MONSTER: Feminist Calls Her Sons Prospective Rapists
Somebody call Child Protective Services, for the love of God.
Feminist writer Jody Allard has a habit of shaming her two sons, one of whom she says is suicidal, for simply disagreeing with her, or worse, for simply being male. Last week, writing in Role Reboot, the mother of two yet again relentlessly shamed her sons for their biology, and then topped herself by explaining that they are, like every other man, "not safe."
And by "not safe," she means prospective rapists.
Allard first asserts that while her sons are "good boys," they aren't "safe boys," before bragging about a "semi-viral" essay she wrote for The Washington Post in which she shames her sons for their role in feminist-constructed "rape culture" for merely having penises.
"My essay went semi-viral, and for the first time my sons encountered my words about them on their friends’ phones, their teachers’ computers, and even overheard them discussed by strangers on a crowded metro bus. It was one thing to agree to be written about in relative obscurity, and quite another thing to have my words intrude on their daily lives," she explains.
Unsurprisingly, her teenage boys, whom she's publicly shamed for no other reason than their anatomy, now resent her. One of her sons is even turning to — gasp — conservatism:
Somebody call Child Protective Services, for the love of God.
Feminist writer Jody Allard has a habit of shaming her two sons, one of whom she says is suicidal, for simply disagreeing with her, or worse, for simply being male. Last week, writing in Role Reboot, the mother of two yet again relentlessly shamed her sons for their biology, and then topped herself by explaining that they are, like every other man, "not safe."
And by "not safe," she means prospective rapists.
Allard first asserts that while her sons are "good boys," they aren't "safe boys," before bragging about a "semi-viral" essay she wrote for The Washington Post in which she shames her sons for their role in feminist-constructed "rape culture" for merely having penises.
"My essay went semi-viral, and for the first time my sons encountered my words about them on their friends’ phones, their teachers’ computers, and even overheard them discussed by strangers on a crowded metro bus. It was one thing to agree to be written about in relative obscurity, and quite another thing to have my words intrude on their daily lives," she explains.
Unsurprisingly, her teenage boys, whom she's publicly shamed for no other reason than their anatomy, now resent her. One of her sons is even turning to — gasp — conservatism:
One of my sons was hurt by my words, although he’s never told me so. He doesn’t understand why I lumped him and his brother together in my essay. He sees himself as the “good” one, the one who is sensitive and thoughtful, and who listens instead of reacts. He doesn’t understand that even quiet misogyny is misogyny, and that not all sexists sound like Twitter trolls. He is angry at me now, although he won’t admit that either, and his anger led him to conservative websites and YouTube channels; places where he can surround himself with righteous indignation against feminists, and tell himself it’s ungrateful women like me who are the problem.