Another great piece by Alpha Unit, a female guest poster. She takes her time on these posts and it shows. There is hardly a wasted sentence in what she writes. This goes with EB White’s dictum about writing in the masterpiece, The Art of Style, which, in a nutshell, is KISS (Keep it simple, stupid.) Another one of my favorites is Gustave Flaubert, the famous French novelist. Flaubert coined the perfectionist notion of the le mot juste, in English, literally “the good word”, but really “the perfect word.” What he was trying to do was to make the perfect sentence every time he wrote. Not only was he trying not to waste a sentence; he was also trying not to waste a word. I got into this for a while 20 years ago when I used to write some fiction. I would go on long drives in my Volkswagen squareback and I would end up after eight hours or so with maybe a paragraph or two. I would endlessly work over sentences to try to make them absolutely perfect in every way. It sounds dumb, the some of my friends read the final product and were freaked out. They said it read like “James Joyce or Shakespeare.” I don’t necessarily agree with that, but it goes to show what you can do with an extreme attention to detail. I suggested to Alpha Unit that females had no solidarity with other females when I recently saw a man verbally attack some females for no reason. I chastised the guy, and a bunch of women rushed up to defend the charismatic jerk who was picking on the women! I told Alpha Unit that the feminists have it wrong. The worst enemies of women are not men but other women. She agreed with me, and that’s the genesis of this post.
No Honor Among Thieves, No Solidarity Among Women
by Alpha Unit
A woman takes a vicious beating from her boyfriend. It isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. Her family members warn her to leave the guy before he kills her. But she won’t. When asked why, she says she loves him. A woman suspects that her husband is having sex with their daughter. It eventually becomes clear that he is. But she does nothing. Years later when confronted, she admits that she felt helpless to stop it. Why? She didn’t want to “disrupt the family.” A woman observes her husband punching her teenaged son, this time because the son came home later than he was supposed to. The blows have been coming since the boy was about 13. At least the boy has a roof over his head, she tells herself; his own biological father won’t do anything for him. She remains silent. A woman has gotten pregnant by a man she decides she doesn’t like very much. There is another man she is involved with. She decides to tell him that HE is the father. The man believes her. Inwardly, the woman breathes a sigh of relief. Each of these human beings is intent on one thing: procuring, and keeping, the resources of a particular male. For them, it is the highest moral good. Feminists have fostered the illusion that women are complete without men. That men are beneath women, even, in some ways. And every day, women go about the business of undermining feminists, the way women always have. Deep inside, women know that they are not complete without men. Women have high regard for men. They have little regard for each other. There is no such thing as solidarity among women. There are no bounds to what women will sacrifice in order to have the attention of a man, once they have decided that the man’s attention is worth something. History is full of examples like the ones above of women enduring and inflicting all kinds of misery and chaos in pursuit of a man’s favors. And the biggest obstacles in this pursuit are other women. As girls we learn our place in the pecking order, at the hands of mothers, grandmothers, sisters, and other female rivals. Male attention, along with access to male resources, is a precious commodity, and women are dead serious about getting it and keeping it. Feminism, which casts women in the role of victim, has glossed over these truths about them, preferring to absolve women of their depravity by blaming it on external pressures. She drowned the kids in the bathtub? She didn’t mean it; her postpartum depression is to blame. She shot her old man in the back while he was asleep? It was self-defense; she was a battered woman. She sat by and did nothing while her husband had his way with the kids? It wasn’t her fault; she was probably abused herself. But women know the truth about themselves and each other. Men are probably more shocked at hearing about the wickedness of some woman than women could ever be. Is there any question that the kind of human being who would offer up her own offspring to a degenerate could betray the trust of a female friend? There shouldn’t be.