I’ve slowly and unwillingly come to the conclusion that patriarchy is sort of an invention of women, in that sexism is the best weapon women have ever had against one another. For about the past ten years, I’ve made the comparison that women are Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, and men are Elmer Fudd — the stumbling idiot standing between them with a shotgun who shoots anything in sight. He doesn’t care which of them he shoots; he “just hunts for the sport of it, huh huh huh huh.” In a sick way, they sort of like having him around despite the occasional blast in the bill or tail, because they can aim him at one another.
They hate him sure, but they hate each other more.
So basically, women prop men up because propped-up men are useful in prosecuting their internecine warfare. And I suppose since women give birth to both men and women, propping up men in a way is just women propping up their own DNA. Oh, they give birth to girls too, but let’s face it, every woman would gladly shove their sons ahead of anyone else’s daughters. They may not admit it, even to themselves, but they will. Jane Goodall has addressed this as one of the basics of primates: women will promote their own DNA at the cost even of themselves, and certainly at the cost of other women’s offspring. And the easiest way to promote the welfare of your own children at the expense of other women is to promote yourself at the expense of other women.
To tolerate sexism, dodging its shotgun blasts in your bill or tail while aiming them at that other bitch.
And what all of this translates to is women prejudicially propping up men.
And all women do it. All colors, all creeds, all ethnicities. Black women do it, white women do it. All women prop up “their” men.
The thing is, white women inevitably will prop up white men. And they sure as shit need no propping. White women envision marrying white men, having sex with white men, giving birth to white men, cooking and cleaning up after white men.
This makes their female tendency to prop up “their” men infinitely more poisonous than that of other women.
And white women have to acknowledge this, and knock it the hell off. They have got to admit to themselves that their knee-jerk primate reflex to prop up “their” men means propping up people who just don’t need it. They have to go cold turkey on getting white men to like them, of appealing to white men, or dreaming about cute white men, of living their lives in service to white men, giving birth to white men, and looking romantically into the eyes of white men.
Propping up white men means propping up white supremacy.
White men need to get cut loose, and heterosexual white women need to start dreaming of other men. I’m not saying they need to swear off sex or babies altogether since it’s just not feasible, nor should they have to. But any white woman who knows deep within herself that she will only flirt with, date, or marry a white man — which is most of them, and don’t try to convince me otherwise because you’re a goddamned liar if you do — has got to open her head and really look at what’s in there.
Because if they don’t, let me tell you right now, thirsty-ass white women will be the end of civilization as we know it.
Women everywhere should stop propping up men sure, but again I lay far more responsibility for this at the feet of white women because they are propping up men who are, statistically speaking, a goddamned dumpster fire.
Are there nice ones? Sure but, learn some goddamned statistics for chrissakes before you let those words pass your lips. Not my husband, not my sons. Yeah, sure. Brock Turner’s mother probably told everyone how proud she was of raising a feminist son, too. Pull the other one. If he’s really that nice, he shouldn’t expect you to prop his ass up in the first place, so stop.
Oh but you won’t stop? Oh really, now? What are you afraid will happen if you stop? Are you afraid that he’s really not the enlightened wonderful feminist ally you think he is?
And in stopping the propping, white women might — just might — stop aiming Elmer at one another and catching everyone else in the blast radius. Their hatred of sexism might just start to outweigh their hatred, jealousy, and resentment of one another.
And pigs might fly.