Feminism

Feminism: the Broken Biscuit Syndrome

Note: the following consists entirely of the writer’s opinion.

Why is feminism needed? What are the mouths on TV saying that has them so red in the face with emotion? It’s the fact that our society is intrinsically broken! If our society were a biscuit, it would be one that has been shattered to pieces and trampled on! I shall illustrate why that is so. It is not just one reason, dear person reading this, it is many! If our society was ever positively functional, it is not so now. An intricate web of malicious entities have brought us to being a society that engages in disgusting behaviour, and women have been handed the short end of the stick, for the most part.

Selective Acceptance

Within our thought and values, there is a divide favouring men over women. I scarcely have to write about that, more than enough has been said of it (and I don’t want to bore you, read on, it gets interesting). The short version is that men are assumed to be more worthy of holding power, and women inept, simply because the former have facial hair -most of them, anyway- and bits of flesh dangling out of their crotches. Ridiculous, but it happens. Behaviour that generally would be frowned upon is less likely to be so if undertaken by a man. Our society teaches us that. Our society teaches us that the man is to be given privilege, while the woman is his subordinate. That was the origin of feminism: the desire, the NEED, to rid society of its disease of sexism.

But that hasn’t happened. Instead, women continue to be harassed for being women!

Economy and the Image of Beauty

Sexual desire is a primal instinct, common to everyone. It’s natural, our species, like all others, needs continuity. It took, then, a smart -or is it devious?- person to think of how to ally that with the business of selling goods. How easy and perfect: you have your product shown around to your customers by beautiful women, and they’ll have their wallets out before you can say “Idiots being scammed”.

There’s so much that is wrong with that, I’ll take it on one vile part at a time.

One, the objectification of women! The danger and outrage here is that women, human beings, are being degraded to objects of lust and desire, used to market mobile phones and laptops. Not only is it exploiting the women involved, it turns the consumers attracted by this into mindless drones driven by empty, hollow desire. We are being made into stupid machines. I WOULD LIKEN IT TO THE SEX TRADE. What is this if not a shameless sex trade that demeans the person involved?

Then, another element to the evil cocktail. The thought of the models being beautiful. They are not. Because there really is no way of telling. Why, you ask?

Because beauty is not what the skin holds. It is not what is enhanced by make-up and a trip to the hairdresser’s. Not what you get by paying a plastic surgeon to operate on your body. Rather, that’s a muddled view of it. Beauty has always been the lengths you go to make the lives of those you care about easier. Beauty is when you do good. Beauty is when someone’s soul entices you with its purity. Beauty is the sincerity of caring about the other.

Beauty is all of that, and more, but is it not what it is advertised to be. But, of course, you have to advertise it that way. How would your sell your tubes of mascara then? You wouldn’t. So you have them believe beauty is what you get when you buy whatever product you’re selling. So, the models aren’t beautiful. And considering them beautiful leads to them becoming less of human beings, and more of things that are to be used for purposes of pleasure, utilized for the feeding of greed. Would you want that for yourself?

I don’t want my sisters -blood-bound, as well as otherwise- to be swallowed whole into this system that teaches them that they’re nothing if not the agreed-upon image of beauty, nothing if without a man, nothing if they do not keel over to acts of misogyny and not stand up for themselves. No.

She’s Wrong!

Imagine this scenario: a woman is sexually harassed. She is traumatized for life. In the aftermath of it all, she is blamed for the act. Blaming, accusing fingers will be pointed to her wearing supposedly revealing clothing, acting suggestively, or otherwise bringing it upon herself. So, in short, blaming the victim for the crime.

NO.

That is, for want of a better phrase, fucking dumb, disgusting, and a sign of a rotted mindset. Are you not justifying the perpetrator’s act by blaming the victim, lessening what must be imponderable blame? Are you not creating sexual molesters and harassers-to-be by teaching them that the receiving party is really the one at fault? Are you not perpetuating a poisonous train of thought?

You are.

The worst of it is that this is not spread by only men, but by women also. No one is exempt from the blame of this. The crime is never the victim’s fault. How anyone can justify a crime as ugly as rape is beyond me. This is filth: “But sometimes it’s the woman’s fault, she dressed/acted that way.” Instead, what we must champion is placing the blame entirely on the shoulders of those culpable.

“She’s asking for it,” you say? I say to the flaming, blistering pits of hell with you and everyone who agrees with you.

We must demand that no-one’s right to exist the way they see fit and right be infringed by the thought that it constitutes consent to sexual harassment. Recoiling in shame of what has befallen them does rape victims no good, and we are who force them into hiding, instead of shaming and punishing those responsible for their grief.

Feminism is not hatred or disliking of men, it is the belief and constant reminder that trampling on others’ rights must never and shall never be tolerated. Drop the silly image in the back of your mind of a bitter lady who hates men. Feminists are not women wanting to be men, they are women and men who believe in gender equality, as much of it as is humanly possible!

It occurs to me that the biscuit I likened modern society to is too smashed-to-smithereens to be fixed. We need a bake a new one. And to shatter stereotypes further, now the feminists are our bakers! Ha!

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Femi-WHAT?

Ugh. I’ve had a horrible day. It seems the forces of the universe have once again conspired to give me yet another let-down of a day. I will explain why later on in the post. Don’t fret if you still haven’t an idea what this blog post is about. Everything (slightly peculiar title included) will be explained soon enough.

Let’s back up. Let me set the scene.

The day is March the 8th. The International Women’s Day. This day also happens to be the second day of a nasty cold I’m coming down with. I’m tired, can barely speak and haven’t had anything to eat all day.
Even as I type this, I’m surrounded by a box-worth of used tissue paper doused in my nasal fluids, sipping on orange juice and sneezing uncontrollably.

Life is great.

I’ve been fervidly awaiting this day for the past week. I was so excited, in fact, I sent out my “Happy Women’s Day” tweets 3 days early. (Of course, I hadn’t known they were early but still) Yours truly is having a bona fide male feminism high and loving every minute of it.

 *SNEEZE!*

Excuse me.

Moving on.

On Twitter and Facebook, reports rang out of a planned march for women’s rights in Tahrir square on the 8th. Great, I though. Let’s capitalize on our new found (albeit somewhat curtailed) freedom of speech and protest to improve gender politics in Egypt. The feminist in me was dancing with joy. What could go wrong, right?

March the 8th.

I checked in to Twitter for the latest on Egypt and the Int’l Women’s Day. I even tweeted a few tweets myself that I’m quite proud of. (Shout out to two of my favourite tweeple CWKhalil & SarrahGabriel)

Bad news was to follow.

Completely out of the blue, the peaceful protesters (a couple hundred or so) found themselves surrounded by what can only be described as a mob of baltageya. (Egyptian for thugs) They harassed them, verbally and physically, until they were forced to leave. An expression of utter ignorance and vile misogyny if ever there was one.

Where’s the Tahrir spirit? where’s the intoxicating climate of tolerance, acceptance and national unity, you ask?

I don’t know. I’m still in shock, to be honest. Miles away, I could honestly say I felt for my sisters in Tahrir. I was disapointed and disgusted beyond belief.

Which brings us to the crux of the matter. Feminism. Or more specifically, gender equality. Our revolution will come to mean absolutely nothing if, say, my sister, isn’t given the same rights as me. I’ll be damned if I let that happen.

This leads me to one of two conclusions. One, these thugs do represent the average voice on the street and Egypt isn’t ready for democracy. Or two, these thugs don’t represent us and we are -and deserve- better.

Which is correct? You tell me. (seriously, in the comments section below)

Ugh.

So now you’ll understand why I haven’t exactly had a rosy day.

As much as I would love to rant on about this, I won’t. Because I simply can’t; I’m too tired to do it.

No matter what though, I’m still hopeful.

You can’t hold that against me, can you?