Wanted: Feminists to Betray Feminism
The Non-Feminist Revolution is now hiring!
Are you an erstwhile Radical Feminist, or feminist of any grade at all, who has undergone a dramatic conversion experience or paradigm-shift? Do you look back on your former life through a greasy, speckled lens of nausea—as on a binge of shameful intoxication from which you have finally awakened with a ghastly hangover? Are you now ready to say good riddance to all of that—to repudiate the cult of feminism altogether and turn your back upon it for the rest of eternity?
Well you've come to the right place my friend, because we're looking for people just like you! The non-feminist revolution is now recruiting qualified moles, rats, finks, rat-finks, renegades, double agents, infiltrators, provocateurs, fifth-columnists, snoops, snitches, spies and flies-on-the-wall!
That's right: traitors, turncoats, informants, and "sources" of every description.
There is no end to the services you may perform for the revolution, and no telling how far your career path may eventually take you.
But before you proclaim your apostasy to the world, think twice, and consider the advantages of your present situation. Then, consider keeping your mouth shut rather than burning your bridges. As long as you've got your insider's position of trust within your present peer group, why not milk it for all it's worth, for the benefit of your new peer group? Eh..? Does that sound like it would be a kick?
Remember that people do this sort of thing all the time. There is nothing irregular or scandalous about renouncing your loyalty to a peer group which you have outgrown: history furnishes example upon example in this field, and there is no reason why you shouldn't get a piece of that very same action yourself! Indeed, you should congratulate yourself for having a MIND, for seeing the truth of matters at long last, and for acting upon what your revitalized understanding has shown you to be the actual state of things.
Therefore count yourself lucky, count yourself blessed, that you had the good sense to turn your back upon that shit-hole cult, and to embrace once more a free and honest way of life! Lament not, that you have wasted so much of your life, but rather rejoice that you may now "recycle" that waste, and redeem it, and make it a source of strength, wisdom, and shrewdly informed policy in your new vocation.
So again I say, don't be in a too-big hurry to publicly bid adieu to the old lifeways. For, once you have made that open breach, once you have "outed" yourself to your soon-to-be former peers, the undercover trade will no longer be an option. So, consider not blowing your cover — at least for a while.
Of course, once having announced yourself, you may then be of service in a different but equally useful manner. By being an open renegade—flaunting this with passion and conviction—you bear witness, in the world's eye, to the reprobate character of what you have left behind. The impact of such a testimony upon the public mind (or a number of comparable testimonies) can be quite powerful, generating a moral updraft which emboldens more and more people to make a similar decision.
Whether you stay undercover or whether you break surface, either way, I could highly recommend that you take up blogging. This would be, for starters, an entirely logical and altogether natural pulpit for the cyber-age. It is also a way to get the best of both worlds, for you can blog anonymously and leave a narrative of your undercover activities, with suitable ellipsis, for the world to enjoy—and your so-called peer group will be none the wiser.
Once more, for those who desire the undercover trade, a number of creative options are available, to wit: moles, rats, finks, rat-finks, renegades, double agents, infiltrators, provocateurs, fifth-columnists, snoops, snitches, spies and flies-on-the-wall! So which would you rather be: a rat, a fink, or . . . a rat-fink? Or, would provocateur or fifth-columnist be more likely to hit the spot for you? Ahh. . . decisions, decisions! Makes you feel like a donkey starving between several bales of hay, doesn't it?
Most generic, and spanning of all categories, would be "Source". It is a simple occupation; all you must do is share information. And how easy is THAT? Well, consider the following:
It is called the Sacred E-mail Address. The 'earthling' part signals both our point of origin and the location of our feet—the latter, on the ground.
Fear not; don't be bashful; the Sacred E-mail Address will not bite.
All right. Maybe you have cocked your ear to the buzz in the faculty lounge. Or you might be hip to the jive over at the Feminist-Subjectivist Society, or the scuttlebutt down at the Wild Wimynz Navel-Gazing Co-op. (Man, the zeitgeist is everywhere—you never know where it might pop up next!) Been to a conference lately? What did they really gab about in those breakaway groups? And how about those members-only feminist blogs and web forums—got access? Screenshots are delicious; PDFs are dandy! Got tenure in feminized academia? There must be academic articles floating around which the general public ain't supposed to know about! And memos? Don't even get me started!
You see, information—even critically useful information—sprouts in the most unforeseen crevices of the universe, and you should never underestimate the value of your own particular listening post. So get busy and support the Non-Feminist Revolution with those rich and varied intelligence reports that you have gathered like nectar from many blossoms. The revolutionary data-jaws are gaping wide to crunch down anything you shovel into them. And you know perfectly well how very badly you want to betray feminism, since you know all too well how badly feminism has betrayed YOU. . . don't you? Of course you do! ;)
So whoever you are, and whatever you are, do what you can to weaken their world—to rot it, to make it disintegrate, to make it crumble. And if you feel you are not the man or woman for the job, then kindly pass along a link to this post to anybody who, in your considered opinion, might benefit from reading it. (URL: http://tinyurl.com/mumfoz)
Go now, and serve the Revolution.