by on SEPTEMBER 27, 2010 (Young men getting more sexist?)
I really love society’s obsession with preventing women from saying “I hate men,” and all the stupid bbs tripping over themselves to call out “reverse sexism” if a woman ever does utter such a phrase.
Here’s the thing though: I hate men. Because of things they have done to me, my friends, and the women in my family, and because unlike with individual women that I hate, the things men have done form a pattern of entitlement and domination over women. I don’t need to be told that some men are decent; I know that! I’m friends with quite a few very decent men. Their existence doesn’t mean that overall, men don’t drag behind them a history of rape, violence, and death when it comes to women. I’m reminded of this through every news article, every dumbass comedian making a “joke,” every time I’m hurt again or one of my woman friends is. This is your legacy as an oppressor, and I hate you for it.
And you know what? My hatred does not touch you in any way. I could stand in the middle of the street with a bullhorn shouting for all and sundry to hear that I hate men, and there are only a few possibilities of what would happen: a) people would laugh at me, b) I would be heckled as a crazy ~feminazi~, c) men would make threats of rape and violence against me to shut me up. Hey, all I did one time was say on my Tumblr that “misandry” is not a real thing (it’s not) and I got an inbox full of the followers of a Tumblr-famous blogger telling me I need a dick in my mouth. It’s not exactly like I’m pulling these scenarios out of thin air.
What would never happen as a result of my hatred of men: men would become targets of increased sexual violence, men would be blamed for their own assaults, men overall would begin to be paid less than women regardless of qualifications, men would lose their foothold on world power, etc.
So next time you want to tell me it’s wrong to hate men or that it makes me “just as bad” as misogynists, sell your Daniel Tosh tickets and buy yourself a fucking clue with the money.