The Damaged Feminist

 http://theothermccain.com/2015/01/25/the-damaged-feminist/

Emily McCombs is a recovering addict with tattoos and a pierced nose, not to mention a history of bulimia and sexual perversion, so it only makes sense that she is executive editor of the feminist blog XOJane.com. Feminism is a movement of “broken people” who blame “society” for their misfortunes and thus feel compelled to avenge themselves by destroying civilization as we know it.

Now in her early 30s, McCombs confesses that she was an alcoholic, used “cocaine daily for several years” and spent “over a decade as an on-again-off-again bulimic.” As weird as that is, such symptoms of psychiatric abnormality are rather commonly found in the solipsistic “personal-is-political” narratives that feminists write when they aren’t too busy ranting about patriarchal oppression. Like so many other damaged women,McCombs rationalizes her lunatic life as a reaction to “trauma”:

I accept that I made these decisions, although I don’t know that I had much choice — I was so young and had experienced so much trauma that I was probably using the only tools I knew of to survive. . . .
However I explain my past, I have to accept the consequences of my actions.

 

What manner of “trauma” did Emily McCombs experience? It seems to have been mainly self-inflicted, as she elsewhere confesses:

 

I started having sex with adult men when I was 13 years old.
Neglected at home and ostracized at school, I found comfort in the sexual attentions of older men. Unlike boys my own age, who cruelly taunted me, older men were nice to me. Unlike my emotionally distant father, older men paid attention to me.

 

She packs an awful lot of self-pity into those four sentences. Her family “neglected” her, she was “ostracized at school,” boys her age “cruelly taunted” her, her father was “emotionally distant,” and so McCombs is entirely blameless for her adolescent promiscuity.

This is not self-awareness. It’s rationalization.

Feminism provides a political context within which women can exculpate themselves for every problem in their lives. Whatever a woman may do to contribute to her own unhappiness, she can never be blamed — because patriarchy! Male supremacy is the Swiss Army Knife of feminist theory, a universal explanatory tool capable of turning any misfortune in a woman’s life into proof of her victimhood.

Somewhere in Oklahoma, Emily McCombs’ relatives and former schoolmates must be humiliated by her denunciations of them, and this is another function of feminism: Revenge against all the people the damaged woman blames for her unhappy childhood.

Of course, there are men who had unhappy childhoods, men who were neglected at home and cruelly taunted in school, men with histories of substance abuse and sexual perversion, men with tattoos and piercings and a tendency toward self-pity, but no man has access to the rationalization of feminism, which automatically turns women’s unhappiness into a political casus belli, an ideology of revolution.

But please, Ms. McCombs, tell us more about your “trauma”:

I created Prodigy chat rooms with names like “13yo girl home alone” and spent hours chatting and having phone sex with the men who would find me there. I “dated” men in their 20s and 30s that I met at the movie theater, online or hanging around local college town with my other underage girlfriends. I pursued these relationships with with Lolita-like abandon. The terrifying thing is how few adult men ever said no.
I was not coerced. I consented to all these sexual encounters in the basest sense of the world. But I was making choices that I wasn’t emotionally equipped to make.

 

Well, of course not. Whatever she did, she was not responsible.

The patriarchy made her do it. Blame her “emotionally distant” father and the boys who taunted her in school, and also blame the men who did to Emily McCombs what she wanted them to do:

I was 25 before I realized that every man I’d slept with as a teenager was a pedophile. It seemed to me that since I’d courted the attention, that I was fully culpable. What teenager believes she is not mentally or emotionally capable of full consent? . . .
I thought I was the exception for these men, the girl so precocious and advanced that it superseded social norms. . . .
Once, I met a 28-year-old man online and went to his house for a “date.” He began to undress me almost immediately — I went along with it because I wanted him to like me, and our sexual encounter culminated with him holding my head down and ejaculating into my throat while I sputtered and struggled to pull away. Later,I couldn’t understand why he never called me again, why he didn’t want to be my boyfriend.

 

The patriarchy is to blame, because the patriarchy is always to blame for whatever feminists want to complain about.

Were you a lonely teenage girl? The patriarchy!

Did men ejaculate into your throat? The patriarchy!

Did the men you had sex with never call you again? The patriarchy!

One wonders what story Emily McCombs would be telling if her parents had caught her slipping out for a rendezvous with her Internet “boyfriends” and punished her. Probably she would be condemning her parents for their “anti-sex” attitudes, blaming them for “repressing” her adolescent liberation. Feminism is incompatible with personal responsibility, so that whatever a woman’s problem may be, she herself is never to blame. Her unhappiness cannot possibly be her own fault, and if feminism thereby creates a handy excuse for the reckless promiscuity of hot-to-trot teenage girls, so what? As long as the emotionally damaged survivors of self-inflicted “trauma” grow up and join the crusade to destroy civilization as we know it, feminists will count that as a “win.”

Readers will perhaps be comforted to know that Emily McCombs recently adopted a boy. Or perhaps you will be horrified.

Haters!