Not really directing this towards anyone 
specifically, there are many, many articles written by so called 
feminist men. This particular post was just a classic example of what I 
speak of, “Why it is necessary to challenge parodies of feminism.”
When I first started speaking out against
 feminism, what I was not prepared for was so much outright hostility 
from men. That caught me unaware and surprised me. Also, allow me to 
play the girl card here, but it was also flippin scary, terrifying 
actually. Kind of blows all my arguments against male privilege and 
oppression when “feminist men,” start trying to silence you. That is a 
parody of feminism right there. There’s nothing quite like having men 
shrieking at you about male privilege and doing their darndest to prove 
it’s a real thing in the world.
I hardly know where to start on this post, so I’ll just highlight some of the words being spoken over women, “male
 privilege, you can’t make a proper fist, way down in the pecking order,
 slut shaming, she is bossy, women are paid less than men, slavery, 
denied their very humanity, they are dirty, calloused and seemingly 
incapable of thought, they will be known as chattel, feminism seeks to 
right the wrongs of millennia…”
No! Just no. Stop it. That is not the world I walk in nor is it how I define myself. I do not “voluntarily surrender (briefly) that (male) privilege when I don those heels, skirts and bras.” 
 That is just a total parody of womanhood itself. I surrender nothing! I
 am not chattel, a slave, denied my humanity, I actually enjoy a rather 
privileged status. Men open doors for me, they stop by to put a light 
bulb in my car, they help me carry groceries, they drop some encouraging
 words on me. In the context of marriage, there is a great deal of 
protection and provision. I am not “chattel,” it is a bit more like 
being a princess. Yes, a princess! The  never ending slam on Disney 
movies did not go unnoticed.
Women have immeasurable value in the biological equation, we produce the children, we look out for hearth and home. We encourage and support men, we provide intimacy and companionship. This is hardwired into who we are, reflected in the natural world around us. Men protect and provide, they enable women to be women, they make it possible for children to grow and prosper.
Feminism seeks to not just erase the 
masculine, but the feminine as well. It is a rather appalling deception 
because it teaches women that they don’t walk in the world confidently, 
as a being having worth and value, as someone who can enjoy the love and
 protection of men, but rather as an oppressed creature having second 
class status, a slave, a hated and feared creature, a bit of prey just 
awaiting the hoards of barbarians and rapists.
Perhaps that is how men who don heels, 
skirts, and bras feel when they walk in the world of men, perhaps they 
become acutely aware of the sexual dominance at play there, but that is a
 distortion, a projection. What many feminist men call “sexual 
dominance,” and sneer at as if it is a very bad thing, an oppressive 
thing, is not how most women perceive it at all. It says far more about 
how feminist men feel about their own selves than how women feel about 
men in general.
Feminism teaches women that they are prey
 and that men are predators. It creates a victim narrative that rivals 
that to be found in the worst of the world of patriarchy and misogyny. 
If you want to get technical about it, patriarchy itself has often been 
supported and nurtured by women themselves, as the keepers of culture. 
Patriarchy and many of the ideas therein are actually designed to 
protect and provide for women and children. Outside of the structure of 
culture and civilization, we do become prey, forced to compete in a 
world of might makes right, just as smaller, weaker competitors. We 
don’t fare so well under that system!
There is always going to be injustice in 
the world. There are always going to be yahoos that don’t play fair. But
 are women truly oppressed? Do we walk in the world as chattel, as prey?
 According to statistics, not so much. Men have far higher suicide rates
 than we do, far higher homicide rates, they die earlier, and they are 
far more likely to get themselves maimed and injured than women are. I’m
 reminded of an experiment on street harassment, a woman who roamed some
 city streets and bad neighborhoods for 10 hours seeking evidence of the
 harassment women face. It took her ten hours just to collect a couple 
of “hey baby’s!” When men walk the streets looking for trouble like 
that, they don’t fear harassment, they fear death.
“Oppression” is really a subjective 
thing, often based on our own personal projections and experiences. 
Sometimes it involves some confirmation bias, because what you seek, you
 do tend to find. But is it objectively accurate? Not so much.
I really resent many aspects of feminism,
 because what they seek, they are also compelled to destroy. Feminist 
men often speak of equality, but what they really mean, is that they 
wish to pull women towards what they perceive as dominant, as superior, 
and that no matter how enlightened they claim to be, it is actually 
going to be the very masculinity they are rejecting within their own 
selves.
If one is a man attempting to walk in the
 world as a woman, one’s perceptions of the world of men and women are 
going to be that of a man, attempting to perceive his own self through 
the eyes of women. As interesting as that is, it is still the subjective
 perceptions of a man and how he experiences his own self. Women rarely 
perceive men this way, we tend to seek their higher selves.
Not to be impolite here, but I rather 
enjoy being a girl and really wish that the feminists, the feminist men,
 the lesbians, the gays, the cross dressers, and the transgendered, 
would stop trying to define womanhood for every born woman on the 
planet. I do not wish to pull rank here, but when a woman herself is not
 even allowed to define what it means to be a woman, we have the 
strangest kind of male privilege going on, one that often seeks to 
project itself by force if necessary. Yeah, tolerance ain’t always so 
tolerant.
 
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