Brigitte Bardot: ‘I Hate Feminism, I Am a Masculinist’

Cruz / Bardot '16

d;^)

There goes the weekend. And the next week...

I agree with Rush:

I love the women’s movement; especially when I walking behind it.

For men and against Muslims.

That almost sounds like a program of national renewal.

Maybe the French are on to something.

You get FIRST PRIZE!

So far!

I'll take BB over all of them any day of the week. She was the inspiration for the phrase "sex kitten". She was also the impetus for the entire genre that came to be known by the coquettish phrase "foreign film". Granted, I am recently back in her thrall having caught "Contempt" on the TV recently. I sort of understand too that I am actually speaking about her on screen persona. But I was definitely smitten by the kitten recently, and just keeping her in mind is what got me through a whole day of raking leaves. The thing of it is, that a woman like that is the entire and only measure of a man. Maybe that is what she means by being a "masculinist". I don't regret never having been around to see Cleopatra, or Helen of Troy. We had BB. I highly recommend the movie. Her man made one tiny mistake in his treatment of her, and was doomed. And I think anyone can relate to it. His minor error led to her utter contempt for him, forever.

And with that, I have now found the inspiration to grovel in the act of another day of raking leaves. Sigh indeed.

Sermon for the West…..

On October 22, 2002, Oriana Fallaci addressed an audience at the American Enterprise Institute. Following are short excerpts from her talk. Ms. Fallaci, a native of Florence, Italy and a life-long journalist, caused turmoil across Europe with the publication of her book The Rage and the Pride, calling the West to stand up to the Islamic world.

“I don’t hide. I never have. I stay at home because I like to stay at home, and at home I work. I have not appeared in public for at least ten years. No interviews, no TV.

Why am I here, then? Because, since September 11, we are at war. Because the front line of that war is here, in America. Because when I was a war correspondent, I liked to be on the front line. And this time, in this war, I do not feel as a war correspondent. I feel as a soldier. The duty of a soldier is to fight. And to fight this war, I deploy a personal weapon. It is not a gun. It’s a small book, The Rage and The Pride.

My soldier weapon is the weapon of truth. The truth that begins with the truth I maintain in these pages:

From Afghanistan to Sudan, from Palestine to Pakistan, from Malaysia to Iran, from Egypt to Iraq, from Algeria to Senegal, from Syria to Kenya, from Libya to Chad, from Lebanon to Morocco, from Indonesia to Yemen, from Saudi Arabia to Somalia, the hate for the West swells like a fire fed by the wind. And the followers of Islamic fundamentalism multiply like a protozoa of a cell which splits to become two cells then four then eight then sixteen then thirty-two to infinity. Those who are not aware of it only have to look at the images that the TV brings us every day. The multitudes that impregnate the streets of Islamabad, the squares of Nairobi, the mosques of Tehran. The ferocious faces, the threatening fists. The fires that burn the American flag and the photos of Bush.

The clash between us and them is not a military clash. Oh, no. It is a cultural one, a religious one. And our military victories do not solve the offensive of Islamic terrorism. On the contrary, they encourage it. They exacerbate it, they multiply it. The worst is still to come.”

President Bush has said, “We refuse to live in fear.”

Beautiful sentence, very beautiful. I loved it! But inexact, Mr. President, because the West does live in fear. People are afraid to speak against the Islamic world. Afraid to offend, and to be punished for offending, the sons of Allah. You can insult the Christians, the Buddhists, the Hindus, the Jews. You can slander the Catholics, you can spit on the Madonna and Jesus Christ. But, woe betide the citizen who pronounces a word against the Islamic religion.

My small book is not tender with Islam. In certain passages, it is even ferocious. But it is much more ferocious with us: with us Italians, us Europeans, us Americans.

I call my book a sermon—addressed to the Italians, to the Europeans, the Westerners. And along with the rage, this sermon unchains the pride for their culture, my culture. That culture that in spite of its mistakes, its faults, even monstrosities, has given so much to the world. It has moved us from the tents of the deserts and the huts of the woods to the dignity of civilization. It has given us the concept of beauty, of morals, of freedom, of equality. It has made the unique conquest in the social field, in the realm of science. It has wiped out diseases. It has invented all the tools that make life easier and more intelligent, those tools that our enemy can also use, for instance, to kill us. It has brought us to the moon and to Mars.

The above cannot be said of the other culture. A culture, which has produced and produces only religion, which in every sense imprisons women inside the burkah or the chador, which is never accompanied by a drop of freedom, a drop of democracy, which subjugates its people under theocratical, oppressive regimes.

Socrates and Aristotle and Heraclitus were not mullahs. Jesus Christ, neither. Leonardo da Vinci and Michaelangelo, and Galileo, and Copernicus, and Newton and Pasteur and Einstein, the same.

My book is also a j’accuse. To accuse us of cowardice, hypocrisy, demagogy, laziness, moral misery, and of all that comes with that. The stupidity of the unbearable fad of political correctness, for instance. The paucity of our schools, our universities, our young people, people who often don’t even know the story of their country, the names Jefferson, Franklin, Robespierre, Napoleon, Garibaldi. And no understanding that freedom cannot exist without discipline, self-discipline.

I accuse ourselves also of another crime: the loss of passion. Haven’t you understood what drives our enemies? What permits them to fight this war against us? The passion! They have passion! They have so much passion that they can die for it!

Their leaders, too, of course. I met Khomeini. I discussed with him for more than six hours in calm, and I tell you that that man was a man of passion. I never met bin Laden. But I have well observed his eyes. I have well listened to his voice. And I tell you that that man is a man of passion. We have lost passion.

Well, I have not. I boil with passion. I, too, am ready to die for passion. But around me, I see no passion. Even those who hate me and attack me and insult me do this without passion. They are mollusks, not men and women. And a civilization, a culture, cannot survive without passion, cannot be saved without passion. If the West does not wake up, if we do not refind passion, we are lost.

To quote from my book:

“The problem is that the solution does not depend upon the death of Osama bin Laden. Because the Osama bin Ladens are too many, by now: as cloned as the sheep of our research laboratories…. In fact, the best trained and the more intelligent do not stay in the Muslim countries… They stay in our own countries, in our cities, our universities, our business companies. They have excellent bonds with our churc hes, our banks, our televisions, our radios, our newspapers, our publishers, our academic organizations, our unions, our political parties…. Worse, they live in the heart of a society that hosts them without questioning their differences, with- out checking their bad intentions, without penalizing their sullen fanaticism.

If we continue to stay inert, they will become always more and more. They will demand always more and more, they will vex and boss us always more and more. ’Til the point of subduing us. Therefore, dealing with them is impossible. Attempting a dialogue, unthinkable. Showing indulgence, suicidal. And he or she who believes the contrary is a fool.”

Sermon For The West
-Oriana Fallaci

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oriana_Fallaci

Food for thought, catalyst for action…….

H/T - Regards, Don Laird

Wow. Great read. Thanks for that. Tough words from a tough woman. Should inspire passion in any real man of the West. I will ponder those words (and picture them coming from the mouth of young BB) as I wage battle with fallen leaves and wax quixotic.

“But the rights of humans are something she has no interest getting involved in.”

What the H*** kind of a sentence is that, and who are they hiring in the media these days???

Thanks for reminding us of Oriana Fallaci’s wonderful writing.

As for being a masculinist, count me in. Feminists never did a single thing for me.

I’m with her! I am the mother of three “men” (some are not there yet) and I despise what is being done to men. It’s the same thing that is being done to straight people and white people. In the haste to do gymnastic flips to show how much we support the different ones, we forget to show any basic kindness to the ones they were different from.

On TV, in commercials and sitcoms, the woman is fit and smart, even if nutty. The man is rotund and possesses a mediocre IQ at best. If you go to purchase a greeting card, if it’s intended for a woman from a woman, it will be denigrating to men. If it’s from a woman to a man, it will be denigrating to men. Even some male to male (son to father, etc.) greeting cards are dumbed down significantly. I refuse to participate in any male-bashing.

And I love men. I love how they think. I really like women as well, and for short periods of time I enjoy an all girl occasion, especially around childbirth and child rearing occasions, but if I had to choose between a bunch of gossiping idiots in the kitchen and a serious discussion about current events or politics with the men in the drawing room, I’m going with the guys!