Toxic Femininity

[kimberlysteele]

Here are some terms that were not in place when I grew up in the 70s/80s: woke, equity, social justice.  Political correctness of the type that is currently de rigueur was laughed at.  Nobody would have dreamed of putting a biological male on a women's swim team, let alone a women's prison.  Racism of various stripes was allowed to slide when it was not baldly displayed out in the open.  In my teens, I had a relative who used the word "gook" to refer to Asians.  It was not uncommon to hear white people using the N word to refer to black people, and not in a friendly, trying-to-be-cool way.  In the 1961 film Breakfast at Tiffany's, Mickey Rooney did a turn as the ostensibly-Japanese Mr. Yunioshi, a buck-toothed, thick-bespectacled idiot landlord.  In elementary school, we swung our bodies on the jungle gym to this refrain:

Chicky chicky China sitting on a fence
Tried to make a dollar out of sixty-five cents
She missed, she missed, she missed like this
Have you ever seen a China girl who missed like this

The acceptance of everyday racism and sexism made every interaction with non-white people awkward.  I felt this especially as a child, being the worst of both worlds: half-yellow and half-white.  Half-breeds everywhere know the pain of not being colored enough for the color of one half and not being white enough for white people.  As a girl, guys did not wait for my boobs to come in order unsnap my fledgling bra and to grab my butt in the halls of junior high.  This kind of walk-by molestation was called a "goose" because that is what they yelled as they did it.  To this day, I think it is a miracle I did not murder anyone in junior high or high school.  Back then, if you were a girl or a woman, you just took it.  For thirty years of my life, I was thought not to think much of it if a guy cat-called me.  

As weird and icky as it used to be, I would gladly take yesteryear's racism and sexism over the current reign of Generation Cuck and the Thought Police who get their binders in a twist when they spot a minor transphobic infraction to report to their ghoulish social media followings.  At least the goosers, the racist movie directors, and extended family members had a sense of humor.  The politically correct scolds of the modern era are as joyless as  a skiing accident.  

Consider the toxic masculine pyramid of the 1980s: at the top were Gordon Gecko types and electric guitarist/singers of hair bands who wore as much and more makeup than their 2020s drag queen equivalent, yet did so while calling themselves straight.  The pendulum took a dramatic swing, passing right through a moderate period during which it wasn't OK to call Asians gooks at the dinner table but it also was not OK to lump all white/straight people into an evilly evil blob slated for Stalinist persecution.  By the 2000s, toxic masculinity was on its way out, taking its refuge in game culture.  By the 2010s, the last of toxic masculinity hid in the chans and attempted to assert itself through the MGTOW movement.  Toxic femininity exploited the vacuum left in the wake of toxic masculinity.

Shame

It is a human thing to project the shadow.  Anytime a human does not want to deal with something she is doing, said human props up an enemy that resembles herself and then pretends the enemy is the only person doing the wrong thing.  Toxic feminists seek to shame because they carry a great deal of unprocessed shame.  This is their Achille's heel.  If you want to destroy a toxic feminist from the inside out, tell them they ought to be ashamed of themselves and that you and they already know why, even if you are completely talking out of your ass.  

Look underneath the hood.  Toxic feminists try to pretend they are shameless, but they hate the bodies they pretend to be so "body positive" about.  They know they are hypocrites and their troll act is just that... an act.  They despair over the empty, vacuous lives they try so hard to paint as interesting on TikTok and Instagram.  Deep down they are horrified about just how deep they have dug, but they cannot yet look in the mirror and admit it.  Consequently, they wag fingers and scream EVIL instead of being honest and throwing down the shovel.

Chasing the Unlimits

At its core, toxic masculinity is a refusal to accept the limits of masculinity and a placement of excessive limits on femininity.  Toxic femininity, on the other hand, attempts to remove any and all limits, including the hard limits of natural law.  Toxic femininity at its core is a refusal to discriminate about anything: gender, beauty, law, getting up in the morning and going to work.  

When I saw the Broadway production of Wicked in the 1990s, I remember making a mental note about how many of the songs were about the removal of limits.  Many years later, I made the same mental note about the film musical The Greatest Showman, which features the song A Million Dreams (because a mere thousand or hundred dreams would never do) and Never Enough:

Towers of gold are still too little
These hands could hold the world but it will
Never be enough, it will never be enough

In the decade of the Millennium turn, McMansions got larger just as hard limits were slamming down everywhere else.  For many, many years, the salary class and the politicians who make its existence possible have done whatever they possibly could to continue kicking the can down the road.  In the 1980s, what was left of American manufacturing was sent overseas to China and its satellites, gutting the American lower-middle class and propping up the salary class with obscene wealth.  In the 2000s, inflating property values and tech bubbles to frothy highs did the job until that had to be bailed out in 2008.  After 2008, toxic femininity began its ascent because there was nothing else to do, nowhere else to go, and no resources left to cannibalize.

Toxic femininity is a kind of cannibalism.  It cuts through the gills in order to scrape the last bits out of the tube.  By removing the limits of human decency, it enables sexual access to children.  By lumping in morbid obesity and freak show amputation/disfigurement into an amorphous standard of beauty, it opens the floodgates for medical profiteers to cash in on mental illness and dysmorphia.  By making it acceptable to shame white and/or straight people for the appearance of their skin or their natural sexual urge to cohabit with the opposite sex, it provides endless avenues for vice disguised as virtue.  

Communism

The gay luxury communist utopia where nobody works and everybody eats bugs (ahem delivered by drone) represents a toxic feminine ideal of detached, isolated, self-hobbled bliss.  Klaus Schwab and Bill Gates are the ultimate figureheads of the lifestyle and they both have the man-teats to prove it.  Toxic feminists love communism because they love violence: they advertise their love of it all the time by trying to equate free speech with violence.  Communism itself is a symptom of the ongoing decay of monotheism: it creates demiurges like Pol Pot and Stalin who create mini-Apocalypses in their urge to re-create the world in their own images.  Communism is feminine.  It wants to conquer by infection in equal proportion to dominating via military might.  The irony of communism is its domination by male leaders, and this is also the irony of modern toxic femininity.  It is dominated by males, whether it is transitioning males on the playing field or XY chromosome holders with Her/She bars in hand.

Covid: Attack of the Killer Couch Potatoes

The lockdowns and vaccine hysteria of the 2020s were quite successful (but ultimately failed) attempt at installing toxic feminine communism worldwide.  Without placing males at the heads of its nearly-unlimited hydra, toxic femininity cannot force its will at the end of a gunpoint because it does not know how to handle firearms without men at the helm.  That is why for every Theresa Tam there are three or more male equivalents calling the shots.  Toxic femininity is a cult of people who want to stay home and continue being poisoned, brainwashed, and spoon-fed.  Toxic femininity is soft, pliant, and wants to take in and consume everything it touches.

In its current incarnation, toxic femininity is the juggernaut of the salary class.  The toxic feminine takeover of masks, vaccines, and lockdowns was the most psycho in salary class strongholds.  Neurotic, sclerotic rich people in cozy enclaves fought as hard as such types can fight for keeping Versailles peasant-proof. 

Lockdowns are like McMansions in the way they are designed from the inside out.  In the McMansion, there are enormous rooms the size of small houses that are bundled together in what from outside looks like a packed-together village.  On the inside, there is always a cavernous foyer, a dining room, a living room, a finished basement with another huge living room/wet bar, a master bath, ostensible kid's and guest bedrooms, and at least seven large bathrooms.  What the outside looks like hardly matters as long as all of these standard features are present. 

Similarly, the toxic feminine salary class did not care about practical concerns  such as a functioning economy and the state international shipping as long as it got its wishlist.  The wishlist was mostly a removal of limits on the salary class.  They were sick of commuting, so the primary goal became to give themselves couch time (Netflix and chill and GrubHub) while dictating orders to lower classes from a virtuous perch. 

The handover of wealth from small businesses to mega corporations was fairly obvious when people were allowed to shop at Target or pick up Burger King at the drive thru but the tiny gift shop and café on the corner were forced to close.  Of course the rules were childish: they were endorsed and followed by stunted adults who bought the luxury communist ideal hook, line, and sinker when they were not pressured into accepting its worst parts via shame and threats.  

Subtle signs of yet another pendulum swing are lurking about.  Shirts that read Nobody Cares, Work Harder are suddenly all the rage.  The mainstream TV news media has to try extra hard to drum up interest in the latest failed effort to indict Donald Trump.  Experts are coming out of the woodwork condemning Covid vaccines and all hope of censoring their dissenting voices has been dashed.  I only hope that as the pendulum swings, it finds a few more stops in the middle this time.    

 

 

Comments

[kimberlysteele]

They're the new Right. Back in the 1980s and early 90s, the Right was the force for censorship and mass surveillance. They were the ones inveighing against Beavis and Butthead and MTV in general. They were the ones who worshipped Dick Cheney and who installed Bush junior in the White House. They were the Koch brothers. The Left is everything they used to despise: they're warmongers and censorious pearl-clutchers. Instead of the Koch brothers, the names have changed to Gates, Harari, Schwab, Fauci. They have inordinate amounts of power just as the religious Right used to have. I remember it seemed the power of the religious Right could not possibly come to an end, but now it is in the hands of insane leftists and their zombie minions.