It’s almost midnight…
…and that censor in my head who judges, restricts and makes me ‘think better of it’, is falling asleep so, I’m letting rip. Buckle up.
Last week on Love Soul I felt ‘The Sisterhood’ looming over me, spectre-like, as I asked my learned female guest,
“Is feminism broken?”
My guest replied instantly, “Yes.”
But that I was even slightly fearful – as a feminist – to question ‘the matriarchy’ reflects the charged, eggshell climate we live in.
Our discussion was centred around an increasingly dangerous societal narrative predicated on keeping our men, brothers, fathers and sons contained, lampooned and fed a diet of condescension – mansplaining, manosphere, even man flu (!) – ill-informed, dull, divisive rhetoric.
It’s toxic masculinity from dusk to dawn; (most) men are buffoons, abusive, born with an inbred predatory on-switch.
Meanwhile, the girls and women with narcissistic, coercive, sociopathic drives go unchecked as they slash and burn their way through intimate relationships.
I quote, verbatim, from a series of domestic violence lecture notes shared at a very prominent Sydney university this week.
“Feminist theory acknowledges that women can also be violent in their relationships with men, however it does not see the issue of women abusing men as a serious social problem and therefore not deserving the same amount of attention or support as violence against women.”
So, listen up little boys, teens, young men and old… you don’t matter. Just man up. Shut up. Or sit down, ‘cause my trauma is bigger than yours.
Feminism. Broken.
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