I am woman not a gestational birthing unit and I will roar
From her office in Sydney, my Russian friend posted on Facebook:‘‘Smekhotvornyy!’’, or ridiculous. My friend Sletvana likes to call a lopata a lopata. (A spade a spade).
She may be what they refer to as a ‘‘white’’
Russian in Peaky Blinders. That’s no racial slur. It’s what they called those not ‘‘red’’.
She and I do not always see eye to eye on social issues, but in this case I entirely concur.
‘‘The world has gone nuts. This is Smekhotvornyy!
More of this ‘woke’ insane bs. Now saying ‘Hey, guys!’ as a collective term to a group of people regardless of gender, is not ‘inclusive’ enough and is now ‘offensive’.’’
‘‘What? Where? Is this a joke?’’ was my reply to her post. She messaged me. ‘‘Have you seen the Australian university saying you need to call it chest-feeding instead of breastfeeding? And gestational parent instead of mum?’’
Below her post, other people were blaming feminism for a world gone mad. I consider myself a feminist, but I’m not giving up my breasts. I’m a feminist that believes feminism is about loving other women and celebrating choice, NOT removing their feminine body parts and referring to them as gestational pods.
Maybe we need a war. (Not really).
Humanity has become so ridiculous, only virtually experiencing what real hardship felt like has been our narrative, living off faded stories from our grandfathers’ wars.
No tangible understanding of what our priorities should be. Believing we’ve evolved simply by digesting our forefathers’ tales of war via osmosis.
However, our values and priorities cannot, it would seem, remain intact travelling from a higher concentration (our grandparents) to a lower concentration (us) through a semi-permeable membrane (osmosis).
And maybe this is how we have landed in this quagmire of ludicrous workplace rules.
This #woke is, instead #whack.
Another dear friend and I were discussing this yesterday. She rolled her eyes as she begged me not to even suggest in my column that we need a war. She wagged her finger and warned me; ‘‘don’t you go all ‘Provocative Polly’ over your tits!’’
I assured her I wouldn’t. I lied. Noone actually wants war to end the extreme diversity departments’ mad new demands but we certainly need a ‘‘firm skirmish’’.
Chest-feeding? This is like a storyline from a South Park episode, that is apparently playing out in companies and universities around the world. How in God’s (Goddess’s) name did we manage to go from progressive to being so ridiculously politically over corrected?
We are steering this planet in a Toyota Clavia assuming it has the power steering of a Mercedes CML. It’s no surprise then I guess, that we have crashed into a lamppost on the corner of Are You Serious? and Hysteria streets.
Ya zhenzchina. I am woman not a gestational birthing unit, and I will roar ‘‘guys’’. Yes I will roar.
I consider myself a feminist, but I’m not giving up my breasts. I’m a feminist that believes feminism is about loving other women and celebrating choice...