Weepy And Hysterical
Men, listen up… Join me, with due diligence and civic duty, and publicly claim: I am sexist!
In the pages of the New York Times, a philosophy professor named George Yancy is gushing his little heart out:
It is hard to admit we are sexist. I, for instance, would like to think that I possess genuine feminist bona fides, but who am I kidding? I am a failed and broken feminist.
Upon which revelation, I suppose we could all just stop and go home. But no, let’s press on.
More pointedly, I am sexist. There are times when I fear for the loss of my own entitlement as a male. Toxic masculinity takes many forms. All forms continue to hurt and to violate women.
The word toxic, by the way, is deployed no fewer than nine times, excluding various synonyms, as if it were an incantation. Now brace yourselves for some full-on testosterone-jacked beastliness.
For example, before I got married, I insisted that my wife take my last name… While this was not sexual assault, my insistence was a violation of her independence.
To reiterate. Asking a fiancée if she’ll change her surname upon marriage, as is still the custom, perhaps to avoid confusing people as to whether you’re actually married or not, and possibly to avoid imposing on any children lengthy hyphenated surnames… this is not sexual assault. I’m glad we’ve cleared that up.
However,
I had inherited a subtle, yet still violent, form of toxic masculinity… These are deep and troubling expectations that are shaped by male privilege, male power and toxic masculinity.
What, then, are these dark and monstrous expectations, the ones that are “subtle, yet still violent”? Apparently, our professional thinker is troubled by the fact that he appreciates thanks after cleaning the house or cooking a meal. Yes, it’s deep and troubling.
Oh, we’re not done yet.
If you are a woman reading this, I have failed you. Through my silence and an uninterrogated collective misogyny, I have failed you. I have helped and continue to help perpetuate sexism. I know about how we hold onto forms of power that dehumanize you only to elevate our sense of masculinity. I recognize my silence as an act of violence. For this, I sincerely apologise.
And yet, frankly, I’m not sensing an excess of masculinity. If you spend hours preparing a meal, or cleaning the house, and then appreciate some acknowledgement, however small or routine, this doesn’t strike me as “toxic,” or “troubling,” or “dehumanizing,” or a “violation” of womanhood. Framing an appreciation of gratitude as “uninterrogated collective misogyny” sounds just a tad preposterous. And when my own Other Half takes charge of some particularly tricky meal preparation, some feat I daren’t attempt, I keep bunting and T-shirt cannons on hot stand-by.
Professor Yancy goes on to denounce, on behalf of all men, “our sexually objectifying gazes… our pornographic imaginations.” Our “dominant phallic economy.” Indeed, he continues, “we are collectively complicit with a sexist mind-set and a poisonous masculinity.” You see, being aroused by women, while not quite rape in itself, is nonetheless, as it were, rape-adjacent, and constitutes “a violent, pathetic and problematic masculinity.” One wonders how a species of suitably corrected human beings, purged of such heterosexual inclinations, might propagate and flourish. Such that we can indulge the theatrical sorrows of woke philosophy lecturers.
Or, as our educator puts it, tearfully, his face reddened with shame,
When I was about 15 years old, I said to a friend of mine, “Why must you always look at a girl’s butt?” He promptly responded: “Are you gay or something? What else should I look at, a guy’s butt?” He was already wearing the mask. He had already learned the lessons of patriarchal masculinity.
Yes, adolescent butt-watching. Oh calamitous woe. And which, apparently, girls never indulge in. Presumably, we should only be sexually attracted to personalities, and never the fleshy packaging.
There was no wiggle room for me to be both antisexist and antimisogynistic and yet a heterosexual young boy. You see, other males had rewarded his gaze by joining in the objectifying practice: “Look at that butt!” It was a collective act of devaluation.
Or possibly the reverse.
The acts of soul murder had already begun.
I’ll just leave that one there, I think.
Ooh, a button.
Incidentally, annual tuition at Emory University, where Professor Yancy shares his wisdom, is $66,950.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa, mea tedia culpa…
Meanwhile, his long-suffering wife is thinking “Act like a man, you twit!”
David, did TOH ever use that culinary flamethrower?
I recognize my silence as an act of violence. For this, I sincerely apologise.
Guess who’s not getting any.
It’s also quite amusing how quick leftists are to demonise all men because a minority behave foully, yet are the first to shout: ‘Not All Muslims’ after the latest Mohammedan atrocity, even though being a man is an immutable fact and Islam is merely a social construct.
did TOH ever use that culinary flamethrower?
It’s been dusted more than once, if that counts.
I’m beginning to think that even the Puritans enjoyed life more than modern liberals do. They’ve really managed to suck all the joy out of living.
P.S. I still look at butts. Don’t judge me.
how quick leftists are to demonise all men because a minority behave foully,
Yes, the professor is quite eager to speak on your behalf, and to sell you down the river. You see, being so much better than the rest of us, he was, even as a 15-year-old, “both antisexist and antimisogynistic.” A woke prodigy, presumably, and therefore terribly agonised by other boys noticing their female classmates’ buttocks.
Though apparently, that still wasn’t enough to purge him of innate heterosexual sin.
And which, apparently, girls never indulge in.
Oh yes we do. 🙂
Oh yes we do. 🙂
It’s pretty much hard-wired, and not noticing intriguing physical attributes takes quite a bit of conscious effort. As a million comedy sketches can testify.
“Honey, your butt looks great in those jeans.”
“Stop murdering my soul!”
Poor Mr. Yancy.
He gets half a point for dusting it; nobody wants a dusty flamethrower.0
So many cliches, so little time, and yet they wonder why they are called NPCs.
I digress, having seen people mangled in all sorts of actually violent ways, and am I the only one fed up to the gills with everything slightly (and usually for no good reason) troubling to someone these days being called “violent” ?
So many clichés, so little time, and yet they wonder why they are called NPCs.
Quite. Despite the attempt to sound heartfelt and sincere, the ludicrous, mannered language and clotted thinking – regurgitated wholesale – suggests something entirely different.
…I keep bunting and T-shirt cannons on hot stand-by.
Um, is that a euphemism? Asking for a friend.
And yet, frankly, I’m not sensing an excess of masculinity.
LOL
What the hell must his wife be like?
You see, being aroused by women, while not quite rape in itself, is nonetheless, as it were, rape-adjacent, and constitutes “a violent, pathetic and problematic masculinity.”
God help any sons he has.
God help any sons he has.
It is worth noting just how often “feminist” serves as shorthand for “unfit parent.”
I’m guessing he wouldn’t be a fan of Jake Thackray, then.
Mangina
But no, let’s press on.
Code for ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you. No money back. Credit Note only!’
Buy some more T-Shirts for the cannon. Christmas is around the corner.
What is our hero accomplishing (if not parody)? What’s the manifest benefit of this sudden enlightenment and who does it benefit? Are chains flying off chicks all over the place?
That rant’s looking pretty damn self-obsessed to me, although come to think of it the whole woke thing is classic Pharisee.
Um, is that a euphemism?
Sadly, no. But his cooking is pretty good, so a tiny fanfare seems in order, even if it’s often just a muffled grunt of approval emitted between bites.
Buy some more T-Shirts for the cannon.
Bless you, sir. May your toaster remain free of scorched and ancient crumbs.
What is our hero accomplishing…
Don’t worry Professor, Yancy,
I’m sure your fiance was well aware that you weren’t a “masculine” male before she became your wife. I am sure she never saw you as being toxic in any way, shape, or form. In fact, your milquetoast persona is quite clear for all to see.
As far as the “masculine” men you seem to despise so much….don’t worry about us. If you were in a group of people, I doubt could separate you from the other women.
So I’m setting up a betting pool. I’m thinking 8 to 1 in favor of him being a serial harasser of women, 2 to 1 in favor of him being abused regular by his wife himself, and anyone daring enough to bet on him being neither abuser nor abused will get the whole pot if nothing happens within, say, five years.
He certainly is signalling, Farnsworth, but what about? What’s the vast benefit to [victim group] of such virtue? Freeing them? Ending their century’s long incarceration by [target group]?
If so, let’s see the physical manifestation of this spectacular of a virtue that the nation’s leading newspaper of record sees fit to release such enlightenment upon a dark and ignorant world.
Presumably, we should only be sexually attracted to personalities
Feminism says that we should only be attracted to ideologies. A screaming Marxist should sexually arouse us.
Yes, the professor is quite eager to…sell you down the river.
Funny how so many of our intellectual “betters” are like that. It’s almost as if the purpose of the education system is to turn out armies of little Stalins.
There is a whole genre of gynaecological documentaries under a collective classification known as “cuckold” that can be used to familiarise oneself with such milqutoast persons. He is obviously well versed in the practices.
It is worth noting just how often “feminist” serves as shorthand for “unfit parent.”
Let’s generalize that to “unfit citizen”.
He gets half a point for dusting it; nobody wants a dusty flamethrower.
I’m not sure what prompted this little diversion, but given the rapidity with which I’ve reached the end of my tether in recent years, a culinary flamethrower would be of no use to me. And I definitely think we need more helicopters, too. I don’t even care if the blades are dusty.
he was, even as a 15-year-old, “both antisexist and antimisogynistic.” A woke prodigy, presumably, and therefore terribly agonised by other boys noticing their female classmates’ buttocks.
I’ll take ‘things that didn’t happen’ for ten points.
Yea, verily we are all sinners, bretheren!
“It’s pretty much hard-wired, and not noticing intriguing physical attributes takes quite a bit of conscious effort.”
Yes, it sounds as if he’s not only pissed off at masculinity; he’s angry at being a mammal.
“It’s pretty much hard-wired, and not noticing intriguing physical attributes takes quite a bit of conscious effort.”
This illustrates one of the many reasons that it is very tiring to be around feminists.
Speaking of “hysterical” reactions, note the latest in toxic masculinity.
That’s right kids. Men spend an extra 70 seconds per day in the can, ostensibly “hiding” from the wife and kids.
Cue sociology departments feverishly creating graduate level courses on this outrage even as we speak.
When did the Junior Anti-Sex League arrive?
What’s the vast benefit to [victim group] of such virtue?
Absolutely nothing, it is not intended to, it is solely to make him have good feelz about himself and to announce he is better than we mere trogloditian peons not in possession of degrees in Angry & Useless studies.
…2 to 1 in favor of him being abused regular by his wife himself…
That’s got him pegged.
Oh, yes we do.
My wife is going to suffer major withdrawal symptoms when Rafa Nadal retires.
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I’ll take ‘things that didn’t happen’ for ten points.
Seems like a good time to repost a link to this.
Somehow I can see the dear professor coming home to find his wife getting wildly plowed by the neighbor, and he timidly raises his hand to ask permission to speak.
That’s right kids. Men spend an extra 70 seconds per day in the can, ostensibly “hiding” from the wife and kids.
“Studies with made up data because who would know and/or how would it be repeated” for twenty points.
Seems like a good time to repost a link to this.
LOL. That’s made my morning. 😀
LOL. That’s made my morning. 😀
Glad to hear it. And yet, in Professor Yancy’s super-woke feminist mind, teenage girls are somehow sexually inert and are only the reluctant, put-upon receivers of attention, not actual participants in a mutual dance.
The hair shirt is very much in fashion for Professor Yancy and his ilk. I’m not at all convinced I should wear one.
And I definitely think we need more helicopters, too.
{looks up from newspaper, nods sagely}
That’s got him pegged.
No, that’s different. Although equally likely.
What’s the vast benefit to [victim group] of such virtue?
Absolutely nothing, it is not intended to, it is solely to make him have good feelz…
There we have it.
Here’s the problem. Western civilization probably won’t hold. It’ll fall to this unmitigated bullshit, consume itself in a fit of moral angst it can’t divine the purpose of much less the logic, and be overrun.
This will happen, however, because its remaining vestiges have not identified what’s happening. The right, being ostensible and inherently slothful, will keep taking most of its cues from the left and react badly, and few or none will identify the core of such things. There’ll be no philosophy of liberty and there’ll be no analysis of the durable ways a people form and endure and by what means.
Leftism is inherent force. Postmodernism is the lie. Progressive social signalling is both as it embraces objective evil. How so? The whole mess is fundamentally abnormal, actively denormalizes the normal, rewrites history, violates human nature, and from there, it aims to erase anything not itself. As a stunt, 10,000 people are heading the the southern US border to illustrate elements of this phenomenon. An invasion without a purpose except to invade under color of an alternative morality previously unrecognized in the history of civilization about which the victim is virtually unprepared to wage a proper, reliable intellectual battle and take effective action.
Because feelz. Because the west’s institutions are already gone. The west will be overcome by a malaise of malignant emotion the basis of which is an empty falsehood of envy, parasitic activism, and simple force. The resistance to this assault? A politically-charged, media-fueled heckling from the victims using the language and arenas of the attackers.
Sucks. Past time to identify both elements right down to their cores and for the normal, civilized contingent drive many, many more stakes of real demarkation.
That’s right kids. Men spend an extra 70 seconds per day in the can…
And from the linked report:
Out of the year, men find that only 171 of their 7 hours of bathroom time is disturbed, allowing them to spend the rest of those hours truly by themselves…
Which seems to imply that we misogynists spend negative 164 undisturbed hours in the bathroom. Whatever – obviously not a math major.