[Armenian]

http://fullcomment.nationalpost.com/2014...t-feminsm/

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Rex Murphy: The year in activist feminism

A newspaper story out of liberated France tells of a brave campaign by feminists to coincide with the gift-giving season, and beautifully illustrates the sensitivity and devotion of truly dedicated social justice progressives.

That country’s feminist domestic legion — just to dissociate it from the more famous and, just possibly, even braver French Foreign Legion — has executed a brutally stupid nuisance campaign of inserting tiny leaflets into various Christmas toys imprinted with the harsh declarative, “This toy is sexist.” Sound the Dies Irae.

They do so, they are pleased to claim, to alert little boy kiddies when they get a train set, or little girl kiddies when they get a nurse doll, that they are being abused; that they are being shouldered into “stereotypes”; and that Santa (their parents) is confirming all the known “gender biases.” Finally — this is really good — their fortune-cookie sabotage is meant “to raise awareness … that toymakers and sellers play a part in the fact that not a single little girl asks Father Christmas for a sword.” (Absolutely my italics.)

Well, if there is a cause I want to join, endorse and publicize it is surely the impoverishment of a world where little girls don’t have, by right, cutlasses and rapiers, samurai steel and Toledo blades, with which to terrorize the domestic hearth and practice parry and thrust, hack and pierce, on the Christmas turkey — or more likely their weaponless male siblings. (“Now, Ashleigh, put away the battle-axe and eat your peas.”)

I’m sure there are many young women out there who grew up “swordless” — need I say that in these enlightened times I am not implying anything Freudian here — and will, consequently, live impaired and unfulfilled lives.

Is this the feminism of 2014, flocks of feminists going undercover into the Toys R Us stores, foisting micro-propaganda into tiny toddlers tea sets and light sabres? The story is an outlier, some might say — but the some would be very wrong. In an era when college students under the mighty sway of heteronormative patriarchy have conjured up the concept of “micro-aggression” and stamped their books with “trigger warnings,” there is surely nothing too silly, too intellectually vacuous, for educated feminists to embrace.

Witness that most risible spectacle of Beyoncé — the Chanticleer of Bootylicious — giving a performance at the TV Music Awards that would have the most talented stripper envious of its lavish lasciviousness, assuming poses that would embarrass the most veteran proctologist, while on a backdrop, in bright lights and huge lettering the word “FEMINIST” flashed to the world how “empowering” the louche lewd and lecherous exhibition really was.

This is the same year when the Grand Twerker, Miley Cyrus, declared “she is one of the world’s biggest feminists.” And of course it is also the year when the currently green-haired queen of confessional feminism, Lena Dunham, drenched the market with her formidable musings under the title of Not That Kind of Girl, a biography memoir in the great tradition of Pamela Anderson and other literary ecdysiasts, which included a story of her being “raped” by a “mustachioed campus Republican named Barry” at her intellectual nursery, Oberlin college.

Random House has since had to apologize to an well-known Oberlin conservative named Barry who threatened to sue. Dunham made the name up — she is a self-confessed “unreliable narrator.” The whole mess is a chaff harvest of folly and self-promotion — all in all, a triumph for “narrative” biography and a summit moment for the whole “always believe the victim” commandment of feminist catechism. Perhaps a tiny warning leaflet in Not That Kind of Girl — “this is probably fiction” — would help.

Am I “mansplaining” here? I surely hope so. Mansplaining is a bit of this year’s wombspeak, a coinage of great self-satisfaction and smugness which attempts to put down reconciling reality to facts, naming fables when they are fables, and contesting any of the dogmas of the enlightened sisterhood, as mere condescension from the other gender. It should be paired with “femsplaining” which is of course pure unshampooed truth — as determined, of course, by when and if it works for the cause.

All this is quite wonderful stuff. From Toys ‘R Us to Lena and Miley, these stories have served as admirable distractions from the trivialities of Boko Haram, the kidnapping and sale of young girls by demented fanatics, the horrid acid attacks on school girls from the frothing Taliban and their ilk, and the sundry brutalities and mass rapes by the world’s real women haters.

For as long as there is a swordless Sally, the feminists of the West have their own problems. But equally, as long as there is a Beyoncé and her bounteous bouncing booty, there is yet hope for us all, and redemption but a bump and a grind away. You go, girl.

National Post

[scotian]

Rex Murphy is probably my favourite Canadian journalist, when he was with the CBC, he was the only reason I'd tune in. I find him to be a voice of sanity in field rife with bullshit, he truly is one of a dying breed.

[El_gato]

Bravo Rex!
One of Canada's finest. Also our bravest in the face of a feminazi counter attack on his right to exercise free speech.

[The Reactionary Tree]

[Nemausus]

Rex Murphy has been crushing it lately. That particular piece generated 3400+ comments. I'm starting to wonder if he's recently stumbled across the manosphere.

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Perhaps a tiny warning leaflet in Not That Kind of Girl — “this is probably fiction” — would help.

This sounds like something you would read on RVF or ROK. Rex, if you're reading this, keep it up. You're doing god's work.

His weekly opinion piece on The National is usually pretty good. Last month, he had an excellent take on the Sexual Harassment allegations on Parliament Hill that made headlines.