouldnât forget them.
quick what was that book that mentions a story about a man in military sharing his âdepressionâ bc his buddy got killed so he went and raped a woman in front of her kids and then killed them all
Why the fuck did she write this in this sympathetic tone. That man is not fucking Achilles, a fictional mythological figure, but a real man who did atrocious things. There are no doubt countless men and women who have and are serving in the military whoâve lost friends in horrific ways who didnât go and murder, rape, and pilage a whole neighborhood. Almost like thatâs not a normal or excusable way to deal with trauma.
I was recommended this book as a âBible to getting over traumaâ and THIS vile part is in the first section of the book. It makes it very hard to relate to the authorâs teachings when he excuses rape.
âI raped and murdered now IâM traumatized đ„șâ wish youâd died along with your friend
âI could easily imagine how Tomâs rage about his friendâs death had led to the calamity that followedâ of fucking course a man can sympathize with the rapist murderer long before he approaches feeling a shred of sympathy for the women and children he raped and murdered
âHow do you surrender to an intimate relationship after youâve been brutally violated?â Are you fucking kidding me. This quote is about the rapist child murdering war criminal. How about you surrender to a shotgun barrel in your mouth you demon
Fucking soldiers âchasingâ (letâs be real considering how much leeway this trash author gives to self-confessed rapists, more than likely sexually harrassing/assaulting) Vietnamese bar girls then got the nerve to bring up a âsweetheartâ at home to show some kind of mimicked humanity. Hope you die destitute and alone you soulless brute
Literally all males âtrauma responsesâ (let be real, ever arenât trauma, just an excuse to act on what theyâve been wanting to act on their entire life) are 100% justifiable but if a woman so much as raises her voice, sheâs an abusing manipulative creature.
She says abortion is an âeveryoneâ issue because itâs supposedly not just women who can get pregnant⊠then calls out men to use their privileges to speak up for âmenstruating peopleâ as if she didnât just boldly claim that men are also some of those menstruating people đ€ïżŒđ€đ€
The âmenâ who are âmenstruating peopleâ are not, in fact, able to âget through in rooms others canâtâ. The men who can get through in those rooms are not âmenstruatingâ and thus actually have no stake in this whatsoever. And those men donât give any more of a shit about the âmenstruating peopleâ who identify as men than they do about the âmenstruating peopleâ who acknowledge they are women.
Ffs, the âit could be your daughterâ argument was better than this shit. There are at least some men who care about the women and girls in their own lives. There are no men who can menstruate, and pretending otherwise wonât make actual men care. Because even if you really want to pretend there are men who can get pregnant, at the very least you must acknowledge that the men who can do that and the men who have power and privilege to âget through in rooms where others canâtâ are not the same.
But then youâd have to admit that sex-based oppression is a thing. And we canât have anything be âjust a womenâs issueâ! Thatâs just not important enough to care about.
I canât be the only woman who grew up being objectified in a patriarchal religion, left, only to be met with a society that shares the same conservative values of women as subhuman. This seriously triggers murderous rage for me... Especially the gaslighting when women arenât ok with being objectified this way âsorry you feel that way, just trying to be inclusive.â Even when womenâs humanity is under attack, liberals still incorrigibility hold the narrative of referring to womenâs rights as âuterus people rightsâ.Â
Trans men are women, die mad over it. Trans women are men. I am so fucking sick of this. You canât transition out of biology, to suggest otherwise is to gaslight reality. I fucking hate humanity. Women upholding male delusions at the expense of womenâs rights... This is exactly why I am a misanthrope. Fuck men, and fuck women who are complicit with this shit for their crumb of male approval; you are to blame.Â
I hate the implication that street harassment is no big deal if it involves working-class men harassing middle to upper class women. like actually women being made to feel like pieces of meat on display whenever they dare to step outside and try to go about their business in public is always bad
yes, a specific class of people who are specifically targeted by abortion bans. saying abortion bans kill "people" is about as helpful as saying "all lives matter."
