As the result of a snippet of commentary found on yesterday’s post, there will be a slight adjustment to the comments policy.
The snippet was this: “…dewds insist on encroaching on a blog where they are specifically asked not to comment.”
The truth is, men have merely been asked not be fucking pedantic assholes, but the policy could do with a bit of explication, and perhaps an augmentation. Sure, fucking pedantic assholes are right out, but, as unprecedented deletions most certainly loom on the horizon, a clarification on the official blog position on general dude-generated comments is in order. So let’s roll.
Male commenters are still welcome, of course. But they are asked to respect the Blame from within slightly different parameters.
But first, a review of the beloved comments policy, never read, alas, by a single soul, living or dead:
Anyone* can read this blog. However, there is a prerequisite for commenting. That prerequisite is an advanced grasp of the ideas central to radical feminism. For the purposes of Blametariat eligibility, and by way of a sort of self-test, prospective commenters should be able to reproduce a reasonably comprehensive summary of radical feminist theory without Googling anything first. Comments will commence from the point of view that the value of the liberation of women is not itself a matter of debate. Dissenting opinions will clearly exhibit philosophic value, and will proceed from within a framework of feminist theory. Antifeminist comments will not be admitted into discussion.
And now, the dudes. The above applies to them, of course, but since they are, whether they like it or not, wielders of privilege not enjoyed by the majority of patriarchy blamers, special strictures must obtain. These strictures are necessary in order to maintain an environment wherein the Blametariat may blame in peace without constantly having to educate, reward, defend, endure amateur pornography, or declare war.
With five years as an Internet Feminist under my belt, I’ve found that men who leave comments on radical feminist blogs — these are would-be legitimate commenters, not MRA trolls or gawkers — are often under a serious misapprehension. That misapprehension, if they are under it, is always twofold. In extreme cases, it is threefold. You can probably think of a few more folds I’m forgetting.
Fold #1: He “gets” feminism.
Fold #2: Feminist women, because of our infamous preoccupation with women’s issues to the exclusion of all else, are extensively mystified by the complex inner workings of his unique man-brain, and urgently require an overview of same, which will be bestowed either out of deep concern for the tragic constriction of our horizons, in an attempt correct our thinking on key feminist issues, or as an act of exhibitionism.
Fold #3: The Blametariat, now bursting with empathy after having been enlightened per 1 & 2, will stop what they are doing and help him address his pain/ read his amateur porn/ redefine feminism in terms of men/ otherwise meet his needs.
I would like to take this opportunity to cure such commenters of a wild delusion.
Hear me, O afflicted dudes: If you truly do “get” feminism, you know that, like all oppressed classes, women, as a matter of survival, are intimate to the point of exhaustion with the drives, appetites, illnesses, angsts, yearnings, hopes, dreams, great works, and bodily functions of the oppressor. We grasp these things utterly and without omission because we do not live in a cave; they are the default subjects of all art, literature, music, science, film, blogs, dinner conversation, science fiction, advertising, journalism, legislation, TV, the Internet, religion, technology, sport, and miscellaneous culture both low and high. The minute some dude tells me something I don’t already know about dudeliness, I’ll eat a bonobo.
Therefore this blog — the author and readers of which have been soaking in male experience since the cradle — is in fact unconcerned with male experience.
This blog is unconcerned with male experience. For real.
This blog is concerned, solely, with radical feminist theory. Well, that, and Cool Whip. The difference between “male experience” and “radical feminist theory” is substantial enough that anyone who has gotten this far should be able to perceive it, therefore I expect all future commentary to reflect the following:
Pedantic assholes, naturally, are still prohibited, but henceforth, whether openly assholic or not, any comment that purports to enlighten the Blametariat by expounding on or from the male point of view will be more or less regarded as a block of government cheese.
Need an example? Remarks commencing with the phrase “As a guy, it has been my experience that _____”; that contain descriptive paragraphs about hot sex with your girlfriend or your relationship with your penis; that toss in an executive summary of your women friends’ views; and that conclude with “just my 2 cents,” will not be admitted into discussion.
I expect it will be a challenge for some to eschew the dudely pulpit. But it must be done, for the sake of the children.
One strives for seamless integration. It’s what I envisioned when I wrote the other day that a guy who could pass for a year on IBTP as a radical feminist lesbian would get a card with the word “Human” printed on it. It could happen. For instance, so lacking in bloviational and/or sex-confessional dudeliness were PhysioProf’s early comments, for the longest time I thought he was a lady. Well, not a lady.
Ditto Rootlesscosmo. He always manages to enbiggen to the discourse without relying on dudely authori-tay.
Hey, remember when everyone thought Ron Sullivan was a dude? Good times.
By the way, Ron, you might want to close your italics tags on Toad.
Well, carry on, all.
* Anyone, that is, who speaks English and has a computer, universal access, and an internet connection. That’s hardly anybody, I guess.