All good straw-feminist attack pieces begin with a singular anecdote from which the collapse of mankind can then be extrapolated. Nirpal Dhaliwal's piece in the Daily Mail doesn't disapoint:
At a dinner party recently, I encountered the depressingly familiar sight of a dynamic thirty- something woman accompanied by a nerdy male sidekick that she'd browbeaten into proposing to her.
The mismatch in power was obvious. She was successful, ambitious and confident; he was a diffident, overweight, shrinking violet who measured every word he spoke in case he said anything remotely contentious that might offend her.
Ah, the dinner party: the microcosm of all (middle-class pundit) human life.
Dhaliwal's article is a superb piece of paranoid anti-feminism, based in the iron-clad belief that for a woman to be the dominant partner in a relationship with a man is a slight against all reason.
Let's go down the check-list:
1. The accusation that feminists have emasculated men and made them powerless, unintentionally casting men as weak and powerless to resist in the first place. It's a circular argument: men are weak because they were took weak to resist becoming weak.
Back in the Nineties, emboldened by the successes of feminism, women sought to slay the dragon of patriarchy by turning men into ridiculous cissies who would cry with them through chick-flicks and then cook up a decent lasagne.
All true men know that cooking and crying will make your testes invert. It's true - and all part of the diabolical feminist plan for global sissification. Men: show your independence and strength of character by being the same as all other men. Homogeny is strength!
2. Casting a failure of men to be interesting as a failure of women:
Now, over a decade later, women are waking up to the fact that these men are drippy, sexless bores. The feminisation of men hasn't produced the well-rounded uber-males women were hoping for.
Instead, women are now lumped with flabby invertebrates, little more than doormats, whom they secretly despise but are too proud to admit it.
I am a particular fan of this argument of self-loathing: I don't like me, and therefore you can't like me either. It's the desperate screed of someone who doesn't understand why people who aren't like him could possibly be happy.
It's also an argument that totally avoids any male responsibility for their identities, lives or relationships - they have, haplessly, been moulded by the feminists.
3. Use of iconic, fictional men to describe true masculinity:
After decades of uncompromising movie heroes like Marlon Brando and Clint Eastwood, we were asked to fall for stuttering, floppy-haired fops like Hugh Grant; touchy-feely and hopelessly embarrassed around women.
Enjoyable, slight moment of unintentional homoeroticism, given that "we" (the reader and the author) includes Dhaliwal. Bonus marks for making universal claims about what all women find attractive, and presuming a similarly universal distribution of cultural values. Bravo.
3. The claim to be a "true feminist":
Let's see if anyone can spot the cognitive dissonance in the following passages:
Young women have a crystal-clear agenda: they want the career, the wardrobe, the smartly furnished house, the 4x4 and the cute kids they'll ferry in it to expensive schools. No man is going to get in their way; and the men they choose for themselves are pliant and feeble enough to facilitate that programme.
and
I'm always telling my wife, the writer Liz Jones, to shut up. She gets into a prissy huff about it, but I know she respects me for not indulging her neuroticism. Long ago, I realised it is unhealthy for a man to embroil himself in arguments with women.
then, having established a loathing of independent women:
I am a true feminist, because I only want to be with a powerful and capable woman. No sexist could cope with having a wife as intelligent and independent as mine.
I imagine he'd have to cope by ignoring her and inventing some kind of self-serving rationale that makes him look good. Speaking of which..
4. My penis is God.
The female orgasm is the natural mechanism by which men assert dominion over women: a man who appreciates this can negotiate whatever difficulties arise in his relationships with them.
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Oh. My. The female orgasm is the natural mechanism of male dominance?
Angry that I'm not helping in the home? Pissed that I ignore your thoughts and feelings? Suspect that you're in a relationship with a collossal arse? Let me bang away your anxieties!
Oh.. my brain is almost.. wait.. there's more..
Last Christmas, my wife threw me out after discovering I'd been cheating on her. On the night we got back together, I made strong, passionate love to her. Unfaithful as I'd been, I was not going to let her have me over a barrel for the rest of our marriage. I needed to keep a sense of self and not allow her to mire me in guilt and a desperate quest of forgiveness.
So the definition of manliness is to cheat on your wife and then refuse any of the consequences of your actions? Isn't that the definition of being a total douche-bag?
Dhaliwal even manages some indignant rage: how dare my wife expect me to feel guilty for cheating on her. It even seems that to be truly manly is to re-frame your own treachery as proof of your desirability:
I needed to let her know what she would be missing if we broke up for ever. I gave her a manful bravura performance that night, and at the height of her passion, I asked her: 'Who's the boss?'
The question threw her. Initially she wouldn't give me a reply, but I enticed it from her. 'You are,' she finally gasped. 'You are!'
*gag*
This is a stunning bit of wish-fulfilment: that the penis has powers that cannot be resisted or duplicated, tying every piece of anxiety about success and identity back into Wang Magic. Dhaliwal's real problem with feminism, it seems, is that it threatens the mastery of the penis - or, in egocentric style, threatens the mastery of his penis.
Unfortunately for him, no amount of feminist-bashing is going to help with that particular problem. If your sense of worth is tied in dominating another with your dick, then you're always going to be in trouble when that other refuses to sit down and shut up - or worse still, laughs at your posturing.