t is quite a spectacle to watch feminists palavering with each other, in a huddle, in their own world. They don’t seem to realize just how small their world is, how big the outer world is, and how tedious and bizarre they sound to the rest of us. They are strong, snarky and cocky only among their own kind in their mutual admiration cavern, but turn them loose in a more culturally diverse environment which doesn’t reciprocate their reactions (or their jargons), and they are nothing but callow weaklings. If only they could see themselves as others see them. The trouble with most feminists, I conclude, is that they don’t know shit about feminism.
Point being, that they have no privileged authority to self-define — the rest of the world can see perfectly well what feminism is, and draw its own conclusions.
So it is time to drag feminism out of its clubhouse, to ask it a lot of rude questions, and hold it accountable to the rest of the world.
And what do I mean by "the rest of the world"? I mean everybody and everything in the universe which is not feminist.Feminism is not the world.
There is no more important lesson we need to be learning, than THAT.