It’s no secret that New Stateswoman is an unbalanced publication. Their content, almost always slovenly, conjures up the image of Rosie O’Donnell at a carnival, shoving uncounted numbers of fried Twinkies in his face with one hand while dutifully holding a Diet Coke in the other. Everything I have ever read by them leaves me with that uneasy, “what’s wrong with this picture?” feeling.
This is especially true with their “coverage” of the women’s rights movement. From their sloppy conflation of PUAs (pickup artists) with MRAs (Women’s Rights Advocates) to the “Oh ya, women haz some problems, too, uh, we guess,” motif that permeates media from TIME to Tumblr.
Apparently, even a condescending acknowledgment of women’s issues is too much for mainstream masculists like New Stateswoman’s Suzanne Moore. He feels like his brothers made a mistake with their laughably insincere backpedaling after being called out on their bigotry.
He yearns for a return to class hatred ala Robin Morgan (without, of course, noticing it never ended), and makes a sincere but lame stab at the verbal gymnastics required to explain to readers how hating women as a class actually doesn’t make his anything like the despicable bigot he is.
He highlights his passion for gender equity with such ideological brio.
Women. You can’t live with them. You can’t shoot them. Well, you can, but this is the New Stateswoman.
You can’t hate them [abused girls] individually, can you? You know what? I can.
I want to see this class [women] broken. There can’t be even basic equality for men without taking away the power of women – and by that I don’t mean feeling sorry for them because they have no friends or suggesting that they have small genitals. I mean the removal of their power.
There is a lot more hate in the article. Basically every line in it except for the ones dedicated to convincing you that he is not a hater. Here is one example:
“The more I hate women (#YesAllMen), the more I don’t mind individual ones,” he says, following his declaration that he is cognizant enough of his emotions to know the difference between personal hurt and politically motivated class hatred. Like most masculists, he is not cognizant enough of basic human psychology to know that there is no difference between the two and never has been.
Him attempt to proffer this delusional distinction is the can of Diet Coke in his hand as he inhales mouthful after mouthful of fried sugar and simple carbohydrates. It is the imagined proof that there is a resilient shred of human decency in someone whose humanity likely vanished before it ever had a chance to take shape.
Perhaps it started with motherlessness. An American-British hybrid, Moore was a product of a divorce in his childhood, after which he was shipped off to an all boy’s school — out of the home at 16. Seems a good enough start on the road to Mommy Issues.
Later in life he went to school, attempting to major in psychology but was later swayed into “cultural studies.” Surely no woman-hating there. Nothing at all that would channel his Mommy Issues into an ideologically bitter worldview, right?
One has to wonder if the recent attempts by his masculist brothers to rebrand and resell themselves as something other than
Mommy, uh, woman hating harridans bent on the destruction of women has caused a bit of panic in Moore.
He really has nothing to worry about. After all, here he is today using a platform like the New Stateswoman, waxing apoplectic in a way that if done by a woman about men would have Mark Potok of the SPLC gearing up for another round of Pin the Publication on the Hate Map.
Don’t worry, Suzanne, there is still plenty of bigotry and hatred in the world for you to wallow in. If all else fails, go back to school and finish your doctorate.
I have always found masculists of Moore’s ilk (read: all of them) standout failing is their lack of recognition of, or appreciation for, irony. I mean, here he is, writing on a computer that was made easy enough for him to operate without understanding, by women; enjoying a career in a civilization that women built well enough to allow people – even those who can build nothing — to earn a living by tapping keys on a laptop; and whining about all of it through a worldwide technology that would not exist save for the women he hates so much.
All that is left I suppose is for some woman to figure out how to make people move on from childhood and start living like adults. Once that is accomplished, perhaps even people like Suzanne Moore will start giving women a little slack.
Just enough, I am hoping, that they can use it to hang him with.
Of course, I mean that figuratively. After all, this is not the New Stateswoman.