The Dreadful Wages of Feminism
Just an amazing piece in the New York Times last weekend and really one of the saddest I think I've ever read. In an article headlined "What Makes a Woman?" feminist journalist and documentarian Elinor Burkett objects to trans-sexuals like Caitlyn Jenner calling themselves women.
They haven’t traveled through the world as women and been shaped by all that this entails. They haven’t suffered through business meetings with men talking to their breasts or woken up after sex terrified they’d forgotten to take their birth control pills the day before. They haven’t had to cope with the onset of their periods in the middle of a crowded subway, the humiliation of discovering that their male work partners’ checks were far larger than theirs, or the fear of being too weak to ward off rapists.
Look at that list: suffering; terror; blood; humiliation; fear. That's her experience of womanhood? No heights of joy? No depths of love? No miracles of creation or nurturing? No sense of life a man can never know? No wonder she's a feminist. She seems to have missed the experience of being an actual woman.
She argues — against all science except feminist "science," which is no science at all — that women's and men's brains aren't different. Really? How fascinating that left-wingers elevate evolution to the godhead when arguing against Genesis, but when arguing for feminism, they make the whole logic of evolution disappear. What interest has evolution in womanhood beside child-bearing and mothering? None. And does she think this great natural machinery has passed over the 10-thousand generations of her gender without shaping them to its purposes? It's ridiculous.
The whole article testifies to a life lived in self-deception and unhappiness. But that's feminism in a nutshell, isn't it? Why would anyone be a feminist when they could simply be an individual?