Why the wanton
aggression towards work by our woman Melissa Bond, a proud ‘student turned intern
with strong opinions and Tory tendencies’?* Well, me hearties, where on earth
do I begin? She starts by passionately imploring us to reject the ‘special
treatment’ that feminism as a movement demands. She is most certainly not a feminist, if you don’t mind,
because ‘the thought of being separated from my floral dresses physically pains me’ - PLUS her boyfriend doesn't go prancing around in lady-garments himself, at least she
doesn’t think so, tee hee! There ya go: men and women are different, you see. No
shit, Sherlock - as far as I know I have two X chromosomes and zero balls, but
if I want to stump about in trousers or a man’s coat I can. Why the hell do
sartorial decisions kick off this writer’s call to reject feminism? Cue much
head-scratching and facial contortion, because I just don’t know, guys. Gals. Whatever. Fear
not - it gets more interesting.
According to
MelBo, your typical ‘Angry Feminist’ would ‘tell me that all women are
beautiful on the inside, so why cling to the patriarchal entrapments of
superficial or aesthetic beauty?’ Moving swiftly on from this dash of insight,
we then approach the thorny issue of how ‘Angry Feminists’ (I am actually
getting pretty angry) steamroller their way through polite society. Those Angry Feminists'
ability to find sexism in almost every facet of life is actually rather
incredible. 'A man holds the door open for a woman? “How patronising!” How
polite... A man tells a woman she looks nice? “Objectification!” A
compliment...’’’ She then concedes that this may be a ‘slight exaggeration’. I
don’t know, Mel, it looks more like a bloody massive straw (wo)man to me.
Bond’s antipathy towards (the normal, equal kind of) feminism is then clarified in
terms of her ‘Tory tendencies’. Unfortunately, this is the point when my poor
addled mind nearly shuts down. (Maybe it’s because I am equal, but different,
to men, and find political notions taxing, but there you go, life's a bitch. Or a bastard.)
Basically, it transpires that if you are a ‘red’ feminist, you automatically
believe that positive discrimination is necessary for ladyfolk to get ahead.
Bond’s world is starkly divided into red and blue factions, and if you are ‘red’
you are, well, a bit of a whinger, who uses their sex as an excuse to schlepp
through life unwillingly, all the while complaining how unfair everything is. Meanwhile the noble ‘blue’
members of society (read: Thatcher) just get on with it. Proceeding from dark
references to political correctness (a notoriously ‘red’ evil after all) MB then
evokes a scenario in which ‘women view any setback in
the workplace as a direct result of female discrimination, rather than a
consequence of their own mistakes’. Gawd almighty, batten down the hatches, the
raging red feminists are here to DESTROY SOCIETY WITH THEIR MOANING!
Next up, a bit
of sniping at the ‘Lose the Lads’ Mags’ campaign. ‘This is another issue with
feminism: it is determined entirely by the feminists themselves.’ (er?) ‘By
condemning men's magazines, aren't feminists also condemning these women's
aspirations and career choices?...It seems feminists are fine with burning
bras, but once the breasts are out, they want those bras safely back on.’ I AM
SO CONFUSED BY THIS. Breasts - bras - burning - oppression - help me. MelBo - who I'm increasingly regretting giving a totes affectionate nickname to - cites glamour modelling as the
classic bit of fun that The Feminists want to shut down, as they are, after
all, humourless harpies. Who are scared of tits. And like to burn bras. And
floral dresses (waaa). Which is totes unfair cos like, proper women like to be
pretty and sexy, while Feminists do not. Ever. (Put that floral dress down,
matey! I see you!) Regarding glamour modelling, incidentally, Bond knows for a
fact that ‘the majority of them really enjoy it (I'm looking at you, Katie
Price)’. Fair play! - but, erm, is the whole glamour modelling industry
represented solely by Jordan?**
We then are
treated to a nuanced discussion of Miley Cyrus’ act at the VMAs, followed by a
description of how Bond’s BF (the one who doesn’t wear dresses, you’ll remember)
was attacked by rabid feminists when he dared try to dance to Blurred Lines on
a night out. From her boyfriend’s horrific ordeal she concludes that feminists
today are out to censor Thicke and his cronies. Free speech begone! Turns out
that peeps of a feminist persuasion are ‘prudish and retrogressive’;
furthermore, lobbying attempts are deemed futile. I don’t know if you knew
this, dear Vagenda readers, but ‘being a woman does not automatically mean you
need your rights defended by feminists, and being a man does not automatically
mean you are the dominant sex.’ Fack me, this is deep shit. I think I need a
biscuit.
* if this sounds bitchy y’all, there is a reason for referencing Ms
Bond’s politics, because appaza being ‘blue’ makes you a rational homo sapiens
and being ‘red’ makes you a hysterical floozy, or something. What larks!!
*faints from overexcitement*
** on a limb
here but...no?
*** ta to Mrs T
-SM