Matt Graber: Sensitive Man

A friend sent me a link this morning, with the subject line:

A white Guy in a Keffiyeh places a thinly disguised personal ad in a feminist blog

I’m in a rare generous mood, so I feel compelled to share Matt Graber’s stirring manifesto — is that word “sexist”? — at The Feminist Wire:

Please don’t call me “man” or “dude” any longer. I will not join you in friendship or partnership on a male-supremacist, patriarchal project. I will not condone the view that women are born to provide you with sexual gratification, and to do care work for you.

I will not be your wingman. I will not support your objectification of women’s bodies. Women are not accessories to you, regardless of how much money you have. In social settings such as parties, bars, or clubs, I will not accompany you when you violate the personal space of others. When they refuse to allow you to enter into their personal space, I will not ease or comfort you.

Brace yourselves: There’s more.

But then the comments from the blog’s primary readers — women — take it to the next level of epic.

They aren’t impressed by Matt “Don’t Call Me Dude!” Graber’s epic beta male white-knighting.

Uh oh.

One sample:

This is really cheap, unevolved feminism looking for cookies.

Poor Matt. He must be very confused by this reaction.

He just wants to violate a little personal space be loved and understood and appreciated.

Now, I know we’re all sick of the #NotTheOnion hashtag, but this op-ed really seems to be… real.

Unless a sarcastic guy (or even a very clever woman) wrote this pitch-perfect parody of campus-speak circa 1994, then arranged for the ideal “Che!” headshot to go with it, and got it all accepted as legit by the gatekeepers at The Feminist Wire.

In which case, I salute you, Sir/Madam.

For the rest of us: Palette cleanser, stat!

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