Once in a great while — by which I mean several times a day — I Blame the Patriarchy’s moderation queue produces a true classic. If I weren’t so dedicated a spinster aunt, whose duty it is to excise antifeminist commentary before it scathes the delicate retinas of the Blametariat and triggers massive thread derailings and pestilences, I would leave them all in so we could all have a nice chuckle. But then we’d be overrun with teenage boys and godbags, and my blogular life would become complicated. Still, sometimes I can’t resist sharing with the Blametariat.
Today’s example endears itself to me because right out of the chute there’s a completely pointless ellipsis, then it goes straight for the old this-blog-must-be-a-parody chestnut. Then it diagnoses us as paranoids and lapses into Mr Rogersism before denying the existence of patriarchy. Of course it then explains what a real feminist is, and finally, because the author cares for our health, it prescribes “relaxation” as an antidote to our senseless obstreperism. And it thinks it’s being zingy! Textbook!
This one is in response to a recent post on how our misogynist culture pathologizes unwanted pregnancy.
…Please tell me this whole blog is a parody. Say it with me: PA RA NOI A. Oh, no, the evil patriarchs are out to get me! Maybe some people just don’t want to be pregnant. It’s a pretty big deal. It has nothing to do with some mass conspiracy against women and everything to do with a major life change coming unexpectedly. The people who help women with unplanned pregnancies are the REAL feminists. People like you just have soapboxes permanently implanted in your feet and seriously need to take a few deep breaths and relax. Maybe get an aquarium.