A Small Victory
Last night I watched the first few minutes of the American TV drama ‘Nip/Tuck’.
I watch the beginnings of these dramas because I am fascinated by the increasing weirdness of the plots, and also because they seem to be a reliable indicator of what the public currently wants to see. I could continue about the inferred state of the public mind, but that’s another story.
This particular storyline was the familiar maniacal man who rapes in large numbers, mutilates his female victims by carving their faces and is pursued by a valiant beautiful young woman in her 20’s, who barks orders at sub-ordinate bumbling policemen twice her age and tracks down the killer. So far the resemblance to reality is stunning. But then something unexpected happens.
The heroine’s first interview with a lesbian suspect is distinguished by her pressing the suspect to account for her past – and the woman blurts out “I wasn’t one of those feminazis…”
It’s the first time I have heard one of our words used on mainstream TV. It is significant.
Having words of our own serve two very important purposes. The first is to give expression to ideas that currently have no form in the minds of the public at large. As soon as a word like ‘feminazi’ enters the public dialogue, you no longer need to argue that they exist. Your opponent cannot say ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ when the word is on everybody’s lips. You can progress your argument beyond denial to the next step.
The second point is that words of our own making are like marked fish that we have released into the ocean. If we start catching these fish elsewhere, we know the environment is not fatal to them. When our words come back to us, we know the ideas behind them are starting to thrive.
I look forward now to hearing words like misandry, MRA, mangina and phrases like ‘marriage strike’,MGTOW echoing back through the media. As I write this, every one of these words has been underlined as a spelling error. I look forward to that stopping as well.
Every word is a victory.