The Thing About Feminism

i actually am a feminist. not the kind of first world feminist that wants to socially engineer the fucking planet wholesale by banning words, mainly because (a) the type of shit that feminists are up to these days is selling books, seminars, telling me that i'm a "potential" rapist just because i have a penis, and gearing up the thought police, apparently, and (b) words are my stock in trade. but no, i'm a crazy white libertarian "men's rights" "activist" (though i'm not crazy, not white, not middle class, not a libertarian, not a neckbeard, and not anything else that readily comes to mind when feminists think "MRA", but that doesn't matter to the ones who happen to be feminists and bigots) because i take issue with tiny little things like being told what i can think and when i can think it. oh, also because of tiny little unimportant things like this.

so yeah, i'm a "feminist", which really, even for self proclaimed everyday run-of-the-mill "feminists" is really humanism,  of the sort that knows that in the ways that actually matter- personhood, legal status (including suffrage), and moral agency, to name a few, women are no different than men are. but that's the thing, see? no different than. for the author of 'schrodinger's rapist', men are "less than". we are born with the original sin of having a penis, though women are not born with such any such limitation, though many are born into circumstances like the girls in the above article. and i can only guess, none of whom care one whit about being called "bossy", even as they worry about where the next fix is coming from, or how many pedophiles are going to be there the next time, and will there be a beating to accompany the rape. as fellow travelers, we do indeed need to address all the problems of all our brothers and sisters. my issue with modern day feminists is this: it is the worst sort of utopianism that leads you to equate being called "bossy", with being groomed by pedophiles, or worse, to even insinuate that your first world problem, and your hurt feels are in any way comparable to the real plight of real women all over the world, or to make the implicit claim that your first world problem should be addressed and funded before these other little things.

my only role model growing up was my mother. and she was awesome, even accounting for her son's bias. i had training partners that were girls in my dojo, some of whom outranked me, and this is long before anyone heard the term "mixed martial arts". i am happily married, have four stepdaughters, all of whom are learning to do for themselves, to be strong, both emotionally and physically, and who i treat as my own. i refuse to treat you as if you can't do what i do--go about your day w/o inventing problems to generate funding and page views.