#aidans

Tounga - Editions du Lombard, Dargaud et Joker - 1974-2004

Okay, firstly, thank you to everyone who followed my previous blog and has come and followed me here.

Moving on: today is more of a rant about stuff in my personal life, although it is related to my gender critical viewpoint. So many young women in my social circle, all in their early twenties, are identifying as “non-binary” now, and they want to go by they/them pronouns. One of them has also shortened her name to a more masculine sounding nickname—even though her name was UNISEX TO BEGIN WITH, and many men have that name. This girl is still gender-conforming in all the important ways—from obsession with make-up and beauty culture to seeking attention via sexual desirability to prioritizing the needs and wants of men in her slacktivism.

The other two “non-binary” women I know are also completely gender-conforming as women. One of them wears a ton of make-up every day and the other works as a fashion model because she is so conventionally attractive according to patriarchal standards. All three identify as queer, even though they are pretty much exclusively heterosexual. They love to advertise their kweer nb identities and blast their pronouns and selfies all over social media.

  I’m going to be really honest here, and I don’t give a shit anymore if this sounds rude. These women need to cut the shit and stop seeking attention and sympathy by putting other women down. Yes, they do put other women down, by implying that some human beings are “binary” and some are not. Because I own my female body and am honest about the sex class I occupy, they consider me and others like me—such as my mother, grandmother and most other women on earth—to be “binary” women, content on our little pink shelves. We “identify with our gender” (not), which means we chose a life of servitude and are responsible for our own oppression. I reject this entirely. It makes me rabidly angry. 

They are also part of the brigade of straight women that are now invading lesbian spaces, faking “pansexuality” and “queerness,” even though they are quite clearly not attracted to anyone but men. One friend, who I saw recently, “came out” as queer a few months ago, yet in our conversations she mentioned several recent hook-ups, all of them with men. We have known each other a long, long time and I can tell you that when this annoying phase is over, she’s going to return to being straight once she feels like settling down with a man. And it’s fine to want that, but the attention-seeking is homophobic to actual lesbians, as well as being completely transparent and annoying to those of us in her life who have to pretend to believe in it.

I am straight, and that’s fine. That’s who I am. I don’t go around asking to be included in lesbian spaces or calling lesbians derogatory names or demanding that all gay and lesbian groups be relabelled as queer groups for green undercuts and labret piercings. 

I’m sick of the pronoun shit, of these women (and some men too) who want to elevate themselves in importance over other women. I’m sick of the way they have betrayed women and feminism, the way they don’t care about actual biological women’s rights, but only about privileged 20-somethings and their microidentities and “microaggressions,” and pretty much any problem that is literally microscopic in size. And if any “nb” Aidan wants to comment on here and say, “You don’t believe in non-binary? Guess I don’t exist then,” then I will pre-emptively tell you to STFU. Obviously you exist and your female body exists in material space; but your trendy identity is stupid and sexist and is completely opposed to feminism.

Tounga est en danger, à la une de Tintin!

Over the years, Sarah Jessica Parker‘s Carrie and John Corbett’s Aidan have been through their fair share of ups and downs. They were in love, they were engaged, she had a torrid affair with Big (Chris Noth), they got back together, they had a terrible break up in front on that fountain, and so on. So, of course, it’s no wonder that their reunion in And Just Like That has been just as…

Avant Rahan il y avait... Tounga !