Saturday 7 January 2012

My feminist conversion

Because I  hailed from a very right wing society where it seemed men were elusively noble -- (that is, not quite in the sense of being so, but rather as shadows of nobility inspirited on warlike grey horses) -- my conversion to feminism was via a rough and lonely road.

My conversion was achieved through Western gender dynamics, but would not have been the same without the contributing factor of my incredible naivety.

The structure of relationships in a contemporary Western context mostly, if not always, go like this.  The Western men will adopt the attitude that they are free agents and free spirits, worthy of engaging with and relying upon.    They should be trusted implicitly.  Time reveals that these wonderful men are incapable of achieving anything out of the ordinary.   After some time, it becomes evident that they believe nefarious forces are holding them back.   At the point of this proclamation, just when one is wondering what or whom these nefarious agents of disaster might be, the tide of reasoning points to YOU.

You, as a woman, are the inherent cause of all the deep unhappiness that besets every male:  each of them is deeply unhappy -- and it is ALL YOUR FAULT.

In particular, you, yourself took the faulty step of thinking you could rely on males to be whom they said they were.  This shows a typical case of feminine "over-sensitivity" that in turn means that women have nobody to blame for being deceived by male proclamations, but themselves.

So, it was that after a period of ten years or so, the Western male himself convinced me that I had to embrace feminism for the sake of logical consistency -- or risk losing (more of) my sanity.

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