The Left is Eating Itself (and I Feel Fine)

The New York Times Magazine article entitled “When Women Become Men at Wellesley” describes a phenomenon in our society that is so psychotic that I may not have or even need the words to convey its significance. It boils down to this: colleges that only admit women are now getting stuck in the murky gray area of gender identity, and in the process many of the same catch phrases that feminism invokes to implicate The Patriarchy are now being used against the colleges themselves. The irony is as delicious as will be the fiasco some years down the road once this whole Far, Far Left experiment in feel-good wordplay has gotten so tangled up that it ends up choking itself to death.

It’s my understanding that the modern feminist movement was first about empowering women to strive for equal treatment with men. By the 1990s it had adopted an agenda of man-bashing, and in the 2000s a chorus of “You go grrl” pep talks filled women’s heads with impossibly lofty ideas that often burst horribly when coming into contact with reality—usually after one finally left the womb of Never Neverland University.

This whole transgender phenomenon is fascinating because it might knock the women’s movement right off its perch and tear the whole damn thing to shreds. When women who want to “celebrate” their transgender classmates also rely on the arguments once used by men to defend their own spaces under invasion, the cognitive dissonance might very well make their heads explode. When it was women themselves trying to kick down men’s doors then it all made perfect sense, but now as transgender people cite their own emotional needs in seeking to change women’s traditions, it’s getting near impossible for even the politically correct to keep tabs on the latest Most Favored Group.

And I love it. For decades men have been the pariahs where no defamation against us was too cruel, where the sins of The Patriarchy’s past justified any double standard that might pass over a straight white male. But now the very arguments feminists once so passionately made for women and against men are being refashioned for a new generation of outsiders not seeking to merely be tolerated but also embraced and put on a pedestal. Well, like a ship coming into harbor with so much momentum that even reversing the engines couldn’t stop it, the USS Feminista looks to be on a fatal collision course as its ideas play out to their logical end: the reign of chaos after all definitions and distinctions have been obliterated.

The NY Times article is quite long, complete with heartstring-pulling anecdotes about students who were born female but consider themselves male, so below here some of the choicest quotes which will have you at times shaking your head, laughing out loud, and ultimately feeling as antiquated and old-fashioned as Pat Buchanan.

First we have Timothy, a trans male student at Wellesley who found “himself” alone on a school ballot after the other candidates for various reasons dropped out. An anonymous Facebook campaign was launched in order to drum up enough abstain votes to deny “him” the seat:

The “Campaign to Abstain” argument was simple: Of all the people at a multiethnic women’s college who could hold the school’s “diversity” seat, the least fitting one was a white man. … “Having men in elected leadership positions undermines the idea of this being a place where women are the leaders.”

But here’s the rub:

[Timothy] pointed out that he has important contributions to make to the MAC position. After all, at Wellesley, masculine-of-center students are cultural minorities; by numbers alone, they’re about as minor as a minority can be. And yet Timothy said he felt conflicted about taking a leadership spot. “The patriarchy is alive and well,” he said. “I don’t want to perpetuate it.”

Oh my goodness, the tangled webs of logic we weave! Relatively speaking in this context, a man is the minority, so thank Odin that The Patriarchy is there like a sewer grate to quickly toss our contradictions into before anyone notices. Here’s some more:

The student body, [Wellesley’s website] says, is “2,300 smart, singular women feeling the power of 2,300 smart, singular women together” on a campus where “our common identity, spirit and pride as Wellesley women” are celebrated. Those sorts of messages, trans students say, make them feel invisible. “I just wish the administration would at least acknowledge our existence,” said Eli Cohen, a Wellesley senior who has been taking testosterone for nearly a year. “I’d be more O.K. with ‘We’re not going to cater to you, because men are catered to everywhere else in life,’ rather than just pretending we don’t exist.”

The convoluted logic of this hierarchy of blame is simply fantastic. Let me translate: “The university is being insensitive to its trans male students in an incorrect manner. Rather than ignore us because we’re a small minority, at least say you’re insulting us as payback for being such entitled men.” Right now I feel like a 16th century English king being greeted at his castle by fifty trumpets after returning from battle—this is simply glorious!

Let’s keep reading:

What’s a women’s college to do? Trans students point out that they’re doing exactly what these schools encourage: breaking gender barriers, fulfilling their deepest yearnings and forging ahead even when society tries to hold them back. But yielding to their request to dilute the focus on women would undercut the identity of a women’s college. … As a marginalized group fighting for respect and clout, how could women justify marginalizing others?

Yes, yes, yes! Once you’ve broken one gender barrier you simply cannot stop until you’ve broken them all! And sadly for women they’re next in line to be trampled by the acolytes on their holy pilgrimage.

Then we have the case of Laura Bruno, your everyday female Wellesley student, who got herself into a little trouble when she inadvertently offended trans male student Kaden Mohamed during a TV interview.

The interviewer asked Laura to describe her experience at an “all-female school” and to explain how that might be diminished “by having men there.” Laura answered, “We look around and we see only women, only people like us, leading every organization on campus, contributing to every class discussion.”

Kaden dropped this righteous salvo via email right down the throat of Ms. Bruno’s heartless inbox:

“I am not a woman. I am a trans man who is part of your graduating class, and you literally ignored my existence in your interview. . . . You had an opportunity to show people that Wellesley is a place that is complicating the meaning of being an ‘all women’s school,’ and you chose instead to displace a bunch of your current and past Wellesley siblings.”

Booya! Welcome to your insight into what it’s like to be an actual male, Laura. You didn’t account for every possible variable while making a statement, one person got offended, and now there’s hell to pay.

Laura apologized, saying she hadn’t meant to marginalize anyone and had actually vowed beforehand not to imply that all Wellesley students were women. But she said that under pressure, she found herself in a difficult spot: How could she maintain that women’s colleges would lose something precious by including men, but at the same time argue that women’s colleges should accommodate students who identify as men?

I wish I could turn these words into a sauce so I could just marinate in it for hours. Oh, the paradox. The irony. The car crashing at 100 mph into the wall. My real birth penis getting so hard…

But we can’t stop, the hits keep on coming, you can’t make this stuff up. Take the tale of Jesse Austin, who when returning to school after a year and a half absence, had changed considerably due to two years of testosterone injections.

Jesse no longer looked like a woman trying to pass as a man. His voice was deep. His facial hair was thick, though he kept it trimmed to a stubble. His shoulders had become broad and muscular, his hips narrow, his arms and chest more defined.
“Everything felt very different than it had before,” he said of that semester. “I felt so distinctly male, and I felt extremely awkward. I felt like an outsider. My voice was jarring — a male voice, which is so distinct in a classroom of women — so I felt weird saying much in class…”

Once spring semester ended, Jesse withdrew. “I still think of Wellesley as a women’s place, and I still think that’s a wonderful idea,” he said. “It just didn’t encompass me anymore. I felt it was a space I shouldn’t tread in.”

What’s this, did one drop of reason squeak through the cracks? Fortunately we have Beth, regular female student who like many felt that something was being lost when the school’s traditional mantra of “Sisterhood” was changed to “Siblinghood” to accommodate everyone’s feelings.

“Changing ‘sister’ to ‘sibling’ didn’t feel like it was including more people; it felt like it was taking something away from sisterhood, transforming our safe space for the sake of someone else. At the same time, I felt guilty feeling that way.” Beth went to Kris Niendorf, the director of residential life, who listened sympathetically and then asked: Why does “sibling” take away from your experience? After thinking about it, Beth concluded that she was connected to her classmates not because of gender but because of their shared experiences at Wellesley. “That year was an epiphany for me. I realized that if we excluded trans students, we’d be fighting on the wrong team. We’d be on the wrong side of history.”

Wow. We just watched a play-by-play demonstration of how Leftist brainwashing moves a person away from an honest feeling in her own heart first to a guilty sense of doubt, then leaps into a self-righteous rationalization that capitulating to the wants of a small minority somehow ushers them all into the annals of history. This is grotesque, it is appalling and tragic—I am chilled to the bone thinking about the mental parasite which is slowly killing our culture from within.

Even the most politically correct of male professors finds himself exasperated as the worm turns against a true villain, the use of those hurtfully exclusionary pronouns:

“All my life here,” [sociology professor Thomas] Cushman told me, “I’ve been compelled to use the female pronoun more generously to get away from the sexist ‘he.’ I think it’s important to evoke the idea that women are part of humanity. That should be affirmed, especially after being denied for so long. Look, I teach at a women’s college, so whenever I can make women’s identity central to that experience, I try to do that. Being asked to change that is a bit ironic. I don’t agree that this is a ‘historically’ women’s college. It is still a women’s college.”

But not according to our friend Eli:

When I asked Eli if trans men belonged at Wellesley, he said he felt torn. “I don’t necessarily think we have a right to women’s spaces. But I’m not going to transfer, because this is a place I love, a community I love. I realize that may be a little selfish. It may be a lot selfish.”

Don’t worry about it, you’re on the right side of history. Eh, sibling? Just as women selfishly pushed themselves into men’s spaces like golf clubs—those rare spheres where men could enjoy some time to fraternize away from their wives—now trans men find that serving their own desires trumps traditionally oriented women’s need to feel safe and comfortable. Do you see where this road is going yet?

But not everyone trans is acting so selfishly.

Last December, a transmasculine Wellesley student wrote an anonymous blog post that shook the school’s trans community. The student wrote to apologize for “acting in the interest of preserving a hurtful system of privileging masculinity.” He continued: “My feelings have changed: I do not think that trans men belong at Wellesley.” …

The reactions were swift and strong. “A lot of trans people on campus felt emotionally unsafe,” recalled Timothy, a sophomore that year. … Some accused the blogger of speaking on behalf of women as if they were unable to speak for themselves.

Aha, yes! Like Pavlov’s freaking dog some perfectly programmed Leftbots found a way to claim that a biological female, writing a nuanced op-ed piece from the heart, was somehow implying that women are inferior. This is completely delusional. I am actually genuinely sympathetic towards people whose minds have been so tainted that their thought process goes from point A to P (for Patriarchy, of course) every time and at light speed.

As the next excerpt shows, even the politics of interpersonal relationships on an all-female campus are changing, much to the chagrin of lesbians:

Another difficult conversation about trans students touches on the disproportionate attention they receive on campus. “The female-identified students somehow place more value on those students,” said Rose Layton, a lesbian who said she views trans students as competitors in the campus dating scene. “They flirt with them, hook up with them. And it’s not just the hetero women, but even people in the queer community. The trans men are always getting this extra bit of acknowledgment. Even though we’re in a women’s college, the fact is men and masculinity get more attention and more value in this social dynamic than women do.”

Wah wah for Rose and her fellow lesbians! They used to be the only novelty in town, coaxing curious straight freshmen to experiment sexually after a few drinks—but now Teena Brandon’s elbowing “his” way into the monopoly. Whatever happened to tolerance? But wait, there’s more!

Kaden Mohamed said he felt downright objectified when he returned from summer break last year, after five months of testosterone had lowered his voice, defined his arm muscles and reshaped his torso. It was attention that he had never experienced before he transitioned. But as his body changed, students he didn’t even know would run their hands over his biceps. Once at the school pub, an intoxicated Wellesley woman even grabbed his crotch and that of another trans man.

“It’s this very bizarre reversal of what happens in the real world,” Kaden said. “In the real world, it’s women who get fetishized, catcalled, sexually harassed, grabbed. At Wellesley, it’s trans men who do. If I were to go up to someone I just met and touch her body, I’d get grief from the entire Wellesley community, because they’d say it’s assault — and it is. But for some reason, when it’s done to trans men here, it doesn’t get read the same way. It’s like a free pass, that suddenly it’s O.K. to talk about or touch someone’s body as long as they’re not a woman.”

What’s this now? Women who dress and act like men being objectified by other women?! A double standard favoring women over men? No! I can’t believe! My brain feels like I’m eating Breyers mint chocolate chip ice cream, this moment is just too savory for words!!!

But sadly, that party is over. All natural born men who aren’t trans or post or anything else should drink a shot of espresso and read this next paragraph with eyes wide open:

Last month, Mount Holyoke College announced a more far-reaching policy: It would admit all academically qualified students regardless of their anatomy or self-proclaimed gender, except for those biologically male at birth who still identify as male. In a list that reflects just how much traditional notions of gender have been upended, Mount Holyoke said eligible candidates now include anyone born biologically female, whether identified as woman, man, neither or “other” and anyone born biologically male who identifies as a woman or “other.” The school president, Lynn Pasquerella, said she and her officers made the decision after concluding it was an issue of civil rights.

Did you get that? Everyone in the country is part of a special interest group except biological males who act like males. The target is on our backs! This is ridiculous. A coddlefest of staggering proportions. Double standards, preferential treatment, exclusion—anything to get a leg up on us everyday normal guys.

Well guess what? You can juggle and refashion words all you want and in the end you will still be right back where you started, except maybe without the breasts you decided to chop off. But you will never take away our natural physical superiority, the size and strength which we could use to rape any one of you on the street if we wanted, but instead we generously use to build your houses and your cars. You will never be able to replicate our deep spirituality and intelligence, which we could use simply to sit in the forest and contemplate the timeless mysteries but instead we generously use to invent your cell phones and create all the great works of art.

The hideous secret that in your shortsighted anger and childish jealousy you fail to understand is that only through millennia of being challenged by the rigors of facing reality and being accountable to it on an hourly basis have men come to be in this state of “privilege” you decry. While girls are protected and coddled and lightly punished and showered with free gifts simply for existing, every day a man plods through his obligations without an excuse maker or tabloid puff-piece writer around every corner to clean up his mess or aggrandize him.

And for the past forty years since feminism came onto the scene, you have only gotten weaker and more delusional while we men have had to keep the engine of society running while also bearing the added weight of alimony and losing custody of our children even when it was you who initiated the divorce. We have been drugged for not sitting still in a stifling school environment that goes against our nature. We have lost chances at athletic glory so that you could clumsily play our sports at half speed. We have been passed over for educational opportunities then watched as you left the professional jobs we should have had in order to stay at home with your kids.

And yet we are expected to keep drilling the oil, paving the roads, cutting down the trees, and opening your damn pickle jars because the truth—once the cataract of your word games has been stripped away —the truth is that we men possess all that is powerful and great, and rather than humble yourselves in appreciation for all that we give and create, you rebel against the natural order at the expense of us all. Because again, in utter obliviousness you don’t realize how little you would have to do to make all our silent toil worth it. A gracious smile, a colorful dress, a meal cooked with care, and non-begrudging sex are all it takes to recharge us to go back out again and face the harsh elements which you still can’t tame despite all of the hormone treatments injected into your thighs.

You need us. We only desire you.

4 thoughts on “The Left is Eating Itself (and I Feel Fine)

  1. Marc

    Holy shit Phil, this is just terrific. How many of us have wanted to scream these words, albeit not nearly so eloquently. Well done.

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  3. Caryl

    Bravo for your fighting words! It’s about time you guys started to fight back. The tragic thing about the USA is that there are few adults left, and I suppose adulthood won’t return until the whole thing explodes. God bless you.–from a woman who has always detested Feminism.

  4. Mark Smith

    You so nailed this! Bravo!! I’ve been saying it, but no where near as elegantly and fluently as you. Well done, sir.


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