LinusK, you have, pages ago, drawn from my posts to support you position. Yet you haven’t told us what you, personally, not philosophically, have against feminism. I will tell you why I can’t consider myself a feminist.
It’s because of Cheryl Dahlen, who was briefly my girlfriend when I was in 7th grade. I was being bullied mercilessly (the reason being that I admitted I’d smoked weed, so I was the evil addict) and she was bullied too, as the designated school slut. In 5 years everyone who trashed our lockers and spit on us and tripped us on the stairs and dumped trash over the bathroom stalls onto each of us would be smoking weed and fucking too, but that never mattered. Seventh grade was one big, vicious animal that had singled us out. Girls wouldn’t accept her as a friend, boys treated her barbarically, and I dialed it down to platonic soulmate when it was obvious she was using sex to get away from the pain that sex dumped on her. (There’s irony: I friend-zoned myself. Go figure).
I don’t think I’ve ever seen the most misandrist feminist capture, much less try to understand the disgusting mix of lust and contempt that the boys treated Cheryl with. I could write a book, but instead of a long, dreary post I’ll assume you’ve seen this story yourselves.
At age 16, she was killed in a car full of drunks. Since I worked at the Catholic cemetery, I had to bury some of them, but luckily not her. Then , to my even greater disgust, she became a tragic legend and everyone felt bad about how her mom beat her and mom’s boyfriends fucked her, etc. etc. One classmate, who had also fucked her, was at least honest enough to chortle “is she really dead? Good!”
So the person who was my female counterpart in that ordeal was killed while I lived. I hate them and I always will. Not enough to go back and kill them, because it’s not worth losing what I was able to build of my life despite their efforts. But I don’t hate boys who haven’t done those things yet. And what’s this has to do with feminism. Feminism, IMHO, says that boys are naturally like this. It perpetuates the cycle by giving them the role of bastards, just like they gave Cheryl the role of slut. And people will take on their roles, just out of perversity and spite.
And I feel feminism assumes I’m like those people I hate, just because I share their sex. All feminism does then is tap into my hate and get some of it directed back at itself.
The political is always personal. So what’s your story?