That explains the “Chixie Dix”...
Thank God, I married a real woman.
Did you give her the address of the YWCA?
I, for one, would have enjoyed they display of male strength!
Now this is true. Feminists are not feminine at all. The boys club still exists, too. They’re polar opposites.
Radical Feminism? ALL Feminism. The different names are in place so a feminist can always say “I’m not THAT kind of feminist.”
But the word feminism means what it means: Special perks for women at the expense of men and sometimes children.
If it were truly about equality, the name feminism would be inappropriate as the name feminism reflects only one faction—women. There is nothing for men in feminism but PC culture dictates men cannot speak up. Therefore, women like me need to do it.
I also do it because feminism is detrimental to women. It is the Ladies Auxiliary of Socialism and socialism hurts women as well as men.
Don’t know where Lloyd Marcus hails from, but I hear things are different in Texas:
A traveling salesman visits a small town in rural Texas and sees a circus banner reading, ‘Don’t Miss The Amazing Texan.’
The salesman is curious, so he buys a ticket.
Once seated, the tent goes dark, trumpets blare, the lights come up, and all eyes turn to the center ring.
There is revealed a table with three walnuts on it, and, standing next to the table is an old retired cowboy.
Suddenly the cowboy unzips his jeans, whips it out, and smashes all three walnuts with three mighty swings!
The crowd erupts in applause, and the elderly Texan is carried off on their shoulders.
Ten years later, the salesman visits the same little town and sees a faded sign for the same circus, with an identical banner, advertising, ‘Don’t Miss the Amazing Texan.’
He can’t believe the old guy is still alive, much less still doing his act, so he buys a ticket.
Again, when the center ring is illuminated, there stand the table and the old cowboy. But this time, instead of walnuts, three coconuts are placed on the table.
To the accompaniment of a drum roll, the aged cowboy unzips his fly, whips it out, and smashes the coconuts with three amazing swings, and the crowd enthusiastically applauds its appreciation.
Flabbergasted, the salesman requests a meeting with him after the show.
“You’re incredible,” he tells the Texan. “But I have to know something; why in the world would you switch from walnuts to coconuts?”
“Well,” drawls the old cowboy, “I’m gettin’ on in years, an’ my eyes ain’t what they used to be.”
Huh. She ought to see the women at my sons’ Tae Kwon Do dojang if she thinks cinder blocks are violent. Sheesh, these women use weapons!!
(Since when did any form of martial arts become ‘violent’? If she’s a chairperson, she ought to know what the purpose is, self defense, control, mind-body-spirit-success etc).
I’d have said to the “chairperson”;
“No dear, it promotes self-defense and self-reliance, unless you’re happier being a victim!”
Why do you think schoolboys are prescribed Ritalin 3 to 1 over girls? Reduce their male-like aspects and turn them into docile zombies...
Another great editorial Lloyd. So glad to see American Spectator is giving your writings overdue publication!!!
Merry Christmas FRiend.
Guy’s guys are still out there — we’re just a rarer breed than we should be.
Good article.
SnakeDoc
“...we American men are back!”
They sure haven’t made their way to the N.Y. Times television ads. Those cartoon-like metrosexual freaks make us shudder with revulsion.