Regular readers will know that I don't go in for a lot of simple snark and fisking. Sometimes though, the fruit is just hanging too low, and we need to look at what is being said, by whom. This is a culture war, we are becoming more polarized, and we are spending more and more time talking past each other. The left is spending more time doubling down, more time puffing up their own self esteem, and more time in a panic when faced with the growing population that, even of those who are generally leftist, doesn't agree with them.

I'll be primarily dealing in lady histrionics. Our first sample? A short piece called "Thanks for not raping us, all you ‘good men.’ But it’s not enough"


I yelled at my husband last night. Not pick-up-your-socks yell. Not how-could-you-ignore-that-red-light yell. This was real yelling.

Something tells me she yells a lot.

This was 30 minutes of from-the-gut yelling. Triggered by a small, thoughtless, dismissive, annoyed, patronizing comment. Really small. A micro-wave that triggered a hurricane. I blew. Hard and fast. And it terrified me. I’m still terrified by what I felt and what I said. I am almost 70 years old. I am a grandmother. Yet in that roiling moment, screaming at my husband as if he represented every clueless male on the planet (and I every angry woman of 2018), I announced that I hate all men and wish all men were dead. If one of my grandchildren yelled something that ridiculous, I’d have to stifle a laugh.

She's not alone in this utter rage. I've seen several cases in my extended family, and heard of others.

My husband of 50 years did not have to stifle a laugh. He took it dead seriously. He did not defend his remark, he did not defend men. He sat, hunched and hurt, and he listened.

Poor guy.

For a moment, it occurred to me to be grateful that I’m married to a man who will listen to a woman. The winds calmed ever so slightly in that moment. And then the storm surge welled up in me as I realized the pathetic impotence of nice men’s plan to rebuild the wreckage by listening to women.

Why being nice doesn't work. Exhibit #5034

As my rage rushed through the streets of my mind, toppling every memory of every good thing my husband has ever done (and there are scores of memories), I said the meanest thing I’ve ever said to him: Don’t you dare sit there and sympathetically promise to change. Don’t say you will stop yourself before you blurt out some impatient, annoyed, controlling remark. No, I said, you can’t change. You are unable to change. You don’t have the skills and you won’t do it. You, I said, are one of the good men. You respect women, you believe in women, you like women, you don’t hit women or rape women or in any way abuse women. You have applauded and funded feminism for a half-century. You are one of the good men. And you cannot change. You can listen all you want, but that will not create one iota of change.

There's an important truth there. Nevermind the obvious lack of respect she has for him throughout this so far, she acknowledges everything he's tried to do for her and it still is not enough. It cannot and will not be. Not until he's an utter slave to her whims, and then she'll find him boring.

In the centuries of feminist movements that have washed up and away, good men have not once organized their own mass movement to change themselves and their sons or to attack the mean-spirited, teasing, punching thing that passes for male culture. Not once. Bastards. Don’t listen to me. Listen to each other. Talk to each other. Earn your power for once.

Well. Utterly divorced from reality and cannot believe the evidence of her own eyes. Earn their power "for once"? I'm not sure if this is a subconscious truth - see the earlier "pathetic" slipping out, or utter cluelessness of the world men operate in. Those same guys who frame up houses, drive trucks, mine coal, fix her care, and pick up garbage.

Also - has she never experienced mean-girl gossip?

The gender war that has broken out in this country is flooding all our houses. It’s rising on the torrent of memories that every woman has. Those memories have come loose from the attic and the basement where we’ve stashed them. They are floating all around us and there is no place left to store them out of sight.

Maybe you wouldn't have to stash these resentments if you accepted reality.

Not just memories of sexual abuse.

Every woman? I think she has a horribly unhealthy circle of friends. Even the usual feminist (false) propaganda is nowhere near this.

Memories of being dismissed, disdained, distrusted.

Awwww, look, she was disdained, dismissed, etc. I'm sure no guy ever had to deal with that.

Memories of having to endure put-downs at the office, ...

She's seriously delusional enough to think guys don't deal with that either?

catcalls in the parking lot, ...

Only because it's low class and she doesn't have the hots for the guys expressing interest. In the days they were at least somewhat honest even SNL made the point that a hot guy could get away with what any person would consider blatant sexual harassment if it came from a schlub. And everyone knows how groupies and gold diggers throw themselves at the rich and famous.

And given how the famous and beautiful, as they get older, fall prey to the temptation to hold on to their beauty and the attention it brings through shitty plastic surgery? Yeah.

barked orders at a dinner party.

What? Given how I've personally observed a polite-toned request with "please" turn into "angrily ordering me around" I'm taking that with a grain of salt. And maybe she needs to choose a better class of men. Besides - didn't she say he wasn't that type of guy? So maybe it's not everyone?

And, for some reason, the most chilling memory of all, the one Christine Blasey Ford called up and that we all recognized: the laughter. The laughter of men who are bonding with each other by mocking us. When Ford testified under oath that the laughter is the sharpest memory of her high school assault, every woman within the sound of her voice could hear that laughter, had heard that laughter, somewhere, somehow.

The fact that social embarrassment, for women, is as bad as or actually even worse and more memorable and painful than - in some cases - even actual violent assault and rape, doesn't surprise me.

No man right now understands the flood that is rushing through women’s brains, and only women in the deepest denial have evacuated their minds before the flood could reach them.

Oh, we understand it. The thing is, that having seen a friend in utter shock because when he told his wife he'd lost his job, but already had work lined up, she went on an hour long crying jag over why life was unfair to her, we don't give much of a damn about your emotional incontinence.

(an inserted link to an article on) [Why women’s rage is healthy, rational and necessary for America]

Um. Yeah. Flip that around and see how it flies.

When good men like Sen. Christopher A. Coons (D-Del.) give heartfelt, sincere speeches about how we must listen to women, I don’t know whether to coo or laugh or cry or yell. Think about “listen to women” as a program for change. It says to women: You will continue to suffer these abuses, men will continue to do disgusting things to you, the storms will keep coming, the tide will continue to rise, but now, we will listen and help you rebuild.

Men should stop listening. It's like enabling an alcoholic.

Pay attention people: If we do not raise boys to walk humbly and care deeply, if we do not demand that men do more than just listen, we will all drown in the flood. And there is no patriarchal Noah to save us.

Funny that. The bitch should look into suicide rates and maybe, just maybe, a flicker of awareness will cross her mind about just how much men sacrifice and care.

Nah. She's a cunt.

I really hope her husband ditches her, even at his age. Reading her post is a screed of hate, and it is obvious this isn't a momentary thing. She's long been like this. He's better off dying alone than having to pick up her emotional messes.