from I Don’t, Clementine Ford

There’s a lot here and every bit is worth reading. 

Better yet, just get the book.  And read it.  Every word.

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from blurb for Ford’s I Don’t

“why do so many women still believe that our value is intrinsically tied to being chosen by a man?”

“Ford explains how capitalist patriarchal structures need women to believe in marriage in

order to maintain control over women’s agency, ambitions and freedom.  …  the insidious,

centuries-long marketing campaign pop culture has conducted in marriage’s favour; … the physical and social cost that comes with motherhood.”

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from Ford’s Introduction

“… to be marrying men so incompetent they couldn’t be trusted to organise a single part of the celebration binding them together till death do they part.”

“Now saddled with an overgrown child who can’t seem to put his clothes into a laundry basket let alone a washing machine …”

“It’s a comprehensive look at how they have assumed such authority over women that we began to believe the lies they told about us, so that we would keep signing up to support the patriarchal system that works in their favour rather than fight against it.”

“Who really needs marriage? Is it the women who receive superficial economic security in exchange for a life spent cleaning, washing, cooking and generally catering to a man’s every need? Or is it the men whose lives become easier the moment they begin cohabiting with a woman, who receive tangible economic security and the promise of economic advancement as a result of this partnership…”

“[M]arriage is a system whose foundations are built on the erasure of women, and the exploitation of everything that we are and have the potential to be.”

“… men who speak out of their butthole about things they don’t understand and can’t be bothered reading up on.”

from chap 1

“if men are so

important and sacred, why are so few of them needed to ensure the longterm success of the human species?”

“Weirder still that it’s mothers and not fathers who provide the vast majority of food, care and protection for each generation until they come of age, while most male animals tend to sit around doing fuck all.”

from chap 2

“Curiously, men who argue for women’s biological compulsion to nurture have never much liked it when I’ve thanked them for agreeing we should automatically receive full custody of children on the basis of our superior ability to care.”

“But you’ll note that the more confident a man is about what women want, the less likely it is that he’s actually spoken to any to find out. He doesn’t read books by and about women, nor does he watch movies devoted to women’s stories, listen to music made by women, follow the work of intellectuals who are women or count women among his close friends.”

from chap 3

“(The fact that toys designed to vibrate on multiple different speeds offer a much higher guarantee of sexual pleasure than being ploughed for seven minutes by a man who’s watched too much porn and may or may not commit to regularly washing his own butt is apparently lost on them.)”

from chap 6

“Over the course of about a year and a half [of attending weddings], I heard countless men say exactly the same things to and about the women they had just pledged to spend the rest of their lives with. I love how supportive she is. She takes such good care of me. She’s got a great sense of humour, because she always laughs at my jokes. Not one of them seemed able to say anything they actually knew about their wife. Only that she was beautiful, and they appreciated how she made their lives better.”

“Often, the bride’s father would also stand up and say a few words. These were usually about how proud they’d been to walk their ‘little girl’ down the aisle, and how they knew Michael or Sam or Matt or Ben would ‘take good care of her’.”

“[the best man’s speech] … how great it was that he now had a wife to keep him on the straight and narrow.”

“[her dowry:] and don’t you just love the idea of having to pay a man to marry you, only to become his property?”

Yeah.  That has got to be one of the most objectionable things.  That a young woman is such garbage, her parents have to pay to get rid of her.

from chap 7

“Did feminism tell women they could ‘have it all’? Or was that just something the broader culture settled on to define feminism’s purpose, the underlying message designed to make it all sound a bit greedy, a bit domineering, a bit … mannish? It seems to me that feminism told women that they should have options and agency, and not be enslaved to the exploitation and demands of men. Bit different, really.”

“Nestled in suburbia, where the streets are lined with trees and every house boasts a white-picket fence, this era of ‘traditional family values’ seems to be remembered most fondly by people who weren’t there.”

“As any online historian trained in the field of Making Shit Up will remind you, this is how men and women have always been.”

“Let’s be serious: it’s not natural for women to work, just like it’s not natural for us to have body hair between the ages of whenever men start wanting to fuck us and whenever men stop wanting to fuck us.”

from chap 8

“[T]ake your pick from the bingo card of Things Men Say To Women Who Don’t Want Them.”

“Listen, if you’re the one going through the pregnancy, you should claim automatic naming rights. It’s your body that’s working hard to build an entire human from scratch. It’s your body that will be placed under enormous stress in the building of that human, and your body that risks injury, trauma and, in some cases, permanent disability in the birthing of that human. You are the one most likely to provide the majority of care to that child when they’re born, and certainly the one who’ll be held to account for any of that child’s extremely normal, childlike behaviour in public as it grows up. You’re the one who’ll handle the mental load for that child and who’ll do most of the boring shit for that child. Crucially, you’re the one whose career and earning capacity will be severely curtailed by that child and who’ll be discriminated against when you try to return to work. You’re the one people, including your husband, are more likely to say should ‘stay home with the kids’ rather than going back to work because ‘her salary barely covers the child care’—as if you and you alone have to prove economic benefit to the family as a whole in order to earn the right to return to your profession. And for all that effort and risk, you’re supposed to turn around and automatically give some guy the right to brand YOUR child with his name, just because he had a three-second dick spasm in a vagina that might now have a prolapse?”

from chap 9

“If women had the same economic opportunities as men—indeed, if women’s right to economic independence was considered as sacrosanct and vital to their self-esteem as it is to men’s—then the dream of domestic bliss with the white-picket fence would very quickly reveal itself to be as flimsy as a house of cards.”

“If we believed at the most basic level of our existence that our lives belonged first and foremost to us, we’d soon see that the options presented by the patriarchy as necessary to our fundamental happiness aren’t really all that great. Marriage has maintained its vice-like grip on women because the vast majority of us have been denied the same rights to financial liberation and independence as men.”

“[I]f women with economic means can live happy, fulfilling lives all by themselves, then maybe what we need isn’t men at all.  It’s money.”

chap 10

“to paraphrase Zawn Villines, men steal women’s potential in order to buy their own power”

“From wrestling sabre-toothed tigers to feed the tribe, storming battlefields for the sole purpose of protecting women and children, being Jesus, conquering new lands (which involved absolutely no violence or anything against which the men already there would possibly need to defend ‘their’ women and children) and basically inventing everything that’s every existed, the sweeping saga of Man’s Greatness is well known to us all.”

“Sign on the dotted line, girls, and men will agree to meet just enough of your most basic needs (shelter, food and a nominal promise of protection against other men) in exchange for an endless supply of domestic labour, obedience, care and sex. This is what patriarchy calls ‘providing’.”

“And the expectation that women repay men’s marginal economic investment with a lifetime of service? Well, that’s just what’s required to ‘keep up their end of the bargain’.”

And that’s not even taking into account pregnancy, birthing, and childcare.

We bloody well provide for you, don’t we? they scream, as if somehow we’re to blame for our economic disadvantage.  As if we were the ones who denied ourselves the right to an education, or to work, or to vote, or to marry who we wanted, or to not marry at all. As if we, the women who were not allowed to become lawyers or judges or even readers, were somehow responsible for writing legislation that removed all agency over our own bodies and transferred them into the ownership of fathers and husbands.”

from chap 11

“Men’s fairytales never have marriage at the core; home is only where he returns when his quest is complete.”

from chap 12

“…overgrown child who’s convinced his wife he’s a hapless twit so that she stops asking him to do things he doesn’t want to (but will undertake as a gesture of goodwill when he wants to have sex that night). How this fits with men’s valorisation of themselves as protectors and providers is anyone’s guess…”

“They invented everything—but they can’t use a dishwasher!”

“Sons learn how to dehumanise women by first watching their mother be dehumanised.”

from chap 14

‘Because I have other professions open to me in which the hours are shorter, the work more agreeable, and the pay possibly better.’  Miss Florence Watts, ‘Why am I a spinster?’, Tit-Bits magazine, 1889

“The reality men have set up for themselves is deliberately filled with these kinds of paradoxes and contradictions. Men need to be dragged to the altar, but are enraged by the thought of women not wanting to get married at all. Women are the nurturers and are better placed to do most of the caring for the kids, but fathers are equally important, especially when it comes to

custody battles. Women baby-trap men and then ruin men’s lives by leaving them. He treats her like shit, but she’s so lucky to have him. Around and around we go, with women doing everything to meet the needs of men and getting absolutely nothing in return.”

“Having been brainwashed for centuries to believe that our biological role is to nurture—which conveniently includes caring for men as if they were children—we are that much easier to coerce into marriage.”

from chap 15

“Pregnancy is dangerous. Childbirth is dangerous. Both can be navigated safely, but they’re not easy and they certainly aren’t meaningless. We shouldn’t consider it normal for women to emerge from the experience of creating life having half-wrecked their own. We shouldn’t accept as commonplace the fact that one in three people who give birth will deal with ongoing incontinence. Men have forced women into this labour for their own benefit, not for ours. To satisfy their own egos and maintain their fortunes, they created a contract that would tether women to them permanently.”

“[Our patriarchal society] claims to revere mothers, while denying us dignity, adequate health care and opportunities. It pretends to value this ‘essential work’, calling motherhood ‘the most important job in the world’ but it won’t pay us for it, because economically empowered women are a threat to patriarchy and, besides, how can you put a price on something so pure? It claims that men protect women, and protect especially the women who are carrying ‘their’ children, even as evidence to the contrary washes through like a tsunami.”

“Men are not our valiant protectors; they are our most dangerous predators. They collectively represent the biggest risk to our health and safety. And during pregnancy and postpartum, we confront the most terrifying reality of all: when we are doing what it is we are told we must do, either growing life or caring for new life, the likelihood of domestic abuse, including sexual abuse, perpetrated by our partners, our husbands, our ‘protectors’, increases. Becoming mothers places our lives most at risk not because our child could kill us accidentally—but because their father could kill us on purpose.”

“Imagine if a man’s dick exploded every time he became a father, or his sexual capacity diminished considerably or disappeared entirely. Imagine if his ability to reach orgasm was forever changed because crucial nerves needed for sexual pleasure had been permanently damaged. We’d never hear the bloody end of it.”

“Imagine if a man’s dick exploded every time he became a father, or his sexual capacity diminished considerably or disappeared entirely. Imagine if his ability to reach orgasm was forever changed because crucial nerves needed for sexual pleasure had been permanently damaged. We’d never hear the bloody end of it.”

“Imagine if a man’s dick exploded every time he became a father, or his sexual capacity diminished considerably or disappeared entirely. Imagine if his ability to reach orgasm was forever changed because crucial nerves needed for sexual pleasure had been permanently damaged. We’d never hear the bloody end of it.”

“You know, people spit the accusation man hater at me like there aren’t five billion fucking good reasons why I and any other woman with a brain have no choice but to hate them.”

some excellent bits from Roper’s Sex Dolls, Robots, and Woman Hating

“… when sex doll and robot advocates promote the use of these products as being beneficial for ‘people’, they mean male people. When they claim sex robots could help alleviate loneliness, they mean men’s loneliness, not women’s. When they argue sex robots could be used by the elderly, they mean elderly men. When they champion the sexual rights of disabled individuals, individuals, they mean disabled men. There is little concern for women’s suffering, but if men are denied the ‘right’ to sex on demand, this is framed as deprivation.”

“That a piece of silicone in the shape of a woman could be seen as an acceptable replacement for a human woman – or even superior to an actual woman – demonstrates how too many men view women: as less than human, or at least not human in the way men are human, but rather as the means to fulfil their sexual gratification, a set of holes to provide sexual relief whenever required.”

“Female-bodied sex dolls and robots that are always ready and available for men’s sexual use portray women’s consent to sexual acts as irrelevant.”

“… predicated on men’s absolute sexual freedom without limits.”

“By design, sex robots do not have the ability to complain or reject the user.”

“It is worth contemplating how a man who has repeatedly practiced this sexual dynamic on a doll might relate sexually to a woman.”

“According to MRAs,  … if men can purchase a sex doll, they no longer have any need for living women.” 

THANK GOD.

““Men will make use of whatever technology is available to engage in forms of terrorism against women” (Jeffreys, 2020, p. 101).”

“From online groups that exist to trade pornographic photos of unknowing women, apps designed to virtually undress women, the advent of virtual flashing through Airdrop, and spyware enabling abusive men to track their female partner’s movement, to name just a few examples – technology poses a growing threat to women. Men can turn women into pornography – without their knowledge or consent.”

“”It is a profound betrayal to know that thousands of men saw your assault and not only did nothing to flag it, but actively sought it out and enjoyed it (ParlVu, 2021; Roper, 2021).”

“Perhaps there is no better tactic to silence a woman and take away her power than reducing her to the status of fuck doll, an object existing for men’s sexual gratification.”

“Sex doll advocates argue there is no harm in men’s violence against dolls, as there is no victim. But sex dolls and robots function as stand-ins for women.” “It is seen as inconceivable that men’s sexual ‘needs’ could go unmet, or that all their sexual desires might not be accommodated.”

McSweeney’s List about the Birth Rate – brilliantly hilarious

Check it out!

https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/americas-op-ed-columnists-brainstorm-future-headlines-about-the-birth-rate

experiences reported in Complaint, Sara Ahmed

“I took an off-the-record grievance pay-out (not massive) and a much-reduced pension to get out of academia two years ago after an unremitting fifteen years of sexist (and disablist) bullying.   … I had to sign a gagging clause when I got my grievance pay-out which—as I’m sure you are aware—is how universities typically try to  cover up the sexism that is rampant within them.” p10

“Furious with administrators for protecting their institutional reputations instead of their students’ rights, survivors bypassed obstructionist deans, invented new strategies of collaboration, taught themselves Title IX, and with unprecedented clout brought over two hundred universities under federal investigation.” p23

“It took us forever to try and find the complaints procedure PDF on the database. We knew it existed but it was like a mythical golden egg, we just couldn’t find it.  And when we did, it was so big that even two PhD students spent weeks trying to get through the small print, to find out what the complaint process was.”  p31

“I am the one who has to arrange all this information and send it to different people because they are just not talking to each other.  I had to file the forms in order to get the Human Resources records; I had to do all the Freedom of Information requests.  It was on me to do all of this work, which raises the question of why have Human Resources officers at all because I am literally doing their job.”  p35-36

“[an academic who made use of multiple policies in putting together a complaint about plagiarism] … the minute you try to enact policy that you are told when you are hired to be the vanguards of, to protect the quality of education and work at the university  … you become the person to be investigated.” p43

[And that’s just the Introduction and first chapter.]

Why aren’t more men insulted by the low standards we set for them?

If he changes a diaper, he’s father of the year.

If he cooks something, anything, he’s a chef.

If he marries, but otherwise continues to live pretty much as he has to that point, he’s suddenly respectable.

If he continues to pay a child’s ball game into adulthood, he gets paid a six figure salary.

If he gets a B.A., he’s an expert in his field.

If he writes a book full of incoherence and grammatical mistakes, he gets (edited and then) published.

We don’t expect men to pick up after themselves.

We don’t expect them to be sensitive to other people’s emotions, or even be aware of  their own.

We don’t expect them to be aware of, let alone appreciative of, natural beauty.

We don’t expect them to be interested in children.

We don’t expect them to be in control of their sexual impulses or their aggressive impulses.

Home for Old Hags

Struck by arthritis and its attendant mobility issues, the most worrisome being an increased risk of falling while walking in the forest or on her way down to the water, it hit her: her life would be shorter than most because she’d rather kill herself than live in a so-called retirement village. 

It was bad enough to live in a regular neighborhood.  She’d been called a cunt and a bitch.  She’d been dismissed and patronized.  She’d been treated like a teenager because she wasn’t married with kids.  She’d been treated like an outsider, never invited over, because she was solo. 

Then one day, after she’d watched Quartet, about a home for old musicians, she thought yeah, maybe, if she could find a home for old academics and artists … aha!  A home for old feminists!

She spent a day figuring out how to tap into crowd funding. 

Almost immediately, a few women with business experience stepped forward.  Lunged forward, actually.  Leapt into the air and somersaulted before landing.

They discussed ideas, options, plans, then settled on the perfect location.  And found it.  A large flat acreage, on a small lake, with a woodsy area out back.

Then started hiring.  Landscapers, architects, carpenters, electricians, plumbers … All women.  And all had read Perez.  Many times.  So the apartments were built for people who were, on average, 5’2″.  Counter heights, cupboard heights, cupboard depths …

And for people who were, on average, 75 years of age.  Grab bars, step-in tubs …

One- and two-bedroom apartments.  Some with private kitchens.  A communal kitchen for those without. 

A couple cafes for those who were used to living in the city.  Though many of them were now craving quiet and solitude.  And those who had lived with quiet and solitude craved companionship every now and then. 

A library.  A movie room.

They bought a pontoon boat that seated six, as well as a few kayaks for those still able.

Several paths were established through the woods, one paved for those on chairs, one with a handrail from tree to tree, for the visually-challenged and balance-challenged, both with benches for resting along the way…

They advertised for maintenance staff, administrative staff, nursing staff, kitchen staff, drivers, general assistants.  And were flooded with applications.  All women, all ages, all wanting to work in a place where they’d never see a man, never have to deal with a man. 

And more, all fully aware of the benefits of interacting with old feminists.  Women who had been on the fronts, literally, of getting access to contraception, and abortion, and bank accounts, and driver’s licences, and deeds to land … and not needing your husband’s permission, for anything …

Some of the young women were startled.  You couldn’t own property?  Why not?  You couldn’t even apply to go to Harvard—until 1999?  Are you fucking kidding me?   

The old women sighed.  What are they teaching you these days?

What they themselves had been taught, they realized.  Men’s history.  Only men’s history.   Always men’s history.

A few men applied, but they almost always hired a woman.  Because, funny thing, the best applicant was always a woman. 

The first time they had to hire a man, they—well, they could fill a book with what they might’ve said to him.  In fact, a few of them had.  Which was why they were silent now.  Why their eyes just sort of glazed over now.  Why they just ignored him now.  Completely. 

He couldn’t handle it.  The lack of attention.  It was like he didn’t matter.  At all.  And he couldn’t bear it.  He left.

And they looked at each other.  Stunned.  Busily rewriting their pasts.

No, someone finally spoke up.  The one first to reach the end of that alternate universe.  They were killing us.  We couldn’t’ve just ignored them.

Nods.  All round.

And then sighs.

The second time they hired a man, several of the women hid his tools.  Several times.  They failed to give him clear instructions.  It took him a whole week for a two-day job.   They pointed this out to him, then paid him 77 cents on the dollar. 

Enraged, he spread the word. 

They cheered. 

Soon another Home opened.  And another.  Their landscapers, carpenters, plumbers, and electricians had to hire apprentices.  And found them.  Easily. 

Administrative, health, and food services had long dominated by women, so there were no staffing problems there.

Of course many of the residents weren’t quite ready to give up.  To give it up.  They found that after a year of respite?  refreshment? they were ready to resume their political activism. 

Women had always been good at organizing.  Which was why management dominated by men had been such a disaster.  It was women who kept track of the kids’ field trips, and dentist appointments, and doctors’ appointments, and music lessons, and after-school practices.  Women even kept their bosses organized.  Acknowledgement of which would have most certainly challenged the power structure.  Nine to Five was one of the more popular movies in their collection.

And so.  Bag ladies became bomb squads.  Sports stadiums were their first targets.  Because really, 5 billion dollars to build a place for adult males to play with balls in public?  Boys will be boys, well into adulthood if they are not stopped and reprimanded for their immaturity. 

How many hospitals and schools could be built with the money?  How many doctors and teachers could be hired?  And paid commensurate to their value? 

Blackmail became rampant.  It’s amazing how much an old woman fussing in the corner of a room can record.  Private offices, executive suites, boardrooms, hotel lobbies. 

Contraception and abortion became available again.  Money was found to process the thousands of rape kits just sitting in evidence lockers.  Judges were appointed to hear the appeals of the many women incarcerated for, essentially, self-defence.  So many decisions were reversed for no apparent a reason.  So many orders countermanded.

Suppose that worldwide …

Suppose that worldwide, women flood the military, soon comprising, say, 40% of the ranks (which will be perceived by men as a majority) (go figure). 

Suppose then, as happened when women flooded the ranks of bank tellers, secretaries, and teachers, being a soldier became devalued, losing its prestige, its glory, its funding, its media coverage. 

And when being a soldier has about as much appeal as being a waitress … the end of war?

Suppose two married women …

Suppose two married women get jobs outside the home at the same time, forcing their husbands to hire someone to do the cooking, cleaning, and childcare.  Ten hours/day, 5 days/week, at $20/hr.  It’s a lot to afford, but the men have so-called ‘breadwinner’ salaries.

Suppose it turns out that Emma is hired by Alyssa’s husband (on Alyssa’s recommendation) and Alyssa is hired by Emma’s husband (on Emma’s recommendation). 

And they’re both really enjoying their evenings off and their $52,000/yr incomes.

Suppose by some biochemical quirk

Suppose by some biochemical quirk, the hormones we’ve been feeding cows inhibits testosterone in humans, so the more meat men eat, the weaker they become. 

Suppose that within a year, males lost their 30% physical strength advantage over women. 

What would happen?

Naomi Alderman’s The Power meets Monty Python’s “Hell’s Grannies”

A man struts and huffs and puffs and expands like a blowfish, but all the old women close their eyes.  Deny him the female gaze.  Refuse to be a witness to his Almighty Greatness, let alone a cheerleader. 

And not only does he deflate, he disappears in a puff of, well, nothingness.  Existential nothingness.  Beauvoir would be delighted. 

Camus would be pissed though.

Cool.  So … very cool.

Yeah, it’s not that we’ve stopped reflecting men at twice their size, thank you Dale Spender and Sally Cline; we’ve stopped reflecting them at all.  

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She kills him.

WTF!

He consented.  She paused.  Did anyone hear him say ‘No’?

Next time she drugs him.  Then kills him.

WTF!

He consented.  She poked at his inert body.  He didn’t resist.

Next time, she asks him.  I’d really like to kill you. 

What?

Do you consent?

What?

She looks at the others.  I swear half of them are too stupid to live. 

She shoots him.

WTF!

Relax, no one saw me.  I’m an old woman.  Invisible. 

Unfuckable. 

Same thing.

Yeah.

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