The Social Purity of Feminism
What wave are we up to now, and are you confused about what Feminists want?
What is pure Feminism these days?
There probably isn’t a single answer but rather a range of ideological voices laying claim to the banner, and you’re welcome to carry the banner, if you’re on our side or you’re anti-male or if your campaign can co-exist without offending our general principles, this last one being the sucker punch for the naive young man, or an invitation to any other Johnny whatever you’ve become lately.
And they defend their territory – I’ve written before about the fear of individual women to have a voice and the hostility toward women who dare to speak against the sisterhood.
In some respects Feminism, as organised as it is, is loosing its purity to the radical fantasies of a few questionable authors and political mouthpieces as the older more defined leaders are writing their memoirs – that’s probably loose canon teritory for any ideology, and some Feminists have been fast to recognise this and express such concerns.
Purity was the essence of the campaign in the late 1800s when women pursued greater economic freedom and political involvement.
Oddly enough ‘the purity’ of this campaign referred to a single moral standard for both sexes, including chastity before and fidelity within marriage. So, 150 years later, we’re talking about a different set of demands.
The primary complaint of the then leading voices was drunkenness and Feminism called on men to adhere to the higher moral and social standards that women routinely adopted. It was the battle waged against the liquor industry that saw other countries lag behind in franchise development.
So, the feral tides of the past, are now the ones that our modern feminists demand the right to participate in, rather than oppose. The sisters of this time certainly didn’t start out with a campaign against marriage and gender cooperation in families.
Perhaps too many are sitting back waiting for the point of stupidity to define itself.
How long might that take?
Some of us may not live long enough to know.
Life’s a bitch, and then you die.