More Prizes For Good Girls or
a Letter from Sarah to the Political Goldfish
Yesterday I kind of lost my temper. It was Facebook. I got just one too many reminders that we were celebrating International Women’s Day. And didn’t I want to show solidarity? And celebrate women?
Look, it’s not my fault. I was bit by International Socialism as a child and it’s the sort of thing that causes an allergy for life. Oh, yeah, and International ANYTHING day is a socialist thing, because they never fully realized that they didn’t control the whole world. Or they didn’t care and just wanted to make their rubes believe they were worldwide. The Happy People of Brutopia celebrated whatever day they were ordered, and they marched in orderly ranks past the red draped stands, and Socialism would Conquer the WORLD.
Right. So that was part of why I blew up. I hate “International” this and that, and the idea behind it. Whatever good it is supposed to do never actually works where needed, and it does very bad things everywhere else.
Bad things? How can a day celebrating women be a bad thing?
It is a bad thing in many, many ways: first, what in particular are we celebrating about women? That they’re women? Hoo, women exist. Great prizes for good little girls for existing.
Yes, I know what gets accreted to it: women who fought for equality. women who still fight for equality in dangerous places (like say Afghanistan), women who’ve invented things, women who’ve done special things.
And that’s fine and dandy, but WHY are we celebrating IN PARTICULAR women who did these things? It is impossible to avoid the feeling that it’s not normal for women to do these things, and that’s why they need to be PARTICULARLY celebrated for having them.
I mean, I want to make clear that I do admire people who do admirable things. I just find the implication that doing admirable things while female is not that unusual; that we are not, in fact, impaired children who need to be given special prizes for existing. Why else would you celebrate WOMEN who do special things more than anyone else who does special things, unless it is because women are naturally inferior and can’t do special things.
So eventually I boiled over, and posted this on the book of faces:
“Women’s Day” is how you know we’re speshull. Or at least that society at large considers us short bus speshull. Treating any group of people as though they need special recognition is like saying “Well done! We didn’t expect you lot to do anything. We’re so proud of you.”
I’m human and I partake of human achievement. What actually is between the legs of the people being celebrated couldn’t matter less to me. Or what they like to do with said equipment.
Unless we’re celebrating sex gods or goddesses, this is just nonsense and giving the impression some animals are more equal than others.
I’m celebrating by hoisting both middle fingers aloft. Lookit my matched set!
I confess I didn’t follow all the answers, partly because I’m trying to finish a book, but two of the answers I got were sadly illustrative.
One was the inevitable man asking me if I’d give the finger to all the women who fought for equality and bringing up the inevitable example of the young woman in Afghanistan who got shot for fighting for female education, and saying that “She should just have told those women they were whiners and should shut up.”
Need I say that admire everyone who fought for equality under the law, and still fights. And need I also say that International Women’s Day does nothing to advance that fight? Thinking that declaring an International Women’s Day will make the barbarians of Isis realize that women should have equal rights is typical of the Disney generation, who thinks everything bad is just a big misunderstanding and can be resolved with a song and dance or a big demonstration of some sort, with painless virtue signaling from “enlightened” people.
And yet, the lowest US infantryman sent to Afghanistan did more to advance the cause of freedom and human dignity, and, yes, female equality before the law than all of the “International Women’s Day”s of the world.
This man’s posturing made me think of pouty Michelle Obama holding up a sign saying #bringbackourgirls, which of course did not do anything, and certainly earned no respect from the Boko Harum who went on, selling and raping and destroying the women they’d taken, completely unimpressed by Michelle Obama’s twitter posturing. As they should be, since they come from a world of force and barbarism, where, to be fair, they never watched Disney movies, and were therefore never exposed to the awesome power of the photogenic pose.
Then there was the woman who informed me that she taught self defense to children and women (Good for her. But why ONLY to children and women?) and that International Women’s Day was needed till the body count dropped.
That statement confused me, because it’s so stupid it’s not even wrong.
First of all, I’m fairly sure that anywhere not currently under active invasion by military-age refugees bent on treating their hosts like occupied people, the body count IS falling. All body counts. At least in the US and other Western lands, violent crimes have been falling.
However, pardon me if I ask WHOSE body count? I presume from her statement that she teaches women and children to defend themselves that she thinks women and children die in disproportionate numbers from violence?
Look, one person, any sex, any race, any age, dead by violence is one too many, but in point of fact, most of the people who die by violence are men. Always were. Always will be. Yep, they are more physically aggressive than females. It’s the testosterone thing. They are stronger than us, period. They are also by nature protective. Which means many is the man old and young who dies protecting his family. And the young men who have died protecting their tribe are countless, from tribal warriors to men who die in combat today.
That’s who men are. And no, it doesn’t mean that if we got rid of men we’d get rid of violence. I went to an all girls’ school. Women are as capable of violence. Different violence. Women are more likely to hurt children (look at crime statistics) and women are more likely to kill by stealth and by poison. We are by nature weaker, and our thought is less direct, but deeper, more interconnected and lending itself better to plotting and convoluted plans.
It’s who women are. And it’s not all bad. Throughout history women have plotted and connived and worked to keep their tribe safe. Not just people like Elizabeth the first, many of whose actions were of necessity what a man would do, just with a different slant, but people like the legendary Portuguese baker who attracted the enemy one by one into her bakery (by baking bread, when both besieged and besiegers were dying of starvation) and killing them one by one with the oven shovel.
And it’s not all bad. And those women who fought for equality, be it equality for themselves because women were despised, or equality for their sons and husbands, who were slaves at the time, were and are awesome and should be celebrated, no matter if they use their own means to do it.
But… where does International Women’s Day do that?
Where does it even keep a single woman or child in a perilous situation or an unjust land safe?
Teaching women and children self defense is admirable. Getting them guns is even more admirable, because no matter how much you scream “equal” women and children are NOT physically as strong as men. And so the very few bad men among the whole of them find them easy prey. It’s impossible to make them equal. But Mr. Colt did so.
What didn’t do so were soviet style strikes and calls for an International Women’s Day.
In a free society, in the west, all that does is allow the mean girls’ club to try to elevate themselves at the expense of other people, be it men or women who disagree with the mean girls. That too is part of what women are, the social schemers and social climbers at other’s expense. Oh, not all women. Just the women who are the fair counterpart of the men who would abuse their strength to enslave the weaker. (I tell you, those two sets deserve each other.)
And all it does is make men look at it — yes, and women too — and wonder why, if women really aren’t inferior we make such a big deal of acts of heroism and strength performed by women specifically. I mean, if women are equally capable, shouldn’t we celebrate HUMAN achievement, male and female?
I do. I salute those who worked for freedom, for justice, for equal laws for themselves or others: male or female. I salute those who freed us from brutality and bestiality. I ache for my brothers and sisters in societies where women are chattel, because even the boys and men are wounded. You can’t separate the human species in two halves and hate one and love the other and not hurt all. And that’s why I ache for boys raised in this lunacy where they’re blamed for crimes that not only they never committed but crimes that their ancestors haven’t committed, generations out of mind. I ache for American boys held responsible for the crimes of barbarians living under Islamic dictatorship, as though all men and all boys were interchangeable widgets.
And the goldfish?
Well, some friends of ours had a goldfish, in a bowl. And every time the goldfish swam from one end of the bowl to the next, he’d look SURPRISED as though he’d never been there before and it were all utterly new.
The thing is, we’ve seen all this “international day for this and that” “Solidarity march for this thing and the other.”
Sure, it can work, properly targeted. Notice that the Polish solidarity was not for political freedom for Poland “and everyone else in the world because we’re all equally oppressed.” No, by directing the light of world outrage at a particular place, with a particular regime, it worked. Or at least it helped the real fight on the ground.
So, you want to fight for the equality of women? Shine the spotlight on Iran, on Afghanistan, on all the places in the world where a woman can get killed for talking back. Name, shame, denounce. Strip the mask for those who apologize for those regimes even among us — many of them “liberal” — and make them own the horrible things they’re allowing to be done. Be ready for resistance from the victims you’re trying to save, too. This is all they know, and our ways are foreign. Yes, one or two will get it, but not all. But fight there, where the fight is. Be relentless.
But don’t say “And all the women in the west who are equally oppressed” because that’s bullsh*t and you know it. Even the country I grew up in, which is objectively sexist (or was when I grew up there) in that every woman is considered inferior to every man, is not EVEN CLOSE to the hells where women get slaughtered for talking back, for learning to read, for being seen with a man not their husband.
As to the imaginary “micro-aggression” of American feminists, those are more often than not the excuse of power hungry females who have nothing else to recommend them, as to why they should be at a the top of the pile. They have neither beauty, grace nor brains, but they have vaunting ambition, and use the plight of other women — real women, in other lands — as a springboard to arrogate to themselves unmerited accolades and power.
The only thing they have in common with true female heroes is that they have a vagina, and that’s not enough. Heroic women, though methods tend to be different, have more in common with heroic men than with loudmouth, pampered women who give themselves airs, because they have a vagina.
And it is to those political goldfish I wish to speak: We don’t care what you were born with. In fact your displays and tantrums, more and more, make the rest of society view you as inconsiderate brats who refuse to grow up. And yes, the rest of society includes grown up women doing grown up things. But what you are doing is very dangerous. In your effort to seize unmerited power and acclaim, you’re putting down every other woman, reducing us to a powerless and inferior group, at the same time that — frankly — you make sure no one wants to hear another word from you. And they will think you’re typical women.
This is how real oppression returns.
Women in the west wouldn’t be where we are without many determined women. We also wouldn’t be where we are without many determined men. And without men agreeing with us that equality before the law is right and just.
Convince them otherwise, and you lose everything. Your posturing and mewling of victimhood will win nothing. And it could lose us all.
It is said that at least one Catholic saint spoke to the fish, and the fish listened. I have no such hope with the political goldfish, locked in their blinkered “Wants” and who believe life is a Disney movie.
Fortunately they are a minority. Most women, like most men, are decent human beings.
It’s type to stop listening to the loud mouths, and get to work.