I started to respond to this post early this morning, only then I decided not to derail the conversation. Not on this. But the Stan Lee thing has me sufficiently pissed that I’m posting this on my own wall.
I got mixed up with feminism in college. I gradually figured out what they were really about, but I stuck around anyway for reasons that would only make sense to an 18-year-old.
The final straw came after somebody in Women’s Co gave a presentation on female genital mutilation.
It was accurate and well presented. Everyone made the appropriate noises of indignation, and the talking stick (or whatever the hell it was called) was passed around so we could all take turns virtue signaling our disapproval.
Everything went pretty much as you would have expected. That is, until the stick reached the last girl, who reminded us of our duty to be respectful of other cultures.
One by one, “minds” changed.
I used to compare it to the Wave at a sporting event — the way the same blank expression seemed to slide from one face to the next.
I now realize that the most accurate way of explaining what happened is in terms of the NPC meme. As soon as the command ‘cultural lens’ was initiated, the moral relativity programming clicked in, and even the girl who gave the presentation had little choice but to agree that WE had no right to judge.
That was it for me. I was finished. Feminism is an evil ideology rooted in Marxism and hate and has NOTHING to do with gender equality.
👉 PART II 👈
My aunt keeps deleting the comments I leave on her Facebook page. I don’t think she likes me interacting with her friends.
NOTE: Update to follow (eventually, I swear), because there’s a Part II to the genderqueef shit, and it’s seriously one of the craziest things I have ever seen from the Regressive Left. Which is saying quite a damned bit.
October has not been a month for friendship. My friends are dropping like flies — and it’s largely the fault of Lindsey Graham. He has released from within me an utter abhorrence for unethical shams.
About a dozen people have unfriended me on Facebook since the Christine Ford farce, and I’m pretty sure the majority of those who didn’t are no longer following me.
For the most part, I have been silently unfriended. By whom, it’s hard to tell, which suggests no major loss. But here are two cases in which I played an active role in the dissolution of a friendship — for better or for worse.
All the bitches be like, “NO!”
While all the dudes say yes.
🙍♂️🙍🏻♂️🙍🏼♂️🙍🏽♂️🙍🏾♂️🙍🏿♂️ 💃 🤵👰