Young man lambasted by horde of feminist women
A long time ago in a galaxy far away, I found myself in unfamiliar territory while at university.
A feminist literature class.
With all other classes full, your boi had to take one for the team and represent my gender - because I was the only man in the room, including the professor. As I’m sure you can guess from the subject line…
It didn’t go too well.
See, the way I saw it was that the word feminism - by its very definition - excluded me. I’m a male, you’re all females… this is feminism. Obviously, as you can imagine, that went down like a lead balloon.
I extended an olive branch:
If it were called “equalism”… perhaps you’d have an easier job of convincing men to see things your way, I said. The whole room was giving me daggers at this point, as I argued back and forth with the female professor, who was equally unhappy with my “equalism” suggestion and a smidge defensive, considering she was arguing with a 19-year-old.
I didn’t last long in that class.
And while I’m sure it didn’t do me any favours with the opposite sex that year, who all most certainly thought I was all kinds of a wrongun… I still stand by what I said.
The words we use to describe things matter.
And no matter how much screeching you do, you can’t undo the connotations your words plant in the minds of people who hear about your thing.
Want to make sure you’re not putting off 50% of the planet with the words you’re using?
Go here:
James Perkins
