The problem is mainly that men are - in general - not as verbally nimble as women. And they can't spout things out so quickly and effectively on the spur of the moment as women can. In addition, most men know that if they try to counter a feminist argument in public, the feminist-minded woman could very likely become hysterical, twist the man's words, make an emotional scene, imply that he is a woman-hating wife-beating rape appologist etc.
he he he.
Yesterday, my son and I were on a tour of a college campus, scouting where he might attend in the fall. It was just the two of us on the tour, with a junior coed, double majoring in political science or philosophy and sociology or some such stuff. Bright, articulate young woman. She'd be considered attractive by most people. It was a small, private college on the east coast. As she's giving us the tour she leads us into the hall where student productions are done. A nice auditorium, nothing fancy. She explains that the student productions are held four times per year, and they also do other events, and she rattles off a few names and very brightly and smoothly includes "The Vagina Monologues" without skipping a beat but done very much on purpose, I suspect, for the "enlightenment" of her captive male audience. My son catches the phrase, of course, and looks at me without saying anything but his countenance completely says "Did I just hear what I
thought I heard, and, if I did, what the
f*** does it mean?" These are the public educational moments I relish. I glanced at the young woman and looked my son full in the eyes and, with the slightest grin, explained it in two decisive words: "Feminist propoganda."
The young woman flashed a look as if to say: "Did I just hear what I thought I heard, and, if I did, what the f*** does it mean?" Our tour continued without further ado and no more politicizing.
Only later did I feel not so pissed at her bringing up the Monologues at all but that
that was the production that was uppermost in her mind, that she felt compelled to share with us, not something by the Greeks, or Shakespeare, or, hell, even Wilde or something as silly as "Our Town". No. Throw the canon of western civilization out and let's all gather 'round the maypole and chant "cunt, cunt, cunt" over and over. Very liberating.
That was what was so discouraging to me.
And feminists wonder why men don't take them seriously. :roll: