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The magical world of Texas fungi provides this charmingly innappropriate illustration: a stinkhorn mushroom. In my case, they seem anxious that I behave solicitously toward them, to reassure them that radical feminists don’t really want to substantively diminish their social status.
The spore mass contained in the black goo smells like, well, ass. My advocacy for women’s entitlement to domination-free lives may sometimes look good on paper to liberal ‘feminist’ dudes, but they loudly demur when it comes time for them to acknowledge that they oppress women whether they like it or not, by virtue of their participation — whether it is a participation matters not a whit — in male dominant culture.
Dudes won’t support feminism unless there’s something in it for them.
When I explain why their position is untenable, that oppression is experienced by the oppressed as hate, it is interpreted as my crossing the boundaries of feminine propriety. ” These glittering examples of Western manhood appear not to grasp the irony of responding with hate to a men-hate-you argument.
The justification for their subsequent personal attacks (one fellow human recently expressed his happy anticipation of my rapidly impending obituary) seems to be that I am just not obsequious enough.
Insufficient obsequiosity apparently invalidates any argument made by a feminist, however shimmeringly astute it may otherwise be.
As a cause, the fight against the oppression of half the human population is only supportable if it is presented with a solicitous head-tilt, a pert giggle, and an invitation to fuck you in the ass.
But hate you men do, however often certain of them wish you dead from cancer for saying so without first offering to bend over.
Sometimes I am enjoined to use a less emotionally-charged word than men hate you”.
Evidently the truth is too painful for these delicate sensitivos.
They should, in that case, avoid at all costs this article.