Hillary Clinton displays physical affection for her dear friend and benefactor Harvey Weinstein
by Reid Fitzsimons
“Hey everyone, I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for your feminism, for your activism, and all I can hope is you keep up the really important, good work,” said Clinton. (She was then prompted off-camera) and added, “And let me just say, this is directed to the activist bitches supporting bitches, so let’s go.” Hillary Clinton, Jan. 2018
What a strange and perverse thing is modern feminism, full of contradictions and inconsistencies, in ways almost incomprehensible to a logical and thoughtful mind. Why would they demand girls and women not be viewed sexual objects then endlessly sexualize girls and women through their vanguard publications such as Cosmo and Vogue? Why would feminists proclaim goals of empowerment and equality on one hand then foster a mindset of helplessness and dependency upon bureaucracy and regulation? There is an explanation but it requires an understanding that what the feminist elite want is opposite their stated objectives.
To fully comprehend this it has to be realized that modern feminism is an entity Of, By, and For elite white women. Nancy Pelosi, Cecil Richards (outgoing president of Planned Parenthood), Lena Dunham, Elizabeth Warren, Miley Cyrus, Barbara Streisand, Kirsten Gillibrand, Barbara Mikulski and, of course, the Holy of Holies, Hillary Clinton. That’s a lot of rich white ladies in a sampling of the well-known and well-coiffed. Sure there are non-white females who are permitted to be guests in the club, who make for great optics, but the heart and soul is white.
In the end, the movers and shakers in the world of feminism want what all charlatans want: money, power, perhaps sex (being a bit gender biased with this one), and the newcomer in our evolving bizarro world, celebrity. They want empowerment and equality for girls and women as much as Jesse Jackson and his buddy Al Sharpton (are they still around?) want racial harmony and equal opportunity, which is, of course, not at all. It is difficult to exploit capable, mature, and autonomous men and women, so who wants those? Our culture and politics are increasingly analogous to a casino: keep the disorienting lights flashing, the pervasive sounds of slot machines beeping, and the occasional announcement of someone’s BIG payoff, and the masses will remain tethered to the machines inserting their quarters and dollars.
One characteristic, or perhaps side effect, of what we have become is the OUTRAGE of the moment. Not too long ago it was Confederate monuments, but presently Sexual Abuse is all the (out)rage. In a way it’s kind of fun to sit back and observe as a disproportionate number of the accused and accursed are progressive elitist males, but it is difficult for even a reasonable person to maintain a perspective: does some guy’s perceived leering 20 years ago justify forever tainting his subsequent accomplishments and body of work? Is a poorly conceived joke made in the 1980s on par with rape? No one seems to know. What is certain is that opportunity for exploitation can be found whenever controversy and anger simmers, and thoughtfulness, reason, and truth are not to be sought or encouraged. With that said, if one has structured their lives in such a way as to actually obtain actual life experience (sadly a decreasing commodity) a responsible discernment can be found.
My money-earning years were primarily in the nursing-medical-health world, and much of that was spent at a New York State facility for the mentally retarded/developmentally disabled, which was more of a female dominated place than not. My experience is that, owing to the unique stresses of health care and, blatantly put, often dealing with “private parts” as part of the job, sexually based humor and banter are extraordinarily common. Does it become abuse, and when?
In all my years I witnessed one classic and unequivocal case of sexual harassment. We briefly had a medical director in his 60s who was both degenerate and incompetent. At a medical staff meeting, while discussing CPR protocols of some sort, he gestured to his young secretary and said, “I sure would like to do mouth to mouth on her.” He was a moron as well, saying this in a room full of people. For whatever reason he had it in for PAs in general and me in particular, and I unabashedly used this incident to facilitate his unwilling departure. Of course, when first reported to the higher administration they tried to circle wagons, and I recall the AA/EEO officer (are they called Diversity/Inclusion people now?) claimed this behavior (for which the person in question had a reputation) was acceptable because he was of European origin and hence part of his culture, which we had to respect. Fortunately the Director at the time was not a moron and dumped the guy with impressive speed. It was funny how quickly the AA/EEO guy did a full turnaround and discovered his inner outrage. Needless to say, the physician in question was simply transferred to another NY State facility.
Otherwise, all of the following recollections, with one exception, are things said to me by female colleagues and employees. One underlying question, and perhaps the most crucial, is would these statements or actions constitute “sexual assault” if the sexes were swapped? To begin, a very pleasant and capable nurse told me she had Tupper Ware type parties, only for sex related items. I remember her mentioning edible panties, and she was going to serve “better than sex” cake. I was totally not offended.
Another nurse, angry at her somewhat overweight supervisor, told me the only way she (the supervisor) could have sex is if she was rolled in flour and her husband put it in the wet spot. Not offended. On a number of occasions a nurse greeted me with, “Is that a cucumber in your pocket or are you excited to see me?” Not offended. Acknowledging that the outline of one’s genitals can be seen through clothing at times depending on several factors, once or twice the same nurse actually touched me “there” and asked, “What’s this?” A little surprised but not offended. Curiously, this particular nurse was one of those trained and designated sexual harassment counselor type people that bureaucracies love so. Later in our relationship she decided that administrative obsequiousness was her true calling and stabbed me in the back about something, which ultimately led me to become a local union president. Nevertheless, if I retroactively accused her of inappropriate behavior I would have been totally dishonest because I saw her behavior as simply trying to be funny.
This same nurse at times introduced as lunchtime conversation the recurrent and tiresome question, does (penile) size matter? In response a wonderful and talented secretarial employee, not particularly buxom, would say “More than a mouthful is a waste!” I assume the reader can infer to what I am referring. Not offended.
I was sitting alone doing charting at a nursing station when a 30ish social worker type, who I vaguely knew, sat down and picked up a chart and feigned writing. She uttered, “I’m horny,” which I politely ignored. She then upped it a little by saying, “I am so horny.” I think of myself as courteous, and I gently excused myself, not interested but no hard feelings. I wasn’t at all offended by this but was a little uncomfortable. Months later I heard another employee, a pretty standup guy, was accused by her of sexual harassment and I wondered if she did the same routine with him but he responded with less tact.
30+ years later (at the time in my late 20s) I still cringe a little over my own foray in the world of sexual harassment: I greeted a perfectly fine nurse with something like, “you look extra big today (referring to bust).” My intent was nothing more than to get her to chuckle and have some clever retort like, “You’ll never be accused of being big, ha ha.” The mortified look on her face clued me in to the realization she did not find my humor particularly witty, to say the least. Soon thereafter another nurse kindly took me aside and told me what I already knew, and suggested I apologize, which I did enthusiastically and sincerely. She seemed to accept my apology and we worked together on and off for many years following. I wonder if she even remembers my immature and ill-advised attempt at humor; I still cringe.
When we fully bought into the “sexual revolution” of the 1960s we created an untenable cultural situation: centuries old standards of behavior, while often ignored, did what standards do and provided a demarcation between the acceptable and unacceptable. We consciously discarded this concept in the quest for personal liberation and personal satisfaction under the deep philosophical banner of, “If it feels good, do it!” Nevertheless, here are a few criteria to consider for guys involving relations between males and females (I can’t comment on the other 35 or so genders progressives embrace)- Do Not touch a woman’s breasts (this includes Sen. Franken), crotch, or buttocks without explicit consent; Do Not take “IT” out (leftist former Today Show host Matt Lauer), Do Not press your erect member against a woman (leftist former political analyst for ABC and MSNBC Mark Halperin), and Do Not parade around naked (leftist former talk show host for PBS and CBS Charlie Rose) without a specific invitation to do so. This isn’t rocket science!
Similarly, getting her to take “IT” in her mouth or elsewhere doesn’t have to happen in the first few minutes or hours of meeting a hot babe. While long ago we left behind the association between love and sex (the domain of foaming at the mouth Christians and misogynistic moralists), try to find the strength to establish some kind of amiable relationship first, maybe even some trust. It is possible, despite what the sexual revolution and progressives have taught us, for sexual gratification to be delayed.
To a large extent males can get by through acts of omission- things not to do. For females, progressive and feminist culture and doctrine more or less demand acts of commission; in other words the default is to say, “Yes.” Considering that the ongoing narrative is, “All a man wants is sex,” then to achieve feminist egalitarianism the same must be applied to women. Hence, meaningless throw-away sex is liberating and if you don’t subscribe to this you are a grotesque prude. Progressive culture tells girls and women they are Hoes and Bitches (quoting various Hip-Hop lyrics beloved of the hip left and Hillary Herself). If a celebrity of little talent needs a popularity boost she only need stick her butt in the air in a sexual manner (I think this is called “twerking”). Dress provocatively, obsess about your looks, pretend you live for hook-ups, and if you aren’t taken seriously or treated respectfully, call someone a “slut-shamer” or misogynist. A girl or woman in the feminist world does reserve the right to say “no,” in real time and retrospectively, but only for a proper reason- I’m not into guys just now, I forget to put a condom in my purse, you don’t have enough money, and the like. One thing you must never, ever do is justify saying “no” by stating, “I’m not that kind of woman,” a concept utterly anathema to feminism and the sexual revolution.
We threw away so much for so little, what a shame.