I understand you.
More importantly, I understand why you call yourself feminists. It’s simple: You want to be seen as equals.
I understand you because I was once one of you.
The thing that separates me from the majority of Western feminists is that one day I woke up and realized that the only way to fight actual sexists was to prove them wrong through being excellent.
To be fair, I called myself a feminist because I wanted to help free women in the Middle East, Africa, and Asia, women like Malala Yousafzai who are denied the right to speak freely and to pursue an education. I soon realized that this was not what the modern Western feminist movement was about. Feminists are no longer independent, working women. Nope. Instead, they’ve become over-privileged, limousine-socialists who demand free stuff from the government instead of demanding freedom.
The modern feminist movement isn’t about freedom or equality of opportunity. It’s about Marxist intersectionality, false rape statistics, mythical wage gaps that no economists take seriously, Lena Dunham, trigger warnings and safe spaces. You are, as Christina Hoff Sommers calls you, “fainting couch feminists.”
You people are more offended by Marine Le Pen refusing to wear a veil than you’re offended by forced veiling in Iraq, Syria, Iran, Sudan, the United Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia and Palestinian areas.
You’re more offended by someone criticizing Iran than you’re offended by the cultish, theocratic, totalitarian government of Iran allowing grown men to marry nine-year-old girls. (Because tolerance!)
You’re more offended by conservatives wanting to cut federal funding to an organization that murders babies in their mothers’ wombs (the definition of corporate welfare by the way) than you’re offended by the estimated 66,000 victims of female genital mutilation and 11,000 victims of “honor crimes” in the United Kingdom alone.
You’re more offended by a non-existent wave of rising “hate crimes” in the U.S. (for which, if real, the perpetrators are almost always tried and convicted) than you’re offended by women being stoned to death for adultery in Saudi Arabia.
You don’t care about women. You care about your ideology.
Fortunately for you, you don’t live in Saudi Arabia. You live in the United States of America. In 2017. To borrow your idiotic phrase, check your f***ing privilege.
Last month on my birthday, I went to the movies with some friends to see the Academy Award-nominated film, Hidden Figures. Throughout the inspiring movie, I was reminded of a theme my mother and grandmother instilled in me as a child.
“You can’t argue with excellence,” they said. They were right, and the “computers in skirts” in Hidden Figures proved it.
To top it all off, Katherine Johnson, Mary Jackson, and Dorothy Vaughan had actual systematic oppression to fight.
You beat men over the head with this irrational, unsubstantiated “white-heterosexual-cisgender-male privilege.” Want to talk about privilege? Living in the United States of America in 2017 is the greatest privilege ever known to mankind.
In the West, all you have to do to fight the non-systematic sexism is be excellent. Be the smartest person in the room. Be the best person for the job, and if you’re still denied the opportunity, then it’s the sexist jerk who misses out. It’s he who loses out on profit. Ah, gotta love the free market!
If you encounter real sexism in the West (and no, saying only women can give birth is not sexism), prove them wrong.
Don’t check your privilege…because that’s stupid. Instead, check your choices.
Did you graduate high school? Did you get a steady job? Did you fight your way up the business ladder? Did you go to college? If so, what did you major in? Do you plan on being a doctor, a lawyer, a Wall Street tycoon, or did you major in gender studies?
Here, you are free. Not only are you a free woman, but you are also among the freest and most prosperous people in all of human history. So let your choices demand respect. Let your excellence demand respect. Don’t demand it unearned. Fight for it. I, for one, sure plan on it.
And finally, stop whining and go to work.
The Rational Millennial