If you’ll pardon my paraphrase.
In the end, I guess it comes down to this: how much has the establishment feminist message of broad victimization and the demonization of Republicans as backwards godbotherers who hate them some women — whether it be their oppressed wives, controlled daughters, neglected mothers and grandmothers, or detestable sisters — become not only an established “truth,” but one that, in terms of a hierarchy of women’s voting motivators, is paramount.
Because I have to say, it would be sad to see women reduced to the wielders of perpetual grievance and victimhood — which is of course only a tool for leftist political power — use such a mirage of “empowerment” to make their electoral choices.
At which point, Amanda Marcotte becomes a kind of spokeswoman for populist femininity.
— Which would be akin to elevating Steve Erkel to the Presidency.
Oh, wait —
(h/t Ryan Gill)
Compare and contrast:
Self-parody. It has to be. Tell me it’s self-parody.
OT-
recently i was wandering on the internet and followed some links (you know how this happens), and I ended up reading a blog entry that ridiculed Amanda for her sexual yammering – she interviewed another washed-up feminist who wasn’t getting as much casual sex as in years past, and so they were discussing how it’s good to “change your mind and try new things like going on “real dates””…
This blogger skewered them both so badly I was laughing like a nut until I realized it was a PickUp Artist (PUA) doing the skewering.
I sooo want to link to that guy’s takedown of those two “ladies” but I think i would feel dirty…
You know you want to link it, because you are a dirty girl.
lol
Isn’t that more or less a feature and not a bug?
Or have I missed the point of The Feminine Mystique?
The fraudulence of The Feminine Mystique is glossed over by today’s ‘feminists’. Really, Betty Friedan had it pretty soft and she and her acolytes managed a coup forcing women to feel perpetually in the wrong for not being a superwoman.
She was kind of like Nietzsche’s fraternal twin.
okay it is just too funny. google amanda and Tracy Clark-Flory…throw in the word “hamster” and it’ll pop up first i think.
I hang my head in shame. :(
I assume you’ve seen Julie Borowski’s parody of Lena Dunham’s video?
Self-parody. It has to be. Tell me it’s self-parody.
I’ma chalk that one up to a blinding lack of self-awareness, myself.
You know that one kid who said that really funny thing that one time, and has tried to be the cool, funny one ever since? He made that.
I think I’m going to start an organization called “The National Association for the Advancement of Unhyphenated People.”
Identity-group politics must die.
Actually Squid, I think The Fat Joke made that.
missfixit, years ago, I used to drink in a meat market bar in downtown Minneapolis. (Don’t remember the name)
Anyway, the people watching was fabulous and it was there I developed my “First, Second and Third” string theory of when women would show up at the bar. (I observed this only at the one bar. In some ways, I regret not doing further research)
Anyway, goes like this: The “first string” gals showed up early, (dressed to the nines, tended to be good looking) because they knew they had their pick of the guys.
The second string gals tended to show up in the middle of the evening after the guys had been drinking for a while and were less picky.
The final wave of gals were the third stringers and they tended to show up maybe an hour before closing time.
So Amanda and Tracy are so far gone the don’t even qualify as third string? Yeesh….
Interesting read, missfixit.
In the sense that a derailed train makes for an interesting roadside spectacle.
That sort of research could get you a masters thesis at a feminist college…oh wait. It involved heterosexuals, nevermind … maybe evolutionary biology?
“In the sense that a derailed train makes for an interesting roadside spectacle.”
exactly.. it’s like watching a cage match between Larry Flynt and Rosie O’Donnell…
The term blowback comes to mind.
hyphen!
Fucking hyphens need to go back to Hyphenland where they belong.
Ya know, with just a carefully placed interjection or two, Barry and Michelle ought to be easily capable of changing that War On Women meme into a more profitable Wear On Women hip-hop clothing line, for to make their occupations in a post-White House sojourn. They might even learn a little about how business works, a la the late George McGovern.
One of us should trademark the name just because.
missfixit, I checked out the, umm, article you mentioned.
In the comments, there’s a link to a picture of Flory. I stand by my comment about Flory not even making third string.
I’m with you, Blake. I see cats, lots and lots of cats in her future.
That Clark-Florys deal is sad.
She has spent all of her 20s having casual sex with hundreds of guys, only had a couple of orgasms, but doesn’t think she has been exploited.
And people pay her to write about sex.
Actually, the first thing that comes up is this post. I’m sure that’s a good thing. I’ma go look at the second thing.
Oh, yeah. I’ve got got a couple of toes dipped in and it looks like fun.
Did it never occur to her, in all that time, that it might be in her interest to have a man who was invested in her happiness and satisfaction? No, that prick would be thinking she had to invest herself too. Patriarchal bastard.
I have always thought of the hook up/friends with benefits/no emotion sex to be not much more than just a couple of people masturbating together, this poor thing didn’t even get that much out of it.
I’ve had my share of those and found them to be some of the most honest relationships I’ve had. No pretense, no bullshit and no emotional wreckage. No deep feelings, but no hard feelings either. But in all those cases, it was friends before the benefits. Yeah, it is sort of like mutual masturbation (in that it isn’t going anywhere but right here), but with a real live opposite sex person to have actual sex with, so not really.
Anyway, BOOM goes the dynamite:
Now that your toes are wet, Pablo, try not to wade out too deep into the comments. The Afghan/3rd world shithole tribal-gang culture undertow will suck you right out into the real men of the Taliban rip current.
Deserts. Dryness. One senses a theme.
I suppose I’m cynical, but I perceive a lot of these womyn writing of their sexual exploits as a sort of Walter Mitty-like parallel fantasy life. I notice that it is usually, if not exclusively the most plain of the group that are the most braggadocios, as if the boast of the busy sexual life is a veiled and anxious way of saying that they really are sexually desirable – much more than an account of actual, real-life experiences.
Being a doctrinaire feminist doesn’t really lend itself to the sort of free-wheeling sexuality they portray (at least in heterosexual relationships), with its built-in hangups about gender roles and exploitation and patriarchy. I find it hard to believe that there are enough men that get the feminist thing well enough to participate in these encounters. Just a look at Clark-Flory’s dour face tells you that she’s not really the up for anything type of girl she imagines herself to be.
That depends on the doctrine of the doctrinaire feminist, doesn’t it?
If we summarize First Wave Feminism via the slogan Vote like a Man, and Second Wave Feminism via the slogan, Work like a Man, can we then summarize Third Wave Feminism via the slogan, Fuck like a Man?
I find it interesting that people like Flory Amanda think everything revolves around getting laid, whereas guys tend to be into getting laid, cars, sports, drinking, work, carpentry, guns,tools, etc.
Yet these same womyn call guys “one dimensional.”
Feminism totally depends on the woman preaching it.
Clark-Flory wants to sleep around and be celebrated, the feminism is just a thin coat of makeup covering her real desires – which appear to be exposing herself publicly and being used like a trash can.
OTOH, I just read a really interesting book by Rosaria Champagne Butterfield, a former lesbian and feminist professor at Syracuse university (she became a Christian and is now married and adopting kids in foster care!) – and her brand of feminism seemed more of a disdain for men in general. It seemed more like the traditional “men are unnecessary and oppressive” line…
Anyway, it’s all just a result of the same thing: a broken world, and people responding to their own hurts and fears in different ways.
I wonder if it isn’t the old freshman (high school) composition class advice to write what you know. Clark-Flory want’s to be a paid writer. She knows sex sells. So she has lots of sex in order to have something to sell.
She had lots of sex in order to feel she has worth. Worth to whom? Men? Herself (doubtful)? Her gal pals who high fived her over her latest conquests and congratulated themselves on their whorish ways? Probably.
Now she’s bemoaning the fact that she had lots of sex, with lots of guys and she’s too old to be desirable to anyone decent who wants a life partner who isn’t a slut.
Payback’s a bitch, eh?
More reaction to Clark-Flory, if anyone can muster the interest.
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