If I were a man I think I would be sick to death of all of the assumptions about me that are…
Svetlana Voreskova

Well said, Lana.

I have made something of a name for myself in some admittedly small circles, for a couple of things:

One, is that I try and avoid the block-quote thing as a way of dismantling or ridiculing a viewpoint and have said so often. It is an accepted method and one that I do deploy now and again but try and place the strictest of limits on in terms of using others’ words to launch a mockery of them.

The other, is that I have raised probably more ire and outrage from among men’s rights people than feminists, for my continual and detailed critique of the notion that we need a “movement” replete with cult-apostles, self-styled celebrities and liturgical talking points.

So, I will break my own rule here re the former point, and block-quote myself in order to re-emphasize the latter:

But no, we don’t make an agenda, a world view, a political platform, of what an exercise in uphill rock-rolling it is to try and coexist with women.

Among the long and soul-searched list I maintain of reasons why I want nothing to do with any “movement” presuming to speak for me by virtue of my sex, is what I state in that quote. Personally, I find men’s-rights agitationism, barbed invective, addiction to protracted conflict and tendency toward character assassination UNMANLY. Just as I find feminism’s reducing women as human beings down to women as sociopolitical symbols, I am absolutely, unambiguously unwilling to be spoken for by people of unknown or dubious credential to do so. I am committed to resisting with as much determination the reduction of men to a status of “equality of victimhood” and as beggars for a place at the trough of governmental intervention in my affairs, as I am to counteracting what feminism is doing to manhood.

For me, making manhood into some “movement” plays right into feminism’s hands, self-ridicules active and committed masculinity into a re-gendered version of feminist self-pity and dependency, and is daily moving a recognition of genuine male reality into a position of easy dismissal and general ridicule. Men speaking up for and as ourselves, and women such as Lana and a great many others speaking not just in our behalf but their own as women, in observing the egregious harms feminism has done and is doing, I can get with.

But this business of whining to policymakers that men are some kind of trouser-damseled alter-feminists who must be treated as tied to the same tracks of impending victimhood as feminism makes women out to be?

I want nothing to do with it. AS A MAN.

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