The Philosopher Queen Manifesto
There are feminists and there are tradwives, but who are the new femme fatales?
Camille Paglia once said that “there is no female Mozart because there is no female Jack the Ripper.” I posit that by the same token, there is no male Sylvia Plath because there is no male Courtney Love. Gender comes in cycles, and that which we do not reveal becomes that which the world desires. Along this line of reasoning, there is no female equivalent to the Hells Angels. Even if we join a gang like the Hells Angels as an obscure gesture of folklore, this is quite different from an intellectual pursuit. We are out in the wild, attempting to domesticate ourselves into a feminized society we feel too masculine for. Yet are we really that masculine, or are we simply not the plastic healing goddesses we are supposed to be on Instagram?
Categories such as #bossgirl and social justice activist do not define us and could never contain us. We were not second-wave feminists and we were not third-wave feminists. We were somewhere in the middle, yet unable to connect with these waves that crashed the oceans of our desires. This is fine and this is natural and this is what is going on here. It is time for us to come forward and define ourselves once again, as our previously obscured current is beginning to take shape. Let us reveal only half…
