I sometimes get some very strange strange mail. I assume this is from someone crossposting from News 24 but it is from someone called “The Last Contrarian”.
Her beady, bloodshot eyes twitch above the overly large tortoise-shell spectacles magnifying the stress creases under her eyes. Ash, an inch long, precariously clings to the tip of the misshapen cigarette mercilessly pinned between the index and middle fingers of her left hand; in her right hand, the undiluted contents of the whiskey glass are manipulatively swirled about. She has on a unisex bathrobe-esque coat and only ever wears flat-soled shoes. Her ears are unpierced, she wears no makeup, and her armpits, legs (and assumedly other regions) are deliberately unshaved in rebellion.
I don’t think that many feminists smoke any more. I mean the “feminist smoker” trope is a really really old one because at the time it was marketted as the hallmark of a feminist movement when in reality it was seen as a way to get 50% of the people who did not smoke to smoke. A lot of the names like “Virginia Slims” were named after this since at the time cigarettes were marketted at a lot of women.
If she will ever admit to having had sex with a member of the opposite sex, it will only be of the unsatisfying kind. She’s the type that proudly admits faking her orgasms and having switched to sleeping with equally ‘appealing’ women to escape the perversion of men.
Ah yes. The “Feminists Hate Men” trope. It’s there in it’s glorious final form! Unsatisfying Sex, Faux Orgasms and Lesbianism as a symbol of radical feminism rather than say “as a product of fancying women”.
She hates children and actively instructs ‘breeders’ (a feminist term for other women who dare to have children) how to raise their male offspring (not boys, she is beyond such cute terms for anything male) to be totally subservient to the feminine erraticism that comes from a life spent controlling, manipulating, over achieving, scheming, and stressing out because of it all.
Funny. All the feminists I know are pretty decent with kids. And I have never heard anyone use the term “breeder” in this context. Maybe it’s a radfem term but this is specifically about Feminists in Atheism but to date not one feminist I am familiar with has used the term breeder except sarcastically.
I kind of like the notion that women are stressed because they cannot wrap their pretty little heads around “the big stresses of the big bad world”. And isn’t that basically what we men do? I mean majority of politicians are men. We don’t live in a world bereft of men trying to achieve things. Again we go back to politics for scheming. As for stress?
Men are more likely to commit suicide due to the stresses of modern day life. Ironically women not sitting at home and competing in the workforce has reduced the stresses on men to always hold down a job at all costs.
She is a parody of sorts and deeply convinced that she has something important to say to society, but nobody cares to hear it anymore. This fuels her indifference and spite towards people in general and men in particular.
Yes. What you have described is the “TV Feminist” who will burn her bras only as kindling to burn a man with. That’s a card carrying villain trope. The Manhater.
This is the modern image of a feminist, and her entire demeanor testifies to her lifelong struggle against all things phallic. She would choke to death her own father, if only the bastard hadn’t died when she was ten. She would ground up her own sons and feed them to her all-female pack of dogs, if only she could bare the act of having sex with a man!
I find that many feminists have good relationships with their families. Oh and nice one on the “daddy issues” jibe. I like how the two alternatives to the “Anti-Female” stance on daddy issues entails either deep hatred of men (possibly due to abandonment as a child) or the urge to take your pants off and gyrate around a pole.
And no reference to sperm banks? I am shocked! The quality of crazy bastard who writes in these days is plummeting. Kindly send better ones!
This fictitious but all too common character may or may not be an atheist, but I bet she is a precursor of what we can expect fundamentalist atheism to look like in the coming decades.
Yes, because Greta Christina is such a prude.
Fundamentalist Atheism? You mean where we really don’t believe there is no god as opposed to the wishy washy sort of belief that there is no god?
Atheism is getting evermore desperate to stick it to religion and be as insulting to the religious as they are to atheists. Just like feminism, atheism’s inner conviction may become its outer complexion if left untreated.
And I assume it is treated with lots and lots of dick right? Or let me guess? By not letting women speak? Or only allowing women who don’t mind their arses grabbed to speak?
Our species is very eager to pursue causes that promote equality, but we are never satisfied when that equality is finally attained. When revolutionary movements finally win, the victory of finally being considered equal is just the start. Revenge soon becomes the long-term goal. I see the signs of this in countries like America and the UK. Undoubtedly, this will spread as these countries influence most of the civilized world.
I for instance cannot go anywhere without a chastity belt and must carry women on my shoulders at all times. In addition I cannot use gendered pronouns and may only perform medicine through a sheet if it is a woman. I also spend all my time in jail because as a man I must have raped someone….
What about the rest of you guys? Are you ready to throw away the shackles of female oppression? Are you going to burn your posing pouches and boxer briefs? Will we freeball our way to freedom?
Must we fight for more representation in public life? Must we tell women that our bodies are not just for sex? Must we fight against the media perception that all men are 6ft 2 made out of muscles or are skinny waifs with great hair and unfeasibly tight trousers? How many interviews must I unbutton “one more shirt buttton” to get?
The age of reason has not yet washed our species of its primate origins and temperament. Look at society if you think I am lying. For the most part, groups, crowds, businesses, movements, political parties, and even whole countries are the mirror image of what you seen in more primitive primate societies: One angry male leads the troop. Beneath him, the layer of suck-ups wait for their time to challenge for leadership, and then below this ambitious lot sit the gatherers who just want someone to impart a sense of order and schedule to their lives.
I for one am thoroughly impressed by the Chimpanzee Space Program.
There is a reason we don’t use this method of organisation. It’s awfully hard to get anything done when you are too busy trying to bring down the guy above you while simultaneously tap dancing on the fingers of the guys below you. Unstable societies where the “man at the top” changes every few years due to bloody coup are not productive. Neither are societies where one man holds the top spot for better or worse. Which is why we have “democracy”. It’s also why we look down upon dead man’s shoes as a method of progression.
As someone who always challenges my preconceptions, I am aware of the many traps of ‘reason’ that someone who claims to be a rationalist can fall into. I am only certain of one thing, that certainty is something I’ll always have in scarce quantities. The more I learn the more it seems I have to learn to make sense of what I’ve already learned. The path of knowledge is rarely one of absolute conviction; more often, it is a dimly lit road, rough and uneven, filled with potholes ready to twist the ankle of hasty wanderers who don’t have time for caution.
Which has bugger all to do with “feminism” or “atheism”. That’s like saying that learning about science is difficult, so I am going to believe in whatever nonsense springs to mind.
Every day I have to fight the primate in me that wishes to bare its teeth at rivals and return to a life on all fours. No person can ever truly cage the ape within, and the greatest struggle we face within ourselves results from the part of us that is human clashing with the part of us that is chimp.
Beware the inner baboon you distracted buffoons!
I don’t seem to have this urge. I assume it’s PZ Myers and his feminist lackeys dosing my tea with bromide…