Not long after the inauguration, when Big Feminism threw their nationwide “Women’s March” in media centers around the country, I heard the usual suspects hyperventilating about all the “strong, fearless, powerful women” who were converging for the marches.
Of course, I saw episodes like t his…
…and observed that it’s always the “feminists” – male and female – who jabber the hardest about how strong, fearless, powerful and “fierce” they are that are the first do dive into ofay ad hominem babble (“your male privilege…”, “mansplaining”) if you dare dissent from their current gospel in any way.
(I was also tempted to find some of those precious little snowflakes and ask them if they though they could last twenty minutes in my grandmother’s shoes; she, who raised my dad by herself while running a photography studio, in a small town, during WW2? I think not).
David French on feminism’s new shiny toy, the “Fierce Girl”:
We are living in the age of the fierce girl. That’s the new feminist ideal. Do you want to make online feminists furious? Just try writing a television or movie script that even implies that “damsels in distress” need any man to rescue them from danger. No indeed. The modern female action star can take down any number of burly men. Doubt me? Watch Charlize Theron destroy man after man in this trailer for Atomic Blonde.
It’s modern feminism, telling modern women what they must do and be with their newfound “choice”.
I suggest “Big Feminism” wear black, I hear it’s slimming and appropriate for all occasions.
Sure, why not give women another impossible standard to measure up to? If they start believing that Charlize Theron or 102-lb Zoe Saldana can kick a 250 lb. man through a wall then they’ll be equal with me, imagining I can go all Tom Cruise/Jack Reacher on 5 terrorists at once.
And yet they are completely blind to the most brutally anti-female force in the world today.
Fierce girls tromp bad guys in movie-land morality plays, so long as the bad guys follow the dominant patriarchal societal script that it’s against the rules for boys to hit girls. Grrrrl Powr is the kitten growling at the Rottweiler.
In real life, hot chicks don’t walk down dark alleys alone at night because thugs who never learned to read so good, don’t follow scripts. The ancient patriarchal rules of societal order that feminists love to hate, do not apply in this place.
As long as it’s all make-believe for the movies, Grrl Powr does minimal harm. The danger arises when a new generation is unable to distinguish script from reality.
Antifa tromp Citizens so long as the Citizens follow the script that says it’s against the rules for Citizens to hit Antifa protesters back. Democrats tromp Republicans as long as Republicans follow the script that says they must surrender every issue to avoid being called names. Backwater nations tromp the United States as long as the US follows the script that says we must patiently subsidize their hatred.
Liberals, Democrats, backwater nations, and yes, feminists, are kittens who get away with growling at Rottweilers on forbearance of their opponents. The “fierce kitten” is cute for a while. But don’t make the Rottweiler angry.
I hear Charlize Theron will be starting middle linebacker this season for the Vikes. It will be a 15-yard penalty and game ejection for hitting her in the ovaries.
To be fair, I’ve known a fair number of women who could kick a 250 lb man through a wall, although most of them weighed about 140 lbs or so and had been doing martial arts for years (one of them knocked me 15′ in the air across the dojo by accident in a sparring match while trying to pull the kick I rushed into).
But as for “fierce” feminist women? Given that they are supposed to be unforgiving, remorseless, uninhibited attack machines, I believe that the old fashioned term referring to female dogs is more appropriate to them than “fierce”. It’s one thing to be determined, another to be ruthlessly aggressive and unable to compromise, think, or argue persuasively.
DG: See this
(And believe me, DG, I wish I could post today’s comment. A reference to “Republican War on Science” from someone who believes that gender-reassignment surgery changes the patient’s DNA would be comedy gold).
So fierce they _need_ Saudi Arabia on the UN womens rights commission:
http://hotair.com/archives/2017/04/24/great-news-un-adds-saudi-arabia-womens-rights-commission/
When I think of a “Fierce Girl” I think of Maggie Thatcher. She took down many a large man (especially Liberals). The snowflakes pale in comparison to the Iron Lady, or other truly powerful women.
According to our job description, we are supposed to be able to change a tire on one of our 4WD’s unassisted.
The spares are full size 17″ steel rim. They weigh about 70 lbs.
Some of my female coworkers weigh around 100 lbs.
I’ve never actually seen any of them change a flat tire, and we get a flat about once a month. I’m not saying that they can’t do it, it’s just that I’ve never actually seen any of them make the attempt.
My daughters are learning how to drive, and sadly for them, our vehicles are of the “bigger” variety that seems to happen when you have six kids. Every one of them has needed my help removing the tire and loosening lug nuts when the time came for them to learn how to change a tire.
Now when they’re out on their own, theoretically we’ll be getting them smaller vehicles with lighter tires and all, but it’s telling that they’re not able to do what their 48 year old (and fat) dad does without breaking a sweat. Good kids, healthy, all that, just not up to P265/75R16 with rims.
Video reminds me of the Rush Limbaugh bit for “Feminism Updates”; “We’re fierce, we’re feminists, and we’re in your face.” There are all kinds of beautiful, wonderful things about femininity, but as a rule, kicking the starting linebackers for the Green Bay Packers through a brick wall is not among them.
Whenever I hear mention of the Fearless Girl statue, or some related feminist clatter, my brain re-runs the tape of the chick in dreadlocks getting clobbered with a straight right by the Trump defender in Berkeley. POW! Not in this lifetime, sista!
bb;
My son would have told me that I had many more years of muscle development than he does and I’m 63.
When my youngest daughter was in her early teens she took a couple years of martial arts training. She was pretty decent, on the demo team for her dojo, and feeling pretty cocky about it. Perhaps a little too cocky for safety’s sake. I talked to her about it a couple of times but she was pretty sure she could take care of her self.
So, with her mother as referee, I grabbed her from behind in a bear-hug, pinning her arms to her sides and told her to escape. I lifted her up off her feet as she struggled for leverage in trying to kick or hook my legs, and kept my head away from hers. I had 100 pounds on her, at least. When I put her feet back on the ground I was ready for the drop-evasion move (having watched her class sessions) and followed her right down, pancaking her under me. “And now you’ve got a problem,” I said.
She was so mad. “It would be different if I wasn’t concerned about not hurting you,” she said. “Same here,” I replied. “Imagine if I wasn’t. I’m old and slow but mass has it’s advantages. The point is, avoid any fight that you can, and if it is inevitable, use your skills to create space to escape and run like hell. If you are able to disable your attacker in the process, great, but don’t bet your life on being able to do it.”
DG,
Further proof that you post without reading. At 11:06, you were told to see this, because until you change your behavior, I’m not posting your comments.
And yet you just left another long, borderline-incoherent comment.
You’re proving my judgment correct.
Everyone is a ninja until teeth start getting knocked out..
Mamm, I gotta tell ya; changing a tire at 13000 feet would kick my ass. I know I could do it, but there would be several rest periods involved.
Bosshoss; my son would tell me I had many more years of belly development than he did. And then he’d run. :^)
Alt-Good Swiftee on April 24, 2017 at 3:04 pm said:
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Mamm, I gotta tell ya; changing a tire at 13000 feet would kick my ass. I know I could do it, but there would be several rest periods involved.
At work we spend far more time discussing the company’s vehicle policies than talking about astronomy.
For a week I’ll be included on an email chain about a flat tire and who is supposed to fix it.
Being a man of action, when I go on shift, I take charge of the situation and order the new guy to change the damn tire.
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My daughter once told me that my six pack abs, was missing a couple of cans. Probably getting back at me for all of the dumb jokes I told around her and her friends when they were hanging out at our house.
Thanks for the morning giggle, MP 🙂