Too many of today’s young feminists seem to want hovering, paternalistic authority figures to protect and soothe them, an attitude I regard as servile, reactionary and glaringly bourgeois. The world can never be made totally safe for anyone, male or female: there will always be sociopaths and psychotics impervious to social controls. I call my system “street-smart feminism”: there is no substitute for wary vigilance and personal responsibility.
Ann Coulter writes:
ISIS has killed four Americans — in Syria. We’re not exactly talking about another 9/11. Here’s a tip: If you don’t want to be killed by ISIS, don’t go to Syria.
Meanwhile, illegal aliens have killed, raped and maimed thousands of Americans — in America. If you don’t want to be killed, raped or maimed by illegal immigrants in your own country, I have no tips for you. There’s nothing you can do. You’re on your own. Good luck.
People would see my dad around and jokingly ask us for OxiClean, his most famous product. Little did they know that, if he didn’t have any with him, he would take fans to the store and buy them OxiClean. It was a shockingly common occurrence. People would ask “Does Mighty Putty really work?” and my dad would just reach in a bag, give them some, and then say “You tell me!”
And check out the fan art!
Crowdsourced witch trials. The sheltered upbringings of Millennials have merged with modern technology to create a generation of monsters. Every underemployed bookstore barista is Cotton Mather, raining down moral condemnation from the safety of her smartphone. Each cry of “Wow, just wow, I can’t even” is a Hail Mary for these latter-day Puritans.
It’s a shock for those accustomed to youth revolting against their parents to see Millennials begging authority figures for approval. The Baby Boomer mantra of “Don’t trust anyone over 30” is deader than Jim Morrison, as is the cynicism of Generation X. Left-wing Twitter witch-hunts are powerful precisely because young women are desperate for a mommy figure to pat them on the head for being good little girls.
Ann Sterzinger writes:
The next day, however, the husband was at work, and when I got restless I had to go out for a walk alone. I’ve taken many strolls alone in this town, and thought nothing of it. But a few blocks out, a group of men in caftans ran me off the sidewalk and out into the road, muttering about my skirt and my degree of whoreness and laughing quite unpleasantly.
I had briefly thought about whether my skirt might offend before going out, but decided I was being silly and paranoid: it was two inches below the knee, and I was wearing plain black stockings plus thick woolen leg warmers.
As I said in the comments:
Point taken, but my complaint is with the Depp movie — and the Disney ride, and Peter Pan, and “Talk Like a Pirate” Day.
Real life pirates have historically, generally been Muslim rapists and thieves. The problem is that we’re finally calling REAL pirates “pirates.” We should never have Disneyfied and romanticized them to begin with.