Supremicists are pathetic. White supremacists may be the most notable of the breed. Their websites are loaded with scary-looking skulls and lightning bolts, but their prose is barely literate and their “proofs” of their superiority tend to be long-ago debunked books and transparently bogus “scientific evidence.”
They operate in cells of one (or two or three) not because it’s a wise security measure but because they can’t get along with each other for 10 minutes. And much of their semi-literate ranting consists of denunciations of each other.
Not one of these “superior” beings has made a single impressive accomplishment in any area of endeavor — except, rarely, murder. Which gets headlines but fails to impress as a great work of humanity.
But they are far from the only variety of supremacist, and all of them are pathetic.
My dad was a male supremacist — a common thing in those days. A lot of my friends’ fathers were similar. He sneered at all women, and any time a woman did something he didn’t approve, it had to do with being female.
If a male driver did something stupid, it was because he was a dumbass or a jerk. If a woman driver did the same thing, it was because she was a woman.
All women were terrible with money. Never mind that when my weary mother finally handed the household finances over to Dad after years of belittlement, he took us from an ordinary working-class existence to the brink of bankruptcy in months.
All men were stronger, better, and smarter in every way than all women. Yet somehow, women were always able to control men.
God (whom Dad otherwise paid very little attention to) gave all men divine authority to rule over all women and children. Those women and children who didn’t submit were “unnatural.” Dad never realized he possessed absolutely no leadership ability, forcing my mother to organize the family and driving us kids into subterfuge (sis), avoidance (bro), or rebellion (me).
That he resorted to violence to prove his superiority was a tragedy. It got plenty of notice. But it failed to impress.
Now it seems we’re developing a class of female supremacists, mostly headquartered in academia where it’s very easy to think of yourself as a superior being.
So far, their pronouncements are focused more on how bad men and boys are are — rapists, excluders, insensitive, inherently violent, in need of being tightly controlled by the female-led bureaucracies of schools or the mighty hammer of law and regulation. Few of these self-righteous, hate-filled pronunciators are explicitly touting their own superiority as females.
But focusing on the badness of the “other” is the same as proclaiming your own superiority. Just a matter of emphasis.
Fortunately, I haven’t gotten close to too many of these female supremicists, but certainly the ones who’ve gotten the most press — from the early MacKinnon-Dworkin complex to the current crop of mattress-toting or wolf-crying rape claimants — also fail to impress.
Would have been nice had the feminist movement of the 70s ended up empowering both men and women. Would have been great to see us all free to be more ourselves, to take on the roles we’re personally best-suited for and happiest with, regardless of stereotypes. That’s happened to a certain extent, though women have benefited far more than men. And it seems too often that, rather than sharing and enjoying personal power, empowering women has discouraged and (dare I say) unmanned men.
Now it’s sad to see men falling from economic and social grace while female supremacists try to push the guys down even farther.
On a related topic …
I woke up this morning to a pronouncement from Commentariat member KiA that my “… course of actions regarding the xtera make some sense only when filed under Female.”
KiA didn’t deign to provide enlightenment re how my attempts to fix the Xterra are estrogen-overdosed and testosterone-deficient. I’ve asked him to clarify that.
His comment made me laugh. But it also got me started on this topic because it reminded me of Dad. And cars. I could tell you — oh could I tell you! — about the times my young-adult self visited my parents, arriving in a perfectly functioning vehicle, only to find it dead when I went to leave. Because Dad had read something in Popular Science and wanted to “improve” my car’s engine.
I could tell you about the childhood expedition where Mom and a carload of kids ended up stranded in the mountains in a car with a cracked block. Mom had implored Dad to take the car to a shop for problems it was having. He told her he had done so when he’d actually attempted some cheap make-do repair himself.
I could tell you and tell you and tell you stories like that. Plenty of testosterone. Divine superiority. No common sense. Disaster.
And all because Dad felt he had to do “the things a man does” even when experience should have told him not to do them. All because he’d been raised in a culture of male supremacy and spent his whole sad life feeling like he had to live up to a certain arbitrary standard of “maleness,” no matter what perfectly awful result it achieved.
I am most gratefully grateful for the Commentariat members (mostly, but not exclusively, male) who’ve given advice on the Xterra. I long ago gave up the notion that being equal means being the same. I say thank heaven and glory halellujah for the guys who are better at fixing mechanical things, reasoning out problems, or staying calm in a crisis than I. I wish I’d realized decades ago that many guys really like to help others (esp. women) to solve problems. Or to step in like white knights to do the solving for us.
There are plenty of things guys tend (note: tend) to be better at than women. And vice versa. (You guys can write in snow but we can have babies.) But I am thrilled — for both we estrogen-dominants and you testosterone-dominants — that none of us have to work so hard at “proving” we’re sufficiently masculine or feminine any more. I’m glad the illusion of male supremacy has mostly died out. And I hope — again for all our sakes — that the current attempt at female supremacy fails as miserably as my Dad’s car repairs.