There are three reasons men declare themselves feminists.
Firstly, they’re frightened. They’re so terrified of women’s rage that they want to make it clear from the off that they’re not one of those abusing, bully-ing men they’ve heard about. They want to ingratiate themselves with women by announcing their reconstructed ideology. Like guilty dogs rolling over and thwacking their tails on the carpet in supplication, they seem to be pleading: ‘Don’t hit me! I’m harmless. I’m a feminist!’
Wäre interessant das mal zu erforschen: Ist ein gewisser Teil männlicher Feministen schlicht voller Angst vor Frauen? Hoffen sie es auf diese Weise richtig zu machen und so die Gunst der Frauen zu erhalten? Wären dann eher die Mitläufer als die aktiven, die selbst gegen die Unterdrückung ankämpfen.
There’s another category of men who simply hate themselves. Little do they know how unattractive this is to women as they announce, thinking they’re being honest, that they’re actually loathsome, vile human beings, horrible people who can’t help thinking about sex all the time, slimy abusive toads, worthless fantasists who, if it weren’t illegal, would, at the drop of a hat, love to be popping out from behind bushes to assault passing women. They go along with the idea that men are the oppressor class, attributing collective guilt to an entire category of human beings. And we all know where that kind of thinking leads.
Ohne etwas Selbsthass kommt man als männlicher Feminist ja kaum hin. Klar, man kann sich in die Idee flüchten, dass man ja einer von den Guten ist und alle anderen die Schlechten, aber dann muss man ja zumindest anerkennen, dass man dennoch ein Mann ist, privilegiert, Frauen benachteiligend durch schlichtes Sein. Feministinnen werden einen gerne daran erinnern.
And finally, there are the ones who declare themselves feminists in order to establish male superiority. They know we’re weak and vulnerable, and they want to take care of us and protect — all of this with the deeply patronising assumption we need protecting. Listen to Robert Crampton, the Times’s self-styled (typically) Beta Male. He always sounds like an amiable bloke, but riddled with self-doubt. Except when it comes to feminism. He clearly wants to be thought of as ‘on side’.
Der WhiteKnight, der für Frauen kämpfen will. Eigentlich der ironischste aller männlichen Feministen.
Der letzgenannte hat dann wohl folgendes ausgeführt:
‘I welcome the fact that #MeToo is concentrating on less serious forms of abuse…’ he wrote last year. ‘The vast majority of decent blokes have nothing to fear from a widening of the net. We have, rather, a lot to gain. I don’t want my wife or daughter to be subject to the beeping car horn in the street, the bellowed yell, the growled reference, or the sly, salivating suggestion.’
Das interpretiert sie bereits als eine Form der Bevormundung, bei der sie anführt, dass Frauen das keineswegs so sehen müssen:
There’s something about the phrase ‘I don’t want my wife or daughter’ that reeks not of care but of ownership. Far from striking the right-on note that he may have intended, it makes him sound like Mervyn Griffith-Jones, the judge in the Lady Chatterley obscenity trial, whose much-quoted opening remarks questioned whether Lawrence’s novel was the sort of thing you’d want ‘your wife or servants to read’.
Isn’t it up to the wife or daughter to say whether she hates being subjected to the beeping car horn and so on? Speaking personally, from my youth onwards, I, like many of my contemporaries, felt extremely pleased to be wolf-whistled in the street and I’ve always walked even taller after the merest mutter of appreciation.
Rather than stop men wolf-whistling at women, what about encouraging women to wolf-whistle at men? Even I, at my great age, have occasionally found myself captivated by some sexy bloke with a beautiful figure, beautiful face and beautiful clothes opposite me on the Tube. I’m no sexual predator, but all I can do on the journey is to stare at a reflection of him in a window with one eye while keeping my other focused on some dreary article in a free newspaper.
Occasionally I dare to say to these blokes, as I step swiftly off the train, ‘I love your look’ (the rather pathetic female version of a wolf-whistle). And in their grateful smiles of pleasure I don’t get the feeling that they feel abused.
Of course we want to be loved for our hearts and minds. But to be appreciated as a sexual object — why not? Admiration is always welcome. The more the merrier.
We women are quite powerful enough not to need men to protect us, like princesses in fairy tales. The reason some men have taken up the feminist cause is precisely because latter-day feminists actually espouse an anti-feminist movement, because in defining women as ‘victims’ or ‘vulnerable’, they infantilise them, making them out to be like characters in a Victorian novel.
No wonder some men want to join them.
Das ist eine Darstellung, die dem dunklen Bild des Feminismus – alles sexuelle ist Gewalt und Unterdrückung – ein helles entgegensetzt – das sexuelle ist gut und freundlich. Beide unterschlagen dann eben, dass beides vorliegen kann, je nach der jeweiligen Haltung.