To those blamers who are anxious that amateur video with sub-par production values is now the “new format,” be of good cheer. A good spinster aunt knows her strengths. I do not intend to infest the blog with my vulgar extempore prattling on a daily basis.
To those who complain that they prefer essays that take me 3-5 hours to research and write to amateur video with sub-par production values that takes me 10 minutes to toss off, I remind you of a limiting factor — in fact, it is the founding principle — of this blog: you get what you pay for at I Blame the Patriarchy.
To the blamer who inquired about the origins of my dog Zippy’s name: Probably it had something to do with the fact that she couldn’t walk when I found her, but I really can’t remember. The dog is 15 years old.
Now, before I return to my regularly-scheduled chores, let me reprint an email, which has nothing to do with dogs or amateur video, that I just received from Texan blamer Politichick. The topic is an oldie-but-goodie: when sexual harassment in the workplace and women’s poor grasp of feminist principles collide. Politichick requests a Blamer Brain-Trust intervention.
I fairly recently started working for a union, which I had hoped would be a bastion of progressiveness in this otherwise redneck town. Yesterday a colleague mentioned to me that a union member, a flag person, wanted to file a grievance about the ongoing catcalls and honks that she receives while doing her job. To her credit, my colleague did not dismiss the idea out of hand, but was concerned about providing recommendations to the employer. How could they provide a harassment-free work environment when the worksite is completely accessible to the public? While brainstorming ideas, imagining a precedent-setting case that resulted in huge fines to guys that think it’s cool to hurl drive-by verbal abuse at women, another female coworker became involved. Her first few statements included:
1. What was she wearing?
2. I don’t take it personally when people honk at me. Other women shouldn’t either.
3. I hate when women get into male-dominated industries and then complain about it later.
4. Men get honked at too, but they don’t complain about it.
I attempted to explain:
1. Who gives a fuck? But coveralls and a hard hat, as if it mattered.
2. That I take getting honked at personally, and in fact it sometimes scares me because I have no idea what the dude’s intentions are.
3. That if women had decided, back in the day, to avoid pursuing careers in male-dominated industries, there would be no industries containing women. That includes the jobs that she and I work in right now.
4. Men get honked at, but they rarely get raped.
The conversation deteriorated after she responded with “when people take offense to this there is a deeper, fear-based issue that is worth exploring and they should be referred to community agencies that can help.”
So after spending the rest of the day hiding in my office with the door closed and a huge lump of rage in my chest, I thought I thought I would ask you and the other blamers for help.
What do you do when women don’t get it? How do you present feminist information and ideas to women who are obviously heavily invested in the patriarchy and are more than willing to engage in victim-blaming? This is extremely important to me, as other women rely on my colleagues to put forward grievances that can change how women are treated in the work place, which can change how they are treated everywhere.
Please help. I need tangible coping strategies before I completely lose it.
What Politichick seems to be asking is how you turn a civilian into a blamer in a hurry. I regret that time constraints prevent me from addressing this myself, but I have every confidence that the Blametariat can handle this with ease. Women, go forth and blame.