Did anyone but me notice how nasty things got on the ol’ blogeroonies over the summer? It seemed that everywhere I looked, all I found were posts explaining why this feminist or that feminist was the asshole du jour. It got to the point where it had bummed my party out so hard that I didn’t feel like writing, and I think the paucity of posts over the last few months might be attributable to that more than anything else. I know that feminist-on-feminist shit talking isn’t exactly a novel phenomenon, and that it has gone on and will go on as long as we have had/will have feminists who can talk or write, but it’s destructive. I mean, fuck, I watched a bunch of BDSM porn and didn’t get too freaked out to write, but watching feminists rip on each other over points of ideology sucked the will to rage against the ‘chine right out of me.
I suppose that’s because it made me feel a little hopeless. I mean, how are we going to fight an oppressive, repressive, hegemonic, destructive, and stupid social system if we can’t get together to do it? Ripping on feminists, no matter how egregious their fuck-ups, doesn’t bring us any closer to the extirpation of the phallocracy. You know who benefits from internecine throw-downs among us? MRAs, anti-feminists, porndogs, Van Halen fans, Rush Limbaugh, the people who make Axe commercials, plastic surgeons, the fashion industry, etc. They benefit because we waste our time ripping on each other rather than them. They benefit because they can use the arguments we use between each other to try to discredit feminism as a movement.
Because I’m arrogant, presumptuous, and full of goodwill, I have a suggestion. Next time you find yourself sitting at your desk, hands poised above the keyboard to let the world know just how hard some other feminist is blowing it, don’t. Instead, write about the real enemy. If you can’t come up with any material, turn on MTV for about 30 seconds, walk down to the newsstand and leaf through a copy of Details, google something like “women are” and see what you find. Think about recent interactions you’ve had with men and other women. Write another post about how wack porn is. Write another post about how much you hate Tucker Max. Whatever, just aim your weapon at the real enemy. And if that doesn’t work, head over to a blog you like and tell the blogster (I don’t use -ess endings) that she rules and to keep on stickin’ it to the Man. I promise, it’ll make you feel better than spewing personal attacks will.
I know I’m not exactly breaking theoretical ground as far as recommending that members of a countercultural social movement not tear each other down, but it seems like it needs to be said. I’m sure I’m guilty of a little bit of it myself, but I’ve always tried to avoid it as a matter of course, simply because it’s not an interesting topic. I can’t get as mad at another feminist as I can at Max Hardcore, know what I mean? In any case, it’s now official policy at the ‘chine.
* Note: If you aren’t a feminist, then I guess this doesn’t apply to you. Oh, and you’re an asshole.