Equal Rights @ MindSay

     “The world is flat,” or so says Mr. Friedman, whose style reminds me of those simplistic Protestants preachers who continually package the world (and eternity no less) into 3-piece alliterative sermons. Friedman’s endless, all-encompassing catch-phrase simplifications create the ludicrous impression that every fact has a corresponding parochial colloquialism which the hoi polloi can grasp and utilize as effortlessly as they can incorporate phrases like “the golden herd” and “the untouchables” into the mass-produced American lingo. Which shouldn’t imply that Mr. Friedman is full of shit, in fact, his insight and remarkable educational abilities separate him from a plebian southern Baptist preacher or a grand Amarillo Slim style hustler.

     O Platitude! You alone are holy and revered! Beautiful, magnificently just Platitude, bless us with Your millennial dominion! We exalt You, no, exaltation’s impossible here; rather, we flatter You with self-reference: You equalizer.

      The antipodal introduction serves only to state by way of reference that equality is the latest lingua franca. If we admit that all human reality exists by means of mental portrayal, and communication by means of common description, then what could be more valuable than platitudes? Equality increases its own axiological power by claiming pseudonyms as fundamental to human interaction. From this level ground, the world appears flat indeed; squished even, perhaps by a heavy democratic press, stamping equality into our moral code, our power systems, our very way of thinking! Thinking with our flatheads, we perceive everything mutual, mainstream, common, universal, fashionable, public, and popular, as perfect.

     The “degeneration and diminution of man into the perfect herd animal, this animalization of man into the dwarf animal of equal rights and claims.” Yes indeed, Wise Herr Nietzsche, our ideal is a motley, muddled, unmanly man of mixed metals! And should we succeed? What then shall we call this new species? A Platypus!

     But hope! O Reader who sees in that platypus nothing but a bleak gray existence, happiest in the dull hazy fog of bed-ridden mornings, clouding all activity with fuliginous morals like thick smoke chokes the last pale glimpse of living fire from previously virulent veins. See the platypus rejoicing before the mirrored sight of balanced justice and hope for her self-destruction. What’s that? You wish to be a conqueror; I doubt your strength. But I say “hope” because I have firm faith in the platypus’ failure. How? A generation’s suicidal slash shall leave her squawking and squealing at the sight of blood-wet red forearm flesh flapping, her cuntish sons continually slashing veins in search of significance. Will they find passion in those equal bloodstreams? NO. Virulence? NO. Strength? NO. Specialty? NO. Love? NO. Meaning?… Ah, you think this problem of the meaning of life troubles us now? Wait until we’re equal!

I think I'll add this to my blog, just because I doubt anyone is going to read in the blog it's in now, and it would be a waste of writing, in my opinion, to just leave it abandoned. This was a respose to brandybear's blog a few days ago about anti feminism. Granted, it was four in the morning when I wrote this, and I was pissed off by what she said(two conditions I should never have wrtten under) but I think I got my point across.

First off, if you think being a woman is about wanting power and selling your self with sex, then you are highly mistaken. And before you criticize feminism, or anything for that matter, you should at least know something about it, because obviously, you don’t.

Feminism is not a movement that was intended to force men into submission by women. It was not meant to create the means for women to bash or abuse men, using them as if they were inferior creatures. It was certainly not established so that women could whore their way to the top.

Feminism was a movement in which to bring equality to the genders and establish women as more than just objects to be had.

It began as actions taken in the late 19th century in order to fight for the privileges that had so far been denied to women. Before then, women were not allowed to secure an education, they were not allowed to vote, let alone participate in any political or business endeavor, and they were most definitely not allowed to speak their minds. There was a time where women were not allowed to even leave the house without a man accompanying them. Women who advocated doing any of the above were made into social outcasts and miscreants. We were fighting oppression.

You talk about the conflict and suffering many women went through and are still going through as if it were petty nonsense, as if they were idiots, inferior to your own great thinking powers. Obviously you have never had to fight for anything. People took the risk of ruining their entire lives to give you the freedom to bitch about how things are done, and you sit there with the pretentiousness to wave it off like a bothersome fly. “Oh, feminism was a stupid idea.”

Well, let me tell you something. I would love to see you go into a country where women are still being oppressed and try to get to the top of the social ladder by whoring yourself around. When they find your dead body along side some street, battered, broken and used, we’ll know how successful you were.

What you have described in your post is an insult to feminism. Using your body to gain something is near kin to prostitution. I can’t even believe that you have the nerve to suggest this, after women fought for decades so that you could live your life without the limitation of being considered as nothing more then a sexual object.

The rest of us don’t need to sell our bodies to get to the top. We use our intelligence, self-confidence, and most importantly, our integrity to help make our way in this world. We certainly don’t need to bash men or deceive them by using sex to make ourselves feel better or to gain a place in society.

After all of this, I almost find it a shame that your father hadn’t chosen to sell you off to the highest bidder like a piece of meat at an auction. Maybe then you would have learned to appreciate what you have.