How, you wonder, does feminism get established in a patriarchal society? There are any number of manospherians who claim that women agitated for and created feminism. I prefer to think of Solomon II’s aphorism that feminism is how alpha men control beta men by proxy.
So it is instructive to consider India, a culture that has survived for thousands of years, and whose population will soon be the largest in the world, by itself outnumbering the plant’s “European” peoples in Europe, the Americas, and Australasia. A recent op-ed in the New York Times illustrates the point. A woman with child (we detest Latin terms like “pregnant” around here) writes to her unborn son, apologizing in advance for turning him into a woman’s lickspittle:
“It’s a change that must begin in our homes,” I wrote to my son. “For generations we’ve secretly watched intelligent, imaginative and hugely-talented grandmothers, grandaunts, mothers, sisters, wives and daughters pushed into the background, purely on account of their gender. So, it’s no surprise that our women are now pushing all the boundaries in their own little worlds. We didn’t and don’t want to be left behind. But as a boy who will one day grow up to be a man [Ed: don’t count on it!], I hope you will have the courage to respect all women, whoever they may be.”
Does an Indian woman’s right to respect come only by virtue of her ability to reproduce? If we don’t conform to the Indian man’s ideal of a motherly avatar, are we to be reduced to objects of flesh? And what of the millions of foreign travellers who pass through the country and leave with at least one harrowing tale of public sexual harassment?
Now, women have much greater utility than simple reproduction; anyone with a brain knows that, and only a brainless feminist constructing a strawman would argue thus. Of course, what this Indian woman writer seeks is to do well in an area where she has no absolute advantage. I always think of what Gavin McInnes writes about this:
Today’s feminists actually resent what it is to be a woman. They resent the ability to give life. Ooooooh kaaaaaaye.
The irony is, by discrediting all it is to be a female and trying desperately to prove they are just as male as most men, they become the textbook definition of a misogynist. No ladies, you’re not as good at fractions as us and you can’t bench press as much as us. So fucking what. YOU’RE MAGIC. Living beings that populate the world come out of your body. You’re a magic alien with super powers that we all need to exist. Now you want to beat me at checkers, too? It’s like me sitting at a bar and telling Superman, “I know way more about punk seven inches than you AND I am way better at making pant jokes than you. Therefore, I’m better.” Then he says, “Oh yeah?” And goes flying out the top of the bar knocking ten foot holes in every floor he goes through. Then he flies to Mars and gets some huge rock nobody’s ever heard of. Then he brings it back and puts it on the bar and says, “Nigga, you’re not even in the same league as me.” To which I would respond, “Oh.”
However, women are taught never to discuss their superpowers. In fact, they are vilified for succumbing to them.
Anyhoo, back to the point. India appears to be a VERY sexist, patriarchal place: the horror! How, one asks, does the author propose to make it more woman-friendly?
(W)hat India desperately needs is a women’s revolution, led by men. Fathers, sons, grandfathers, brothers, uncles, nephews, boyfriends, husbands, lovers who are comfortable with the rise of their women. Men who don’t feel emasculated by the success of their women. Men who don’t need to demonstrate their physical dominance privately, when they’re unable to match their women’s achievements in the public sphere. Men who are happy to step back and watch their women lead the way.
Her granddaughter won’t like the result.