The anti-feminine package

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Christy Mack Prof. of Skankology, Accidental Trollop University

"Let Me Tell You a Story to Chill the Bones, 'Bout a Thing That I Saw..."


Ladies and gentlemen, if I may ask for your indulgence, let me spin you a little yarn.

It's the tale of a young man devoted to his family and his friends. He was blessed to grow up with two parents who love each other very much, who have been together for decades, and who were committed to raising their children to be strong, capable, intelligent, and independent.

He has a sister, considerably younger than himself, who he loves very much. Growing up, they always had the usual "sibling issues", but by the time he went off to university, they had sorted themselves and each other out; they were, and remain, very close.

A few years ago, that same sister went off to college, in America. This man, living and working in America as he was, would often have his sister over at his apartment to stay with him, whereupon he would always do his level best to spoil her rotten. This was very much appreciated by both parties and by their parents, who were happy to see their little girl being well taken care of.

Yet this man, having come upon the wisdom of the Red Pill shortly after his sister went to university, was ever observant over time, and he could see the pernicious effect that undergraduate so-called "education" in America was having upon his beloved little sister.

At the end of her first year, she spent a good deal of time babbling about her desire to study something calling itself "linguistic neuroanthropology" for her major, the content and value of which this man simply could not comprehend despite having a Master's degree in a highly quantitative discipline. He tried, with some success, to dissuade her from pursuing a college degree that would in the end be worth less than the paper it was printed on.

By the second year, his sister- who had always had weight problems- ballooned significantly due to the usual toxic mix of alcohol, high-starch food, and lack of exercise that is so common at American liberal arts colleges. Their parents gave her a very hard time that year to do something about her weight, especially since they could see that their son had experienced considerable success in dropping flab and gaining muscle through simple application of hard work and dedication to the Iron God.

Even so, my friend retained some hope that his sister would turn out all right, that college wouldn't turn her into some sort of uber-feminist harridan.

But by her third year in college, that hope was well and truly shattered. She went and got herself a tattoo- a large one, not easily hidden- on the grounds that she had every right to do it, being an adult and a grown woman and having paid for it herself, etc. As a principled paleolibertarian, my friend could only voice his strong objections based on cosmetic and moral grounds, but could not in good conscience tell her that she was wrong to do it.

And when she came home for the annual family holiday at the end of that year, he found her almost impossible to talk to; the fun-loving, witty, warm little brat that he'd loved and protected all of her life had turned into a sarcastic, foul-mouthed, unapproachable bundle of neuroses and feminist talking points.

Things improved after she graduated, but not by much. And when she came home last year, he saw that she had taken a lawnmower to her hair, given herself a "Skrillex haircut", and dyed part of her hair a bright neon colour. Her tattoo, of course, was still very much in evidence.

And when the usual family discussions kicked off about Man's rights, the place of government in a free society, and Man's relationship with his fellows, he found himself facing a deluge of nonsense about "social justice" and "privilege" that required him to refrain from slapping down such silliness a la Vox Day in order to preserve peace in the household. Given his highly argumentative nature, and the depth and breadth of his knowledge on those subjects, it was not easy.

To top it all off, just recently he said, a note of slight despair in his voice, that she'd just gotten her nose pierced. As he said that day, "tattoo, Skrillex cut, and nose piercing- Lord help her, she's gone and gotten the Unholy Trinity".

The astute reader might infer from all of this that he was, perhaps, less than thrilled about his sister's choices.

Yet, as he pointed out in a voice filled with both weary resignation and a loving brother's worried foreboding, he could not stop her from making these choices. As a responsible and educated adult, they were hers to make.

Anti-Girl-Game

Female armor in RPGs
And with good reason
He is right to be concerned. What his sister has done may well make her feel good, right now. But those choices send a very clear message to those around her: she does not value her femininity.

This is, sadly, a very common story in today's day and age. Women are told incessantly by their peers and teachers and parents and co-workers that they can do anything and be whatever they want to be. Putting aside certain biological, physiological, and psychological realities getting in the way of such treacly sentiments, there is nothing particularly wrong with this advice (subject to the aforementioned caveats, of course).

However, young women are also being told that the key to being strong and independent is to look and act like men- ugly men, at that. And that is where things go quite horribly wrong. By taking and acting on such advice, women immediately devalue their most important asset- their own femininity.

By cutting their hair, women immediately destroy one of their most obvious and visible cues of health, beauty, and fertility.

By tattooing their flesh, women immediately desecrate their bodies with ink-work that will, more often than not, stay with them permanently- and will deform, wrinkle, and sag along with the rest of their skin.

By piercing various body parts, women immediately festoon themselves with ugly, non-functional bits of metal that do little or nothing to enhance their appearance.

(By the way, it is common in South and Southeast Asia for engaged and married women to pierce their noses with a simple metal ring. As a matter of personal preference, I must confess that I've never much liked that look, regardless of a woman's origins. Indeed, women who pierce their noses often have to be festooned with decorative marriage jewelry in order to look good with them- mostly because the other jewelry serves to distract one from the ugly piercing.)

Indian Bridal Jewelry Sets
It doesn't even make Aishwarya Rai look good
A woman who does all three things at once may well feel "empowered" and "strong" by doing so, at least for a little while. But there is a very real price to be paid for such folly.

By degrading her femininity in such a fashion, a woman sends out very clear signals- whether she intends to or not- to others about what kind of person she is. Even if said woman is decent and chaste and virtuous in everyday behaviour, her willingness to treat her body as a theme park will transmit the exact opposite message to other men and women.

Women who make these choices can and must be held responsible for the consequences of their actions. Which is why, ultimately, my friend knows full well that the day is likely to come when he will hear his sister asking why she can't find a good man to settle down with, who will treat her like the lady that she has been told she is. And he will have no choice at that point but to deliver a needle-sharp dose of reality right between the eyes to someone that he loves, possibly hurting her very badly in the process:
It's your own fault, you now understand why I was right, and now it's too late.

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