Today’s feminists have a special gift for finding the sublime in what most other people consider grotesque.

Before delving into this likeness of a surreal dream, let’s agree on one thing: there is such a thing as objective reality. If we as human beings are to share the space our planet provides, it makes sense for us all to at least recognise the laws which govern our environment and biological existence – this way we can harm ourselves and each other less. Whilst good and evil are disputed as valid notions, there are aspects pertaining to human existence which are invariably negative, such as injuries, illnesses, physical suffering and death (although it sometimes puts an end to suffering, death is never the ideal outcome).

Re-framing a negative event in order to move on is nothing unusual or detrimental, if it remains at an individual level – for instance, many draw strength from the thought that trauma fortifies them and gives them more wisdom. Each person copes in their specific manner; the mind is truly amazing in finding resources to ensure our survival.

Nonetheless, what we are witnessing nowadays is an obsession with turning whatever is emotionally distressing (tragic, painful, shameful etc) into the unfortunate object of a street celebration. Those behind such initiatives seem unable to simply accept that bad things happen, sometimes they can’t be fixed and the only sane thing to do is carry on regardless. Their need to feel better about being embarrassed or blamed is so great that they embark on crusades to demonstrate the harmlessness or even positive aspects of what they experienced, even when there clearly aren’t any.

At the other end of the stick, there is the celebration of  aspects which completely contradict feminist principles (and human decency), for a purely political purpose.

Sexually transmitted diseases

For some people, being STD-positive has a double meaning.

Recently, there was an internet campaign aiming to “remove the stigma” of women having an STD. The motto was “shout your status”, apparently seeking to raise awareness about living with these conditions – with a positive spin.The logical question is why would people feel the need to justify having contracted an STD before the world, as if anyone could actually tell aside from sexual encounters (provided that the symptoms are visible – otherwise, not even then, though obviously, disclosing is a moral obligation). Assuming we’re not discussing Debbie Does Dallas, this is a very intimate problem. People can (and I’m sure many do) go through life without anyone unnecessarily finding out.Where is the stigma if nobody knows except people you can trust (if you trust them enough to sleep with them, presumably you trust them to keep a secret)?

The answer seems to be that they’re bothered by the yearly health-oriented campaigns for promoting safe sex by describing the symptoms and complications of STD’s. They walk by posters and panels urging young people to be cautious in order to avoid infection; the messages offend them. So instead of living with the mild inconvenience of brushing against these campaigns and guarding their secret with dignity, what they choose to do is to proudly “shout their status”.

By doing so, they implicitly encourage people to worry less about protection, by claiming that these diseases are not as bad as society makes them out to be, which can only result in more infections. I assume that matters less to them as long as they don’t get to see those bothersome posters. Imagine if someone who got lung cancer from smoking wanted to ban prevention campaigns because they made him/ her uncomfortable.


Pro-life or pro-choice, most people* agree on one thing: an abortion is not a positive experience. In the best case scenario, in terms of perception, it is the less destructive option; an extreme solution to an extreme situation, resulting in long lasting physical and psychological trauma. I dare say to sane people it’s never, ever, something to rejoice or take pride in. *I had written everyone, stupidly generalising, as that has been the discussion for many years, but had to correct after reading the article below.

Campaigns such as “Shout your abortion” not only seek to normalise this as a simple part of life, but have moved on to the next level – that of describing feelings of gratitude, perhaps even joy, after that event. Which is, of course, their own personal issue; I’m not in any way arguing that it was not genuine or that them feeling guilty or not feeling guilty would’ve affected anyone else. But selling this varnished, trivialised image of a radical act a woman can never undo, is irresponsible and nauseating.There are young women who grew up with this type of propaganda (though in a tamer form), had abortions and then became very depressed, for basically going against their own nature, after being told there would be no regrets and they’d simply get over it. I had a look at the Twitter page (which is enough to give anyone headaches as only half of the characters in the posts are actual letters) and found a group promoting clothing which depicts this procedure as something positive, for instance by adjoining the word “abortion” with love hearts (translation, I love abortion); if you don’t agree it translates I love murder, it does translate, the very least, I love death.

They are not fighting for any “rights”; what they want is popular acclaim – and of course, to support the abortion and body part trafficking franchise Planned Parenthood. Even after the recent scandal, some people unbelievably defend PP, akin to the beasts of Animal Farm, who believed the hospital had just borrowed a van from the horse butcher and was using it as an ambulance. In a similar fashion, these people reject the evidence their own eyes have seen and reframe it to fit their narrative.

This has gone too far. At this point it honestly makes me want to vomit. It has nothing to do with people who are disadvantaged and torn by the feeling that they have to make a crucial decision. This is pure flaunting and propagandising; possibly the ugliest tentacle of the feminist octopus to date.

Purposeful attempts to repel men

Perhaps in a desperate attempt to justify or sugarcoat their own loneliness, some feminists encourage women, especially young and impressionable ones, to neglect their appearance as a statement of independence and liberation.

Don’t get me wrong – I  feel sorry for those who place such an emphasis on their bodies they become obsessed, perfectionist and miserable; I think it’s absolutely stupid. But the other extreme, of taking pride in growing one’s armpit hair and dyeing it blue, “free-bleeding” in public and throwing away femininity altogether, is just as bad, if not worse. At least those who are very concerned with their image have a higher chance of finding a partner or succeeding in general.

I’m afraid the reverse has absolutely no positives to it. None.

Of course this is a personal issue and no one is accountable before society for how they look or act. If they are happy enough and have a fulfilling life; if their partner is happy enough as well, who the hell cares. However, as heterosexual women (I have no idea how lesbians see this), deciding to go completely “butch” is not a good idea.

What concerns me (and others) is that feminists are brainwashing developing generations into thinking there is no advantage in traditional femininity, which is a lie, as attraction as men experience it is biological to begin with; it needn’t stay that way, of course, but that is generally the starting point. Deciding to renounce it only reduces their interest and reduces the chances of bonding romantically with them. And that is coming from someone who usually abhors stereotypes and swears like a docker (not for effect but out of habit).

Again, there’s nothing odd about wearing typically male clothes if they suit you and that is your preference; women can still be feminine in a boiler suit. Just don’t do it as a statement and tailor a matching “in your face” attitude in order to “prove something”, or worse, appearing to want to spite men (but secretly wanting to get their attention), as that is not appealing to them in the slightest. Presuming you don’t aspire to grow old saying good night to a dozen cats (sorry for stereotyping).


As proud carriers of the progressive virus flag, feminists emphasise the imperiousness of showing respect to diverse cultures and religions (Christianity excluded, of course). Traditionally, they have been affiliated with atheism, due to its facilitation of some feminist points of view, which contradict religiously-inspired conservatism (such as the rejection of the family unit and gender roles, utilitarian killing etc). Nowadays, however, they rally in support of Islam, which is, paradoxically, the most oppressive major religion on the planet and particularly oppressive to women.

One could argue that the support the radical faction of the Muslim community receives from feminists is declarative and expressed from a safe distance; however, representatives of the two ideologies do mingle sometimes, as shown in this article, which describes a conference organised (partially) by feminists, inviting jihadists who supported stoning women for adultery.

There is no point listing the crimes of this religion against girls and women, as the internet is replete with information. One would naturally think such an alliance worthy of some dark comedy; it is also reminiscent of Orwell’s dystopia, where oxymorons were as common as daylight.

In a nutshell, feminism seems to be celebrating the ugly and dark part of life – death, disease, rejection, loneliness, genuine oppression.

Again, as with SJW’s in general, this is darker even than modern day Satanism.