Recently, and more than just a few times, the word ‘feminist’ has been dropped in reference to yours truly. Those who have attributed this label have yet to explain their understanding of what a feminist is, as well as precisely why that horseshit excuse of a concept is being slung my way. Feminism advocates the superiority of females over males, which doesn’t support anything that I’ve ever spoken or written about. Egalitarianism is not feminism, and I wish some people would just accept what should really be viewed as common knowledge.

If this was 1848, then I would most definitely concede the feminist status. Last time I checked though, life has changed dramatically for all formerly oppressed classes. John Stuart Mills wrote the following in 1869: “the legal subordination of one sex to the other is wrong…and…one of the chief hindrances to human improvement.” Along with Mary Wollstonecraft, their writings brought awareness that promulgated the changes spanning many decades.

In postmodern America, things have most definitely changed. Now ladies may vote, and we have the opportunity to work our way up the corporate ladder. In addition, females have the right to initiate divorce proceedings, and it isn’t an insurmountable task to obtain birth control devices. Mainstream culture no longer allows oppression or discrimination against females. Sure there are situational inequities, but no large-scale crisis that warrants letting certain academics to base their entire career on overturning the patriarchy. Guess what? To put it simply, there is no patriarchy, and the label ‘feminist’ is erroneous when applied to those who subscribe to the perspectives now adopted by all or most people. Almost no one in Western societies today questions the right of women to vote, choose her own marital partner if any, or to own land, concepts that seemed quite strange a mere century ago.

Like many other tools of the civil rights movement, such as affirmative action and labour unions, feminism is no longer necessary. Women are not a minority, and overall, our gender doesn’t experience any measurable hardships. Furthermore, people like Susan Estrich, who devote several years of their life keeping immaculate records of U.S. newspapers’ respective male and female columnists, make me violently ill. They just luuuvs their quotas. Qualifications should matter a hell of a lot more than gender, and I pity the female who now must wonder whether or not her job as a columnist makes her a mere ‘token’ of the feminist cause.

The feminist school of thought starts with the assumption that women are widely oppressed in contemporary America and never strays from that assumption leading to observations that are clouded by confirmation bias. Like those who still insist on racial reparations for thing that happened long ago and have since been attoned for, feminism today only advocates class division and reverse gender discrimination. Views that separate the sexes rather than unite them should be labelled more accurately as sexist.

Furthermore, destroying traditional gender roles only pushes us towards the seemingly inevitable societal clusterfuck. Men and women have many natural differences and everyone benefits from recognizing those differences. Balanced and healthy children generally result from the influence of a masculine father and a feminine mother. Yet one must search for masculine men these days, as so many have been pussified due to the glorification of sensitive males. These are the slackers who would much rather follow the lead of male protagonists found in Nick Hornby novels. Actually, I’m overestimating this subcategory, since most of them haven’t read the novels. Instead, they identify with John Cusack’s portrayal of these losers. The fact that these movies actually function as biting satire is lost on them.

I would give anything in the gotdamn world to be able to stay at home full-time and raise my little girl, but thanks to feminists and the responsive male slacker movement, that won’t be happening. Of course, I am also to blame for (formerly) marrying a man who now would rather be ‘young and funky’ than to provide for his family. Loser. Such a sensitive man though… pardon me whilst I go puke.