When feminism went wrong was at the point of denying physiological sex differences and exaggerating the psychological ones. Women are supposed to be as physically strong as men but utterly incapable of saying “no” to offers of unwanted sex, interrupting an uncomfortable date, or surviving a compliment in the workplace. Women are just as great as men in combat or at a police precinct. We can wrestle criminals to the ground but are useless at verbalizing our feelings at a date. In other words, we are shortish men.
As a result, instead of making the world more hospitable to women’s distinctly non-male physiology, we started #MeTooing around imaginary mental fragilities. We have denied physique and embraced the mystique. And the result is quite pathetic. I mean, name one significant feminist advance in the last 20, 30, 40 years. There’s nothing. But the fight to get women drafted into the army is gaining steam. Yippee.
I don’t need a freaking female mentor at work because having to deal with a male mentor will supposedly turn my brain into mush. But recognizing PUPPPS as a serious affliction would definitely be a big deal. Why do we hear so much about the uncomfortable dates of a few mentally unstable women but nobody knows what PUPPPS even is? I had to bring printouts from Google to my OB-GYN because he had no idea what it was. That caused me a lot more suffering than a colleague telling me I look amazing. And PUPPPS is just one thing. I could give a million examples. Female contraception stinks. The medical industry around childbirth is vastly flawed. There’s zero discussion around drug-free relief for menstrual pain. The way the medical system treats women who miscarried is shameful. I can go on and on.
Of course, now the very word “women” has been cancelled, so forget talking about pregnancy complications or menopausal discomfort. Who cares about that when somebody’s fee-fees are hurt? Let’s take to our fainting couches because we are mentally fragile mini-men.