“Modern feminism can’t agree on what a woman is. It’s defended violent male predators in women’s prisons and stayed silent on UK rape gangs to avoid being called racist.” — SOTI.
There are all sorts of social couplings [sic] that anyone with a brain could see would lead to trouble. (Note the “with a brain” stipulation; this will be important later.) Allow me to list but a few.
- Men (even men who think they’re women) allowed access to a woman’s changing room: trouble.
- Homosexual Boy Scout leaders being allowed to run Scout troops full of young boys: trouble.
- Female sailors forced to share quarters with male sailors on board a Navy vessel: trouble.
- Male prison warders being employed in women’s prisons: trouble.
- Female prison warders being employed in men’s prisons. trouble.
My point is that common sense would dictate that all the above should be recognized as being potentially troublesome, because everyday experience (not to mention history) can provide endless examples thereof. (Here’s one example of the last in the above list.)
And yet all the above silliness is not only allowed, but encouraged — and then when the S Hits The F, everyone is surprised? (Well, I’m not surprised, and nor is anyone with some vestige of common sense.)
Frankly, I’m done with all of it. Let the social experimenters continue with their endless, foolish experiments, I don’t care a fig.
If girls get raped by men in their high school- or college toilets and locker rooms, I don’t care.
If boys come back from their Scout camps with a shiny new Fellatio Badge: hang the offending Scout leaders and fine / flog / imprison the parents for their negligence; I don’t care.
If every female sailor gets pregnant and has to go on some kind of lifetime G.I. benefits, and ships sink because of a shortage of sailors; so be it.
If the incidence of rape by male warders skyrockets in women’s prisons; whatever.
If female warders get pregnant by their convict boyfriends or help said boyfriends get access to drugs, booze or guns; tell someone who cares.
I’m not interested in getting excited about foolishness and its many consequences.
Because if I do get excited about all the above, then I’m the intolerant one, the male chauvinist, the right-winger, the whatever.
I don’t care about that, either. FOAD, the lot of you.
