Another Feminist "MRA Expert"
Below is a reader comment I left on a feminist blog called Female Impersonator, in response to a Jeff Fecke style post about "Men's Rights Activists". You all remember Jeff Fecke, yes? Well, let's just say that the piece you'll soon be reading would make Jeff very, very proud! But first, here is my reader comment — which may or may not survive moderation, but still, I have preserved it for posterity:
A word of explanation: When you read the post, you will see that the author (Jen) uses a pie analogy very like one that I used in an early CF article—see the link given above. And I have a gut feeling that Jen cribbed the idea from me, although I could be wrong. Oh, I don't plan to sue for plagiarism . . . but you know, i AM a bit miffed that my very elegant trope, which I crafted to such telling effect, was so completely "raped" with no sensitivity to what I was communicating. Mind you, I'm not seeking an apology or anything of the kind. Not a bit. But I feel like sharing this so that some of you regular CF readers could try your intuition on it. Did she or didn't she crib the pie metaphor. . ?
Be honest now, did you steal the pie metaphor from me, and then "retrofit" it? Of course, I don't know this for sure—but if you did, it would have been sporting of you to link to the original. Here, I'll do that now:
Equality: A Zeno's Paradox
Anyway, I invite you to nip on over to my blog, the Counter-Feminist, and introduce yourself, and I think that you will meet some very interesting MRAs indeed. Y'know...well-educated, intellectual types whom you might find challenging . . .
Think you can handle it?
I'll let them know you're coming. :)
Or you can just keep hiding in your little echo chamber. It's your call.
Now, although I am sending you to read the entire post, I can't resist offering some snippets as a preview:
Yes, I know, you're about to blow a gasket after reading that, aren't you?? Well. . . don't! Here is what I want you to do instead. I want you to relax in your favorite chair, have a beer if you like, take a long, slow, deep breath, and then close your eyes. Then I want you to do a visualization/meditation exercise where you picture your entire body becoming a solid block of ice. Yes. . . . the watchword is cool! And yes, you can do it!
"They [the MRAs] speak out about the "violence" that the feminist movement has done to men. They talk about the Femi-Nazism of the government that punishes men for being masculine. They rage against women who ask ex-husbands for child support and alimony.
"Basically, they think that society is out to hurt men by making them act like humans.
"Their basic tenement is that men should be free to act like men. By men, they mean homophobic, hyper-masculine, violent, abusive, irresponsible failures of humanity."
In fact, my friends, you'd damn well better LEARN to do it! The trick is, that you are controlling your so-called "male violence", but in a way that will make the feminists wish they had been a sight more careful what they'd wished for! So do it now: fire in the belly, ice between the ears! Combine that with a sly, crafty, sense of humor and a WINNING ATTITUDE. . . and there is no force that can prevail against you!
All right, here is the blog URL for you:
So Jen -- y'all troop on over here! Don't be a no-show, okay?
Or else we're bound to wonder why. ;)
Addendum: Percy, at Antimisandry Forums, has just written the following comment in response to the syndicated version of this CF post over there:
"So, I go out in the early morning and hitch the steed up to the plough and spend a week ploughing a hundred acres. (this is a full year after removing all the stumps and rocks - it took a while). The following week I dig a long ditch to bring water from a river a few miles away to irrigate my 'fresh' field. Lazy, slow, git; it takes a few weeks. Then I purchace sacks of seed and walk the field for a few days, scattering the seed. Its a pleasure to just walk for a change.
"A few months go by and I shoot a whole lot of crows - they were trying to eat my seeds - which is handy as I am hungry.
"I build a windmill. I had fun doing that and used the wood from the trees I cut down last year. Waste not, want not.
"The harvesting of the wheat takes another week or so of early mornings and late evenings, and then on with the threashing.
"At last, all these ears of wheat, ready for the mill. I grind and grind, happily. 'It's all grind', I think to myself.
"I give the flour to my Mrs who makes a nice pie (with crow in it).
"I say "I deserve half".
"She tells me I am greedy and oppressive and I have to give slices to the women next door on either side and across the road.
"I eat crow !"