I love a good feminist.
Someone who despite the good nature of any gesture, will always find the degrading side of it – ‘did you really just hold the door open for me?’
Someone who can watch an episode of Desperate Housewives and find the content to glorify the male fantasy – ‘women in their late forties who still have bodies like 20-year olds and wear make-up even in their sleep? Puh-lease!’
Someone who will look at her own body both with pride and contempt — ‘how ambivalent my feelings are towards you, vagina!’
We all love it a little bit. It entertains us and makes us feel just a little better about being sane people, with normal resentments towards the other sex. You know, the usual ‘why can’t he just know what I want without my telling him?!’ and ‘is it so difficult for her to wake me up with a blowjob each morning?’ conundrums.
But despite my good feelings towards feminists I have to admit that even I had to wrinkle my brows when I read the contents of a blog I found online.
Twisty Faster, a middle-aged woman residing somewhere in America with an extremely worn down dictionary, has taken the feministic blogging world by storm. If you fancy reading hard-core feminism at its best –feminism so tough it’s even against Oprah (!)– it is not to be missed.
The agenda of the day? A post-patriarchal order, free of male privilege, gender, marriage, reproduction, pornography and so much more. (…and we wish you very good luck with that!)
In one of her posts, Twisty discusses the use of the word ‘vagina’ in TV programmes; ‘once vaginas stop being so hi-fucking-larious, I guess they’ll have to move on to the next edgy way to objectify women.’ – Who knew that a vagina or the mere mention of one such could objectify women? …vagina, schmagina! I’ve never heard a man complaining that the word ‘cock’ was objectifying…
It’s as though the extreme feminists consider everything feminine or womanly to be degrading. I can honestly not imagine how a woman like Twisty can wake up each morning and not hate herself for being female. It must be really hard, especially when simple things like the mentioning of a vagina on TV is enough to bring her piss to a boil.
Where feminism once was about equality between the sexes both in the workforce and the household, it has now become a playfield for women with nothing better to do than moan (and I don’t mean the good kind!)
I doubt that women, during the first wave of feminism in the early 1900s, were worried about things like; ‘equality means going Dutch on the first date’ or ‘is the word ‘vagina’ demeaning?’
These days feminism comes in many packages. One of the most recent ones was Brooke Magnanti, better known as Belle de Jour, a high-class London escort who wrote a book about her experiences.
Her decision to share those experiences with the world has led her to be both applauded and attacked by women everywhere. Where some were jubilant over the book which made the oldest profession known to man less frightening and more –dare I say it– sexy, others argue that it is dismissing the fact that some sex-workers are living unsafe lives – ‘how dare you push the male fantasy of prostitution; a glamorous sex bomb in stockings who love her work!’
Why shouldn’t a woman be able to rent her vagina by the hour to strange men and write a humorous book about it? <<Insert comment from extreme feminist here>>
But seriously, feminism is one giant mine field. Where one feminist finds a queef empowering another will find it demeaning. No two feminists are alike!
And while I can read ‘The Vagina Monologues’ on a quiet Wednesday without finding it to be ridiculing of the female sex, I can also appreciate the humour of an extreme feministic blog about how shaving my legs might undermine me as a ‘real’ woman.
I might not be the biggest feminist out there, but then again, I wouldn’t want to limit myself to anything where the mention of any sexual organ might be construed as demeaning. Vagina!