To follow up on our earlier post regarding the New Republic’s enviro-freakout yesterday, it isn’t just warmists who hate the warmth of Valentine’s Day — radical feminists hate it too, writes Stacy McCain at the American Spectator:
Such is the logic of radical feminism: All men are complicit in this system of violence they call the patriarchy. All women are victims of patriarchal oppression, and therefore heterosexual intercourse is always rape. Women who think they like having sex with men are actually victims of “brainwashing and mind-control” by men who “deliberately manipulate our responses to increase their control over us,” Radical Wind explains.
This is why feminists have made Valentine’s Day an annual occasion for the performance of Eve Ensler’s play “The Vagina Monologues” on university campuses. One of the most controversial scenes in Ensler’s original play involved a 13-year-old girl experiencing “a kind of heaven” after being sexually molested by an older lesbian: “If it was rape, it was a good rape.” That line was subsequently excised from the script and the girl’s age changed to 16, but the fundamental point of the scene remains: Lesbian sex is never wrong, and introducing young girls to lesbianism is a good thing.
And thus Valentine’s Day — a traditional celebration of love between men and women — is an institution representing violent rape and homophobia. “Heteronormativity and gender roles also rear their ugly heads on Valentine’s Day,” self-described “queer feminist” Sara Alcid explained last year at EverydayFeminism.com, lamenting that “it’s almost impossible to find cards that represent queer couples.… It’s not hard to see why Valentine’s Day is problematic for many feminists. Celebrated traditionally, Valentine’s Day magnifies many of the very systems of domination that we work to critique and dismantle.”
Over a decade ago concerning small-town socialists, Christopher Caldwell wrote in the Weekly Standard:
For these people, liberalism is not a belief at all. No, it’s something more important: a badge of certain social aspirations. That is why the laments of the small-town leftists get voiced with such intemperance and desperation. As if those who voice them are fighting off the nagging thought: If the Republicans aren’t particularly evil, then maybe I’m not particularly special.
Similarly, as Stacy concludes his article today, “There is no such thing as a happy Valentine’s Day for feminists. They hate men, they hate love, and they hate happiness, too.” And all that hatred is a two-fer: it makes its bearer feel so virtuous — and prevents any sense of introspection as well.
All of which is why Tammy Bruce is proffering Feminism 2.0 at Prager University, a reboot whose time is long overdue:
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