My problem with claims of “emasculation”: mini rant

Yes, another mini-rant.  I do not think of feminism as a war on men, but there are men who think it is a war on themselves because let’s face it, if you’ve got the upper hand in society you generally don’t want to give up your privilege. Which led to a brief interlude in an otherwise fun evening last night:

I had to listen to a kid complain about being regularly “emasculated” last night. I told him that was a load of crap where he was expecting special treatment he did not earn, and left it at that. I needed some time to detail my thoughts on the matter.

Here’s what I came up with:

I think, short of a physical act involving body parts and blood everywhere, emasculation is a myth. You can certainly humiliate a man. Women get humiliated and mistreated, but can’t suddenly claim that they have been “efemsculated.” Which means only men have the privilege of feeling “like a man”, only men can be “emasculated”  and this suggests to me that most complaints about being “emasculated” are “WAH! Mommy, that person took away my male privilege by not giving me what I want!”

First of all, nobody on earth owes you privileges of any kind. I am not owed. You are not owed. Our mothers and fathers are not owed a goddamn thing. The point of privilege is that you’re damn lucky if you get it, because nobody in the world has a genuine “right” to it.

Second, by whining about emasculation, or opting for hypersensitivity, not only are you a)demanding a person be a mind-reader, your are b)attempting to make other people responsible for your insecurities.

Your insecurities are your problem to resolve. Note I did not say “solve.” Resolve sometimes just means accepting something you don’t like in yourself, and by accepting it moving forward with a new perspective.

Your insecurities are not somebody else’s problem to live with. The only person who must live with you from beginning of life to end is you. Expecting someone else to clear the muck in your head is not just selfish – we’ve all get enough muck in our own heads – it’s avoiding responsibility for yourself.

No man is owed dignity or genital flattery just because he is a man. I’ve noticed that, for the most part, men of quality and character – and yes, I’ve met several – have never once felt a need to complain about feeling “emasculated.” They speak up when someone is disrespectful, but they are not only secure enough in their manhood, they’re respectful enough of others who do not enjoy their social privileges not to demand acknowledgment and indulgence for excess, unearned privilege.




Why a witch writes about fashion

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Even if I weren’t “plus size’” “goddess size” or, as I prefer, unapologetically fat, I would write about fashion. I would still mix the mixed-message misogyny of  the likes of Cosmo (or anything fashion based by Conde Naste and Hearst) with ancient copies of Ms. and current copies of Bitch. I would still find Bust’s pseudo-inclusiveness troubling.

I am a feminist, and I love fashion. I do not love fashion culture: starving models and discussions revolving around body fat, calories eaten or those adorable shoes found at Ebay. People reserving happiness for a size 2 (or 0, these days.) People getting “retail therapy” only to depress themselves further with ridiculous debt. Girls screaming “I broke a nail,” for attention. These are shadows of fashion I do not like, and that’s what I would guess many of the anti-fashion types think of when expressing distaste. But this distaste extends, becomes a stereotype, and somehow leads to me having conversations about girdles, sales and “fashion tips” that I don’t believe in giving to anyone.

I get away with being a “not shallow” fashion writer because I write about plus sizes, and at the moment, the plus sized are a cause. Fat people have existed forever, but since sometime in the twentieth century fat went from one of the possibilities on the spectrum of being to a social faux pas to a social issue to OMG, crisis! – I am now “allowed” to explore the “shallow” avenues of clothing design and construction because I come from a “socially challenging” angle. Continue reading

Douchebag…a perfectly feminist insult

I have gotten a comment or two about my liberal use of the insult “douchebag.” I believe that Jill on Feministe defends the use of the word by feminists just fine -  douching is a terrible practice that does long term harm to women’s health, suggesting that women who do so aren’t exactly on their own side, either. To refer to someone as a “douchebag” is in common parlance gender neutral, and is in fact not connected with women’s genitalia except in reference to it being harmful/likely to spread yeast infections. People I apply this term to do make me itch, especially Joe Francis.

I will say that someone telling me specifically what words I am and am not allowed to use is a rather oppressive practice in itself, especially when under the guise of “thou art not feminist enough.” Yes, words do have significant power – and that’s why I choose my insults with consideration.

For reference, here are insults I consider perfectly acceptable for myself to use:

  • Douchebag
  • Asshat
  • Dumbass
  • Barbara Streisand
  • SUV Driver
  • Jackass
  • Evangelist

There are others, but I’ll stop there.

Clearly, if you dislike my vocabulary you don’t have to read. But you are not within rights to tell me what words I am and am not allowed to use – and you do not get to say whether or not I am a feminist. That’s my call.