The Endless, Feminist Hypocrisy
May 5, 2022
THIS POST from 2011 perhaps offers some food for thought as we see “the endless, feminist hypocrisy” at work this week, after the strange, “leaked” announcement that the Supreme Court may invalidate Roe vs. Wade. The same people who two months ago were bashing bodily autonomy and supporting the destruction of livelihoods for those who refuse to comply are now shrilly demanding the most extreme and radical bodily autonomy — so extreme it involves the elimination of another person. Feminism feeds on the most blatant contradictions.
Feminism is rooted in a hatred of true womanhood and motherhood. It is promoted with a blazing passion and a feverish hysteria. So many personal lives have been wrecked by this ideology, so many homes destroyed that many people, both women and men, bear an existential wound. They lash out in pain and think the cure is more feminism.
Here is the post:
Writing in the Daily Mail, Amanda Platell berates Britain’s female yobs for binge drinking and whorish clothes. She says, with a straight face, that all this is a betrayal of feminism. Platell writes:
It’s bad enough that so many young women up and down this country dress as though they’re about to do a shift in the local pole-dancing club when they’re out and about on a Saturday night.
Far worse is that, after a century of fighting for women’s rights, they express their equality with men by standing up to go to the lavatory in the street.
How else does she expect the woman of average or below average ability to express her equality, by becoming prime minister?
The professional feminist plunders society and then chastises the lower classes for the resulting chaos in the streets.
She demeans marriage, howls at the mere mention of financial dependence in women, and then, in this case, wonders why women in their twenties, women who would have been married mothers in the pre-feminist era, are now vomiting outside the pub. She insists on sexual freedom and then expresses surprise and revulsion that women are now dressed like tarts. She claims everything men do women must do too, and then wonders why feminine reticence has disappeared.
At least, this snobbery and indifference may now be exposed for what they are. Feminism always has been a raw deal for the women for whom life is more important than success. If you are destined to be an unmarried mother working at an uninspiring office job, why not drink it away early? Why not expose your tattooed breasts if that’s all that’s left of womanhood? Better cheap femininity than none at all.
Platell denies any elitism. She writes:
To be fair, those girls outside were in stark contrast to the young women inside the hotel, working in reception and in restaurants and bars, smartly dressed, most of them paying their way through college or university.
It’s not an educational underclass the drunken women I encountered belong to, so much as a moral underclass. They’re lacking in decency, devoid of dignity — and they wonder why men treat them like trash.
But she only affirms the charge of elitism. In her mind, every woman on earth is capable of going to college and aspiring to a high-level career. Family and home, the realm that gives women who have no career ambitions or great talents the most satisfaction, have been decimated by the feminist, who always saw these as beautiful hobbies at best and at worst, a demeaning waste of time. Platell herself shows this in her admiration reserved for the hard-working careerists in the hotel. The lower class woman who once worked as a domestic servant or factory worker had dignity too. In her family life, her marriage and motherhood, she was performing exalted tasks even when she had to work.
