When I was about 14 years old, my parents hosted a dinner party. One group of their guests was a family much like ours: mother, father and a daughter, an only child. Except that the other family’s daughter was about 5 years my senior and, while I was in High School, she was already attending University.
During the meal, the matriarch of this guest family, with an indulgently patronizing smile, responded to something my dad had said with: “How can you say that, with two fine young feminists sitting at the table?”
Well, that got my hackles up!
I immediately responded with (loosely translated to English): “I am no such thing as a feminist! Please, don’t insult my intelligence by calling me one!”
Which seemed to puzzle my parents’ guests (both of whom [the parents] held doctorates in Physics): they could not possibly imagine a young woman who isn’t driven by her immature teenage rebellion into the foolishness that is ‘Western feminism’. Their own daughter was, indeed, a full blown feminist and a Marxist to boot – and, to the best of my knowledge, has remained so till now…
OK, it was one of my Aspie moments, I had embarrassed my parents and all that. Jaws dropped all around – perhaps due to the passion with which my statement was delivered – and, looking back, my parents had a hard time getting the conversation back into the ‘safe’ zone.
Yet, even at the age of 14, I recognized and despised – to the core of my being – the hypocrisy of modern-day Western feminists who, far from attempting to create a ‘level playing field’ where every individual is treated equally, regardless of where they fall in the demographics game, were all about a power/money grab for a specific snotty elite…a corruption of an ideal if there ever was one!
I, for one, considered myself ‘an equalist’ – someone who despises special privileges for anyone. for any reason. The rules of life (aka ‘the laws of the land’) had to apply to everyone equally!
After all, that is why we came to Canada: so my family would no longer be persecuted because of my father’s beliefs (not actions, just beliefs). Where teachers would not regularly single me out because of my pigmentation, my pale skin and hair and eye colour – ‘just the king of kid the Nazis would have liked – unlike the rest of my classmates, whom they would have gladly have exterminated’: a statement my grade 3-5 homeroom teacher made, in class, several times week, and which inevitably led to a school-yard beating for me…at least, until I learned how to fight back…
So, I guess I learned the hard way to wish for the rules to apply to everyone equally – even to pale freaks like me! And, I had expected that immigrating to a country with a heritage of liberal democracy, like Canada, would provide that!
How very Aspie of me…
The Cultural Marxists – led/bullied by the ‘feminists’ – had corrupted the spirit of liberal democracy in Canada long before I got here.
It saddens me to see so many smart people fall for their scam.
Yet, I am glad Thunderf00t is not one of them!
Xanthippa's Chamberpot 
June 7, 2013 at 16:47
Xanthippa:
It’s so refreshing to hear the truth about feminism spoken by a woman. But you have the relationship between feminism and Marxism reversed.
Feminism is the handmaiden of Marxism – cultural or otherwise.
The conceptual foundations of cultural Marxism combine Freud and Jung with Marx and Engels to spin a web in which penis envy is the motivation, the great mother archetype is the means, and marriage is the opportunity to transform the perennial cooperative-competitive relationship between the sexes into an all-out class war of total destruction in which women see themselves as the down-trodden proletariat and men are cast as the evil, privileged oppressors.
The purpose of instigating this war is not to do anything for women, but to undermine and destabilize the culture which stands in the way of the goals of the cultural Marxists’ masters, the globalist totalitarian plutocrats.
It’s not surprising that so many women get duped by this carefully crafted con: the surface talk is all about equality and justice to appeal to their highest ideals, while the deep currents of envy and revenge couple directly to the their basest instincts.
This is a highly addictive brew.
Normally, the damage caused by such an addiction would bring it to a quick end, one way or another. But with the state acting as enabler by protecting these women from the worst consequences of their delusions and compulsions, it can drag on for a long time.
Of course, it can’t go on for ever because you eventually run out of other people’s money, and the globalist totalitarians know this. What they’re counting on is that they can drag it out long enough. But long enough for what?
Long enough for first-hand knowledge of the natural, healthy, stable relationship between the sexes to die along with the last generation of people who remember how it works. After that, it will be fine with them for the system to collapse, because the ratchet will have clicked and there will be no going back.
They’ve been at it for three generations already.
Another generation or two and they will have their victory.
June 7, 2013 at 18:09
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