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| Clever Girl... >> Writing >> Femo Nazi Disclaimer: I wasn't of entirely sane mind when I wrote this, and yet I sent it out to my entire address book... some time back in July 2000, I think. To my knowledge, only one or two people actually know why I wrote this... the others all got it completely wrong. ;) In any case, yes, I gave up this level of disillusionment after about a month. :p Although, if this makes any difference, I still don't really trust people. It's kind of embarrassing actually, how mad I was. I'm not like this normally. I hope. ;) My Femonazi Rant Yes, you heard right. I'm finally going through with it. I, Rachel, have decided to become a femo-nazi. Or a cold-hearted bitch at the very least. I can see some of you laughing simply because I have, in moments of great pain, threatened to go through with femo-nazi-ism (I can still make up words!) before. But those other times weren't like this one. Those times I didn't actually mean it. But this time I have been pushed too far. No longer shall I be "happy, bubbly, friendly Rachel" (if a little manic-depressive). No sirree - I'm going to pick myself up a copy of The Rules (regardless of how inane and ridiculous I believe those "rules" to be) and start following them. Who cares if The Rules prevent you from ever finding true happiness? They also prevent you from ever finding true unhappiness. It is at this moment that I am reminded of a Jill Sobule lyric - about Prozac, no less. I used to go up - I used to go down - Now I'm just even here in happytown - I don't get excited - But nor do I frown - Life is just okay in happytown But before I proceed to bore you all too much, I suppose I should explain why I've had this (not-so-sudden) change in attitude. To be as laconic as possible - I've decided that every guy I know is emotionally screwed. Now, don't take this the wrong way - this is not to say that I don't like the guys I know as people, that I'm not friends with them, it is simply to say that they are all emotionally fucked, to various degrees. In fact, if it makes anyone feel any better, the least emotionally fucked guy I know is also the one I really don't get along with as a person. But the fact remains - guys are really... screwed. On one end we have the extremists. Fortunately I don't know anyone like this personally but that doesn't mean that, as a female, I'm not exposed to them. These are the guys who press up against you on public transport, who feel you up at dances before they even speak to you, who call you a slut (it's called the madonna-whore complex, sweeties), who call out to you from their cars... basically the sexual deviants. Then we have the sexist ones - the ones with serious masculinity issues. The ones who don't like to date girls who are taller than them, smarter than them (oo - my least-fucked-up-guy's about to get a higher rating!) or basically anyone who threatens that all powerful feeling of hegemonic masculinity. Now, don't think for a second that I'm so misguided as to believe that all guys are like this (although the scary thing is that the majority are). In fact, none of the guys I know (or have been friends with in the past) are like that. But that doesn't mean that they're not emotionally screwed. Here I go into my scaling system and give people ratings out of ten, which I thought was way too mean, so I've deleted it. So the point is, if even these supposedly nice, likeable people are emotionally screwed... what hope does this leave for the rest of the male population? None whatsoever. If you ask me (and nobody did) male-female relations these days are screwed in general. And why, you might ask? Ironically, it appears to be due to feminism. Back in the 1950s I may not have had the opportunity to wear makeup and dye my hair without looking like a whore, I may not have been able to go to university, become a rock star, or fulfill any of my ambitions - but male-female relations were a lot simpler. There was never any question of what anyone had to do. Males couldn't afford to be emotionally fucked or they'd never get anywhere in life. Females could sit around and let males do all the work. Which is precisely what I'm going to do from now on. Because, in essence, all feminism have provided us with is a catalyst for male laziness. Men can get women to do all the work in the workplace and in relationships and essentially every realm of life and still retain their smug sense of superiority. Feminism has only provided males with more power - only this power is the most innocuous type of all, because women don't even recognise its existence. Women believe that gender relations today work in their best interests when in fact they only allow men to play mind games. Because it is men who play mind games with women, not the other way around. We need look no further than music, the purest form of emotional expression. There are all too many songs about guys being cruel to girls, and so few about girls being cruel to guys (unless you count Oops! I Did It Again! by Britney Slut, but I'll bring that one up again later). Despite the fact that teenybopper music is inherently meaningless, there must surely be some meaning in the phenomenal popularity of trashy boybands. Every girl I know has been fucked over (fucked over = emotionally screwed around with, for those of you with sick minds) by guys at some point of another. Boybands sing about how they won't do that to you, and girlgroups sing about how they've been screwed over so many times. To make an example of everybody's favourite boyband (*coughcough*), 'N Sync: You might've been hurt babe - that ain't no lie - you seen them all come and go, oh - I remember you told me - that it made you believe in - no man, no cry - Maybe that's why - Every little thing I do - Never seems enough for you - You don't wanna lose it again - But I'm not like them... Despite the fact that these lyrics are rather inarticulate and show very little depth, these is an essential truth to them: guys enjoy screwing around with girls' emotions. But I'm not having any more of that. Ever. I'm just... sick of it all. I figure I've reached the level of pathericness where it can't get much worse - from now on guys are going to have to be straightforward with me. Because I'm not going to be straightforward with this. Never again shall I sing Oops! I Did It Again! (my version), if anything I'll sing Britney's cruel and heartless version of it. Because that's how you get places in life. You don't get anywhere by being nice. You don't get anywhere by being friendly. So, to sum up this 1276 word rant in just 5 words... Nelle Porter - here I come! back |
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