I try to read the
Men's Rights Activists... I really do. I
try to see their point of view.
I have spent hours arguing with the ones who are willing to argue.
And... I... well, I hardly know what to say. Because I usually can't get past the first paragraphs of what the MRAs write. I can't even get to the heart of their arguments, assuming they have any.
For example, take this blog post from earlier this year (recently emailed to me), titled
I am Schrodinger's Rapist. This piece was based on a popular, widely-circulated feminist essay titled
Schrodinger's Rapist, which was about women's fear of strange men. And just like in hip-hop, a witty "reply post" was inevitably required.
Although I had read the original, I had never read the "reply"--which is why my correspondent just HAD to email it to me.
It is definitive!--he promised.
Really? Oh, dear God.
This is my ongoing dilemma with the men intent on improving what we here at DEAD AIR call,
The Male Dilemma. I can't read beyond the sarcastic intro-paragraphs of their blog posts.
From the above link:
Hello, average looking, aging, perimenopausal female hipster. Yes, you with the horn rim glasses.
Translation: She's old, and therefore unattractive.
Ageism is
a given with many of the MRAs, of course. I've been insulted with "You're old!" more times than I can count. Now, just
why this is supposed to be automatically bad is never explained in depth. It just IS, grandma! (When I fully admit that I
am old, it means they do not have to reply to me, since I cease to exist.)
An old and/or unattractive woman is not worth taking seriously. She is dowdy, and thus unimportant. She has
mousy glasses.
Not that men
only judge women by their appearance, you understand! In MRA-universe, this is a SEXIST thing to say; you are a
man-hater if you suggest that! Therefore the MRAs can still attack women's appearance with impunity, while trashing you as a man-hater for suggesting they shouldn't do it. Good work if you can get it.
What's wrong with being an average-looking, aging, perimenopausal (us awful
post-menopausal women are not even important enough to address AT ALL) hipster? Is it supposed to be self-evident that such a person is simply bad, just from the description? We certainly need LOTS MORE of them here in upstate South Carolina/Bob Jones University-land!
Wait, I think this means the writer of this piece comes from a cool place on the coasts with
lots of these people. But don't you DARE call him privileged, you anti-male feminist, you!
Yes those frames which were chic-retro back in the 90′s
OH MY GOD! An unfashionable woman! How
horrible!
But as stated above, no anti-male comments about how men judge women purely on appearances, that is SEXIST AGAINST MEN!
Man-hater!
Besides, you aren't fashionable enough to have an opinion.
- yes, you, the one drinking soy-milk latte and clutching a purse-sized single-use can of pepper spray in a white-knuckled grip behind your pant-leg. Yes, hello: I’m Schrodinger’s rapist.
Now soy-milk latte is bad, too? Can I ask why? Is this another self-evident thing on the coasts? (For the record, here in upstate SC, we can hardly find a place around here to buy one!)
Oh I get it: she is
too unattractive to be raped, so its
funny that she has a can of pepper spray! HAHA!
That MRA humor! Ain't they just a HOOT?!
Now I know you’re neurotic and probably taking mood stabilizing drugs, so you might be a little confused. I’m not an actual rapist–well, I might be–but what I mean to say is, I’m a man, and therefore, only a rapist in potential, since I haven’t – you know, raped anyone – that you know of.
Ah, so she is CRAZY, too! So she is DOUBLY ridiculous... or should I say triple, quadruple? Let's tally it up: old, unattractive, unfashionable, drinking the wrong thing... now she is ON SOME LOONEY MEDS, so that makes her quintuply uncool, doesn't it?
Insult after insult after insult... and look at the kind of insults they are.
If you thought I would read that last part of your paragraph and take it seriously after all the insults (assuming I got that far)... why would you think that? You are too busy assuring me how superior you are. I am not GOOD ENOUGH to read your post, obviously!
And after all, I’m a rather bland looking fellow, even though on the daytime TV you’ve allowed to shape so much of your concept of reality, they always seem to have an average looking actor playing the sexual predator role don’t they? Your fear sells more nail polish, Paxil and granola bars than your confidence does.
Daytime TV? Ah, a dimwitted hausfrau! It is simply
assumed that she is home watching the dreaded dumbass DAYTIME TV! Dumb bitch!
But don't you call him a sexist, since it is
sexist of you to say that.
And the references to nail polish (superficial old biddy) and Paxil (crazy old biddy) and granola (just plain OLD biddy, and likely a hippie too) finish her off.
If the author included a good point in there about TV-casting, and I think he did, I was too busy noticing the insults to catch it.
Remember, I’m not a real man, I’m a probabilistic man. I’m a cloud of possibilities. So here’s another possibility to consider: I’m a peaceful, loving, compassionate human being, and I’m an adult. And despite being subjected to more than a decade of physical, emotional and sexual abuse as a child, I am now totally repulsed by the prospect of violence and abuse – even your hypothetical, probabilistic speculations of violence and abuse.
Repulsed!
Now, since you have alerted me that I am a ridiculous stereotype not to be taken seriously, and likely a crazy, drugged-up hippie who is drinking THE WRONG THING... why would I
ever think this about you?
You have just engaged in ageism, stereotyping, cultural superiority and prejudice... and now you want me to know you are peaceful, loving and compassionate?
Are you serious?
Why do you judge women negatively based on their advanced age, what they drink, their uncool glasses, their viewing habits and if they might have depression... and then claim to be a compassionate guy?
Do you understand how
funny that is?
Do you understand that I have already stopped reading?
Yes, you, Miss LonelyHearts, you who have declared yourself my humble instructor – and who have given to my kindness to children and animals, and to my donations to charity, your approval.
First though, what part of appointing yourself my instructor and judge lead to you also declare yourself humble? What combination of diazapam, seraquel, lorazapam, trazadone and the four Grey Goose martinis you had at lunch led you to imagine your approval or your disapproval was of even slight interest to anyone?
More ableist insults of people who use meds... and by now, I think it's plenty obvious this author is in Canada, since nobody in the USA can afford all of that unless they live on Park Avenue.
But really, this is the kind of nastiness one continually reads on MRA websites. This particular writer recently called all feminists "termites" (and he specified he meant ALL OF US--
no exceptions!) on his radio broadcast, and I had actually been listening with interest to some of his economic points (about unemployment) up to that point.
But hey, TERMITES? Really? That was that. Click, off went the broadcast. I guess I never will know the rest of his ideas. Just like I will never read the rest of his post.
I don't think postmenopausal southern termites (that can't find a decent soy-latte anywhere) are his intended audience, anyway.
I do worry about the folks who are, though.
At left, Samhain Productions welcomes you to their haunted house in downtown Greenville. 
