Feminism and people on the “Left” are bat-shit crazy. That’s all I can think about it. First it was the accusations of #MeToo. Men in entertainment and politics being called out for sexual harassment and indiscretions from time periods of days, weeks, months, and even years ago. Men being crucified in the court of social media with no due process, no evidence, nothing but an accusation. Men losing their jobs and their livelihoods over words. If you questioned it or go against it, you are screamed and shamed into silence. Then came #TimesUp.
Oprah and the gang of Hollywood Elites decided to carry the momentum to the next level. They put everyone on notice, this shit isn’t going to fly anymore.
Now we are seeing #MentorHer.
— Arianna Huffington (@ariannahuff) February 6, 2018
The men of industry and business have heard loud and clear ladies. Men are no longer having one on one meetings with female co-workers. Businesses are no longer having opposite sex co-workers share cabs. Some businesses are even going so far as to not allow opposite sex co-workers stay at the same hotel/motel while on business trips. All because of the witch hunt known as #MeToo. I don’t blame those men or those businesses. The risks are too great.
So feminists have screamed #MeToo from the tops of their lungs and men are getting burned because of it, and now that those same men, and other’s like them have decided to slow down and approach with caution, we are seeing those same feminist’s screaming #MentorHer! Man up and #MentorHer!
As Dalrock so aptly put it:
Well said, good sir. Well said.
Feminists, listen up. This is the world you wanted. This is the world you get. This is the world you deserve. Men are either the oppressive, evil, patriarchy that needs to be smashed and destroyed, or we are the men who compliment you throughout our lives. We are the “other half” so to speak. You can’t shame and then plead for help. You can’t screech and then cry. You can’t have it both ways.
Here’s a quote from Watchmen that is poignant and fitting:
“Roschach’s Journal: October 12th, 1985
Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.
The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.
The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll look down and whisper “No.”
You reap what you sow.