Also, check her and other feminist's effort at constantly denying the smearing of all men and boys which now appears to be another aim feminists have disavowed, which has about as much reality as the ocean rising by 100 meters next week, next year, next century. If there is one thing that we can count on it's the vitriol that feminists will heap on all things male and if in doubt have a read of the latest statement from Lynne Featherstone (Equality Minister, England), another male hating feminist who couldn't wait to blame all men for all things going wrong (Previous Posting). This is feminism in action, today, right now and yet they live in denial..
How stupid do they think you are ?
A feminist story of heroic strength has gotten re-written into a sensibility of weakness — as if to be a feminist is to be a whiner, buffeted passively by circumstance and mean men that we dully condemn and vilify at every chance.Somehow the feminist rallying cry of the 1970s, “I am Woman, Hear Me Roar” has slipped into the misperception, “I am Woman, Hear Me Whimper.”
Feminists Bemoan Loss of Status Amongst Liberals
Pamela Haag, writing for the Huffington Post, reminisces about the glory days of feminism back in the 1970s, when, as she puts it, “feminism was the muse of the liberal conscience writ large.”
If my vague and hazy memories of that time are accurate, she was right. The 1970s and early 1980s were distinctly pro-feminist, and much of the popular sentiment at the time reflected this. Although traditional culture, which has largely vanished today, still existed back then, the liberals and hip cultural icons were all self-declared feminists. I remember most men openly called themselves feminists in those days. It was fashionable and the “right thing to be.” As a little boy, I didn’t really understand the implications of this, so I simply kept my mouth shut and assumed it was one of those grown-up things, then buried myself in classical literature and natural science books in which the term didn’t exist.
As Haag, writes, one gets the sense that she feels as though feminists have been dumped:
The tactical purging of the feminine in pursuit of liberal muscularity has diminished the place of feminism along with it. The skirmish in October, 2009 over President Obama’s all-male basketball games and all-male golf outings seemed a relatively trivial intimation of the larger and more consequential trend that Suskind’s work is now describing: it illustrated visually that liberalism and feminism aren’t as close as they once were.Then, she brings up one of the more damning contradictions of feminism as though it is a good thing:
Maybe, as with any other long-term relationship, feminism and liberalism simply grew to take each other for granted. Maybe we feminists got lulled into a false sense of security that liberals are our natural, stalwart and obvious allies, and wouldn’t display misogyny or old boys’ tendencies. It’s understandable, but a gravely simplifying loyalty and trust, if so, because misogyny is something that all of us can struggle with or exhibit — whether male or female (women engage in women-hating, self-loathing, and sexuality-hating behaviors, too), and whether liberal or conservative.
It’s all sadly ironic, this quest for Democratic toughness, because second wave feminism was a very muscular thing. It’s one of the most successful anti-feminist gambits of the last three decades that it gets associated today with a sensibility of victims and not with the feisty, sexy heroism of the Gloria Steinem generation.If feminists were not victims, then why did everyone treat them as such, and why did they so eagerly use victim status to advance their agenda? This is what is at the root of the political decline of feminism — people don’t like a self-pitying tyrant. If the left wants to preserve any support amongst people who don’t occupy any official victim class, then certain concessions must be made, and it looks like feminism is one of them.
The opposite of victims, second wave feminists audaciously did something and, in the frontier spirit of American self-reliance, claimed responsibility for their own lives and happiness. A feminist story of heroic strength has gotten re-written into a sensibility of weakness — as if to be a feminist is to be a whiner, buffeted passively by circumstance and mean men that we dully condemn and vilify at every chance.
Somehow the feminist rallying cry of the 1970s, “I am Woman, Hear Me Roar” has slipped into the misperception, “I am Woman, Hear Me Whimper.”
The new generation of self-respecting young female liberals don’t want to appear flaccid any more than newly-muscularized liberal males. Who would? Two very disparate sources — one a woman in her mid-20s, and the other a liberal man in his 50s — explained feminism’s diminished urgency among liberal women in almost exactly the same terms to me: young women want to show that “they can take it” instead.
Finally, we’re starting to see the movement that went from victory to victory over the last 40 years run into a few obstacles, and now it’s major proponents can do little more than whine that they are not being invited to the party.
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