I like bitches. And, yeah, by that I mean female dogs. After all, dogs like dogs, whether it is to fight or to hump. Sometimes I like my bitches dirty, fresh out of a walk through the woods, and sometimes I like them clean, particularly if their owners use cherry scented shampoo. What I don't like, though, is hypocrite bitches. They put me down and I don't mean that in a lethal injection kind of way. But enough about my species and our sex lives. I want to talk to you today about feminism. Particularly, about an embarrassing incident.
So, a Canadian high school recently got in hot water because they had the nerve of offering a class in polite conversation and dinner party etiquette for girls. After the usual suspects started screeching about it, and how horrendous that was, and how badly it went against women's studies, the school decided to remove the "polemic" parts off the course and to review it. Reading about this shitshow was so demoralizing that I find it hard to pinpoint exactly where to start. It is so wrong and twisted at so many levels that it is like a cake of shit, full of shit, and decorated with shit. With shit candles on top. But let's give it a try, leaving aside the fact that gender studies is a scam in itself, akin to astrology certificates or reiki healing diplomas.
First: High schools offer *many* courses. Math, chemistry, biology, history, etc. On top of that, there are workshops and many options to choose from depending on the leanings of a particular kid. By screeching like squirrels in heat, these sanctimonious hyenas are suppressing the choices of the young girls they are claiming to represent. The choice between skills for life, like mechanical engineering or cosmetology, is one which the person him or herself has to make. Sure, I would prefer to see little girls pick astrophysics over macramé, but it is them, not me, who have to choose and if these raging so-called feminists want to narrow down options so it's their way or the highway, then they're like a hairy, fat and charmless version of Benito Mussolini. Period.
Second: there absolutely nothing objectively wrong with learning manners. Hell, the class should be obligatory and also for the boys. There is nothing empowering or freeing about burping in the middle of a banquet or to interrupt all the time conversations with inane, obtuse or rude interjections. In the real world, unlike the aisles of liberal arts colleges, people get to make a living and have a decent life thanks not only to their skills but also on how they present themselves in the company of other human beings. In a consulting firm, for example, nobody gives a shit if an employee reads Judith Butler or shaves the armpits; instead, they care that they don't behave like troglodytes in front of clients or lick the soup bowl during a business lunch with peers.
Third: what a sad pack of hypocrites are those who criticized the college. With the exception of true social activists, like Ayaan Hirsi Ali or Camille Paglia, these wenches chimp out against a common sensical school while turning a blind eye to real, tangible and disastrous female oppression. When was the last time these idiots picketed a mosque where female submission is preached? Where are their riots against forcing women to wear a hijab or when will they pressure their governments to cut ties with Saudi Arabia for treating their women like mentally disabled children?
Oh, perhaps is because of cultural relativism, uh? Respect towards how others see the world out of the west? Cool. Then, let me remind you that the Qur'an, in Chapter 24 (an-Nur), verse 30 or so, women are mandated to cover themselves for the sake of modesty. Here you go, you hairy devils...
وَ لاَ يُبْدِيْنَ زِيْنَتَهُنَّ إِلاَّ مَا ظَهَرَ مِنْهَا وَ لْيَضْرِبْنَ بِخُمُرِهِنَّ عَلىَ جُيُوْبِهِنَّ...
Yes, modesty, the quality of being proper when dressing, speaking or conducting oneself. The same thing Eleanor Hall School in Clyde, Alberta was trying to offer its students. And not even in an obligatory manner, for fuck's sake! So, let's be coherent here for a second, alright? Your Derrida, your Foucault, and the other trope of post´-modernist feminist are scum and their incoherence is a disservice to the true interests of women. In my short dog life, I've seen incredibly bright and commendable feminists sporting high heels and lipstick like a freakin' model while behaving with the refined manners of a Victorian courtesan, and also plump, purple-haired, burping and vulgar fascists pretending to be Emmeline Pankhurst.
So, shove it, leave the poor teachers of that well-intentioned school alone, and start fighting for true causes, for crying out loud.