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Was it not Marcotte and Valenti who disagreed with each other over the fact that hook-ups even existed. Valenti, being the "head in the sand" trollop actually denied it happens at all. While Marcotte found it easier to blame the usual mythological creature for which she blames everything that happens in her miserable life, the "patriarchy". It's past lame to the point of hysteria..
Jessica ValentiSo right now we really have three different feminist POV. A sequence of events that doctrine has followed ever since it's inception. Feminism thrives on the concept of "Make it up as you go and don't forget to blame the male", this mantra has served them well as men are now seen to be anything but human beings except ofcourse when the PP's require rescuing which is apparently most of the time..
I actually don’t believe that hook [sic] culture exists. What I do think is cause for worry is the way that conservative and anti-women organisations, writers, and media makers are using this myth of a hook up culture to promote regressive values surrounding gender and to roll back women’s rights.
But the last sentence of this usual pathetic handwringing recognition of the truth that she has so far been protected from does really tell us all we need to know. As a matter of fact, we could probably erase the entire content of this wish list and just quote this last segment and it would simply explain precisely what this entire hullaballoo is all about..
Despite our real feelings about these guys, whether we respect them or are repulsed by them, we beg, hope and need for them to like us.Bingo. Save yourself all that endless narcissistic rambling and confess the inevitable truth and we have the answer, easy, peasy..
How hard was that..
A Young Feminist Speaks Out Against Hooking Up
I always knew it was flawed and brewed a great deal of insecurity and crippling self doubt, but felt it was the only option. Even though I’ve had serious boyfriends in college I always viewed hookup culture as the main highway, one that must be taken and hopefully leads to some kind of fulfillment. It doesn’t. Any brief satisfaction is quickly replaced by a great deal of emotional fallout. Who hasn’t seen the sexiest, smartest of her friends white knuckling her cell phone, pleading with assorted deities that the overly coiffed, Ed Hardy-clad econ major sends her the obligatory text? It doesn’t matter that 3 days ago, she thought he was a tool, didn’t kiss very well, etc., the reassurance is what we’re after. The assurance that we are enough: smart, cool, different enough to attract someone, even if its not who we want. Despite our real feelings about these guys, whether we respect them or are repulsed by them, we beg, hope and need for them to like us.