Sunday, November 26, 2006

Scary Stories Round the Feminist Campfire.

After reading this excellent article by Carey Roberts recently on the subject of feminist scare-mongering, I was reminded of a chain email that my ex-girlfriend received from one of her female friends a few years back. I was so fascinated by it that I kept a copy:

THIS IS TRUE!!! So read carefully and bear it in mind

Have you been to Bluewater recently?

This is a true story...please pass it on to others, so that they know, this stuff really happens!!

About a month ago there was a woman standing by the entrance to the shopping centre, passing out flyers to all the women going in. The woman had written the flyer herself to tell about an experience she had so that she might warn other women. The previous day, this woman had finished shopping and went out to her car and discovered that she had a flat tyre. She got the jack out of the trunk and began to change the flat. A nice man dressed in a business suit and carrying a briefcase walked up to her and said, "I noticed you're changing a flat tyre. Would you like me to take care of it for you?" The woman was grateful for his offer and accepted his help. They chatted amiably while the man changed the flat, and then put the flat tyre and the jack in the trunk, shut it and dusted his hands off. The woman thanked him profusely, and as she was about to get in her car, the man told her that he left his car around on the other side of the shopping centre, and asked if she would mind giving him a lift to his car. She was a little surprised and she asked him why his car was on the other side. He explained that he had seen an old friend in the centre whom he hadn't seen for some time and they had a bite to eat and looked round the shops for a while. He got turned around in the mall and left through the wrong exit, and now he was running late and his car was clear around on the other side of the centre. The woman hated to tell him "no" because he had just rescued her from having to change her flat tyre all by herself, but she felt uneasy. Then she remembered seeing the man put his briefcase in her trunk before shutting it and before he asked her for a ride to his car. She told him that she'd be happy to drive him around to his car, but she just remembered one last thing she needed to buy. She said she would only be a few minutes; he could sit down in her car and wait for her; she would be as quick as she could be. She hurried into the shopping centre, and told a security guard what had happened; the guard came out to her car with her, but the man had left. They opened the trunk, took out his locked briefcase and took it down to the police station. The police opened it (ostensibly to look for ID so they could return it to the man). What they found was rope, duct tape and knives. When the police checked the "flat" tyre, there was nothing wrong with it; the air had simply been let out. It was obvious what the man's intention was, and obvious that he had carefully thought it out in advance. The woman was blessed to have escaped harm. How much worse it would have been if she had children with her and got them to wait in the car while the man fixed the tyre, or if she had a baby strapped into a car seat. This woman told this experience on the flyer she was passing out so that other women could be warned.

Please remember this, and if you ever need roadside or parking lot help, wait on the outside of the car and make sure the children wait outside with you, or maybe wait in side with the doors locked, or call AA, or something. I'd like you to forward this to all the women you know. It may save a life.

This is another scare story of the sort that Roberts discusses. It is a good example of viral marketing in action, and it perfectly illustrates the fact that feminist ideas appeal most to the extremely gullible. The purpose of it is to spread misandry; to demonise men, to sabotage normal healthy relations between men and women by breaking down trust, and at the same time, to build feminist solidarity. It is one bullet in an ongoing, widespread and determined cultural and political war against men. The 'gender war', in which feminists are the only ones doing the fighting.

Notice that for a 'true' story, it is totally devoid of any facts that can be checked. Where was it? When was it? Who was the woman involved? Who were the police officers involved? What did their report say? Were there any witnesses? Is there a better description of the suspect? Nothing. As the great thriller director Alfred Hitchcock knew, there is nothing you can show on screen which is as scary as the monster inside the viewer's head. Hint at the horror, and let them make up the details for themselves.

The gushing, gossipy, slightly hysterical tone, the too-many exclamation marks, all identify it as having been written by a woman, just in case we were in any doubt. I'm not saying all women write that way, but I am saying that most of those who write that way are women.

The main character is an 'ordinary' woman going about her everyday business, with whom the reader is no doubt supposed to identify herself. She is confronted with a minor crisis - a flat tyre. This is the kind of problem which is traditionally outside the remit of female competence, but clearly within the remit of male competence, thus setting the scene for the gallant rescuer to appear. However, our heroine is such a liberated feminist stalwart that she gamely tackles the problem herself.

Enter the villain, stage left. Notice how he is dressed. He doesn't look like a stereotypical 'pervert', which, while we are on the subject, just means a low-status man who is poor and socially excluded. No. This one shows all the signs of being a pillar of respectable society. Business suit. Briefcase. You can't trust any of them! It's the normal-looking ones you have to watch out for!! They're the worst!!! His rescue provides him with the lever he needs to emotionally blackmail a ride out of her, a narrative feature which all female readers will understand immediately.

As all fans of crime fiction know, the villain always makes one fatal mistake. He put his briefcase in the trunk. Why on earth would he do that? It is full of incriminating evidence, and it is now impossible to retrieve. She might have refused him a ride, and he would have lost it forever. In fact, when he realises that she is on to him, he makes his escape, and actually does lose it forever, thus leaving the proof for us to examine at our leisure. If only all criminals were that stupid, the world would be a safer place.

The briefcase is the cheap plot device on which the whole narrative depends. She saw it and assumed him to be respectable. She saw him put it in the trunk and began to get suspicious. The police find it is full of torture equipment.

It is interesting that other characters are never identified by sex - the security guard, the police. We may assume they are male, but we are not told. They are faceless worker ants. The only person who is actually identified as a male is, we are led to believe, a serial killer. In the world of the narrative, all women are innocent victims, and all men are violent misogynist criminals. The simple-minded formula of feminist dogma.

We are then informed of 'how much worse it could have been' - men are not only a danger to women, but to children as well.

Finally, we see the brave heroine doing what a woman's gotta do. Handing out leaflets - not to men, interestingly, only to women. This tells us two things. Firstly, that you cannot rely on men to support you. Women can only rely on other women for support. The entire male population are, presumably, all serial killers, or at least, they all condone serial killers. Our heroine simply ignores them as irrelevant. Secondly, she cannot rely on the police to do anything about it. Instead, she is obliged to mount a lonely heroic vigil. Her only hope is to sensitise other women to the danger that men pose. Our duty, as female readers, is to help her. We must warn other women. We must all pull together to fight this evil menace.

And I thought feminists were against pornography.

This story is only one of a number of such feminist masterpieces. Here is a short list of them, discussed at TruthOrFiction.Com

The Flat Tire Killer (discussed above)

The Crying Baby Killer

The Online Killer

New Carjacking Method

Back seat kidnapper

Perfume peddlers knock women out with ether and then rob them

The $5 Bill Killer

Shopping Mall Abductions

If you come across any more, please contact me.

Flying in the Face of Common Sense.

British Airways, Air New Zealand and Quantas operate an outrageous anti-male policy. They will not allow an unaccompanied minor to sit next to a man. After loading, if such a situation has occurred, the cabin crew will ask the man to change seats with a woman. He has no choice in the matter. Reference

It is impossible to know how many other airlines operate a similar policy, as such things are rarely made public. It is a policy which can be operated in secret during the booking process, and no-one need ever know. It has only come to light because men have protested about it.

I advocate that everyone should boycott these airlines until this policy is abandoned. If you call an airline to make a booking, ask them whether they operate a similar policy, and if they do, take your business elsewhere, and tell them why you are doing so.

If you find yourself being asked to change seats, refuse to do so. This is surely a breach of your human rights. Challenge them to have you arrested. Go to the newspapers and have a field day. Sue them through every court in the land. Picket their offices. Do your best to humiliate them in public.

This policy is part of a wider cultural and political war against men. We need to fight on every front.