Feminist Fred

I just got my copy of Catherine MacKinnon’s Only Words in the mail and it is breathtaking. I’m afraid to even show it to my wife because I almost cried three times in the first five pages. She ruthlessly and beautifully lays out the hideous lies about pornography in the most stunning prose, effortlessly building from one undeniable truth to the next. It’s one of the greatest works of feminist thought I’ve ever read. 

Which brings me to my thought about the wanna-be feminist in The Guardian this week. He wants to help the feminist movement and is outraged that he isn’t being welcomed as God’s gift to women. We don’t need any men telling us about how it feels to be an oppressed woman, and we don’t need any men trying to help when we’ve got god-like geniuses like MacKinnon and Dworkin and even my personal hero Twisty Faster who can do it so much better than he could ever hope to.