I’ve been a feminist all my life. I’ve also dealt with sexism all my life. So it’s no wonder I’d be a feminist.
For some men, feminism is hard to understand. But then, most of those people have never delved into feminist theory or tried to even understand a feminist perspective. I’m at the point where, if you’re not a feminist, I don’t even want to bother with you. I don’t need you in my life. There’s simply no other perspective that’s worth my attention.
That’s not to say there aren’t important disagreements among feminists and important issues to tease apart. There most certainly are.
I, for example, am more of an ecofeminist. I think the treatment of animals, the environment and certain humans are interconnected. For more on this, see my post on The Great Chain of Being.
However, it does mean that I’m not spending my time diving into the dark world of incels. I know they’ve been in the news. I know crimes have been attributed to them. I vaguely know their hateful perspective.
None of that is new to me. I’ve gazed into enough evil for one lifetime, thankyouverymuch, and I don’t need to gaze into more.
I know for damn well they have no good arguments. I know for damn sure that their “intellectuals” are putting out propaganda. They are simply not people I take seriously.
I realize I should be worrying about a movement that is literally trying to destroy me. But, quite frankly, ain’t nobody got time for that. I try my best to surround myself with people who are smarter than them. Yes, smarter. Because those guys must be incredibly stupid to fall for the arguments they fall for.
There’s simply no debate on whether women are and should be socially, politically and economically equal to men. No one in their right mind thinks so.
So this will probably be the only time you’ll hear me mention incels. If you’re a guy and you think incels are radically different from you, think again. They are merely distilling the thoughts many men have about women.
As for me, I always knew I lived in a hateful world. Fighting incels is not how I want to spend my time. I want to spend my time in other, better ways. You may think that’s my privilege, but in reality, it’s me setting healthy boundaries.