When I’m thoroughly disturbed by something I read in mainstream online magazines, it is of some small comfort to learn that others out there in this big ole’ world are equally disturbed. So for the cathartic benefit of knowing we are not alone, I link to this take on the abortion
love story. Here’s the part I like best:
I am sick at heart because I keep thinking about Josh, and about all the men who are utterly messed up by women who treat them like semi-attractive, gift-bearing sub-humans–like genies, perhaps–using them and judging them and blaming them for being who they are instead of who the women want them to be.
Men are just as human as we are. Honestly. They have different problems, they have different weaknesses, they even have some different sins. But male friends deserve the same respect as female friends. We need to be gentle with them. We need to be careful of their feelings. The chattering classes have granted women the permission to use men for sex, to judge them constantly, to blame them constantly for non-sins. We should tell the chattering classes to go to hell.
What I like best is that she doesn’t let this woman off the hook for one second. She points a laser beam at all the problems, with some level of accuracy, I’d guess. Where your standard Canadian reader might be thinking, oh, poor dear, got herself into a difficult one, there, didn’t she! Or something along those lines. I’m not in favour of unduly blaming one gender over the other. But one of the many myriad problems with political correctness combined with strident feminism is that women have learned to expect a free pass. And I’m not in favour of that, either.by