One of the weirder tics of modern life is that the utterly bizarre opinions of obviously warped people are increasingly being treated as just intriguing political opinions worth sharing with the world.
I could give you a lot of examples of this type thinking, but I want to focus on man-hating.
Men who hate women have been rightly relegated to eye-roll territory in comment sections while women who hate men get columns in major liberal publications. Here’s one of many examples from Slate. It’s called “The Rage of All Women.” I know an awful lot of women who don’t seem to be full of rage, but let’s see what the author has to say,
“I’d recently been scanning the men coming into my workplace, wondering about their histories of sexual assault. Is he a rapist? What about him? Where does he fall on the creep scale? It was an old impulse that had returned in force as the nation debated just how many of their husbands, brothers, and sons were perpetrators, given that one in three American women experience sexual violence in their lifetimes. Republicans insisted that men were the ones who should be afraid, while women recounted the everyday, harrowing ways we reroute our lives to avoid assault. My ‘woke’ male co-workers made #MeToo jokes, as if the whole thing were a funny spectacle. It was enough to make me want to stop talking to men entirely. Yet still, inside my head, the #NotAllMen chorus roared. What about the dad of two who likes all my angry tweets? Or the guy who showed up at the hospital with too much food when my spouse was in labor? Or my friends who are trans men? Patriarchy runs so deep that I defend hypothetical men’s feelings right away, even to myself.”