When Superman was first created he had the power to jump tall buildings, run as fast as a train and dodge bullets. His creators gradually increased his powers, till he had strength enough to lift planets, speed equal to the speed of light, and a host of other superpowers that made him completely invulnerable. And then they realized that only one person is completely invulnerable, and that is God – and let’s face it, God is boring. You can be afraid of an omnipotent God, you can even force yourself to love Him, but you cannot really emotionally connect with Him on a mortal level. And so they had to introduce weaknesses in Superman’s indestructibility that made him more human and less alien – and importantly, more lovable.
The acolytes of Feminism are making the same mistake as the creators of Superman did – they’re creating the myth of a female as a superhero(ine). An indestructible, invincible, omnipotent being who is perfect physically, emotionally and spiritually. They have succeeded in creating an intellectual atmosphere where it’s politically incorrect to impute that a woman can be anything less than perfect in any sphere of life. Even her imperfections are supposed to be perfections. If a morbid emotional dependence on calorie-rich food makes her fat, you’re supposed to love her natural curves. If she’s acting bitchy, you’re supposed to empathize with her tribulations in a male-dominated world that have driven her to the edge of her emotional cliff. You can never criticize her body, her intellect, her clothes, her opinions – not even her opinion about you being a chauvinist, potential-molester pig male.
Being reasonably active on social media, I’ve often seen instances of women who consider themselves perfect in every possible way, without the hard foundation of evidence to back that claim. Now I agree that this is a general human phenomenon of modern times – affecting both genders equally. But in case of such pricks of the male gender, there are more than enough people willing to prove with copious sarcasm that they’re nothing but shallow, entitled pricks. However when women act like Ms Perfection and Ms Know-it-all, there’s a curious lack of opposition to their flimsy claims. On the contrary, there will be many men who would be actually contributing to such women’s megalomania by encouraging statements like “More power to you girl!” And if a boor like me were to raise questions on the veracity of her opinions, these men mount their brave horses, take up their lances of words, and descend on such as me in a flurry of war cries.
To be independent, to have one’s own opinions, to be strong when times are difficult – these are all desirable qualities in women (and in men). But strength does not lie in the denial of one’s weaknesses and vulnerabilities – true strength lies in acknowledging them, accepting that one is not perfect, and carrying on in life as best as one can. Without accepting one’s blemishes, we tend to create a fake paradise around us, in which we are Gods and our opinions are angels whose glory and power has to be accepted by everyone around us or run the risk of being butchered into pieces by the flaming sword of self-righteousness. Do you wonder then that such women are so loud in their vehemence, so unforgiving to opposition, so implacable in their sanctimony?
Feminism has also taught women the virtues of permanent victimhood. By virtue of belonging to the female gender, you become a victim. No matter you’ve been born into spoon-fed privilege, no matter you’ve never had to even dream of an iPhone before your papa bought it for his little princess with effusions of gratitude for her hug and peck on the cheek – you are victim simply because you’re a woman. Now the problem with having a victim mentality is that you begin to harbor bitterness towards the nasty world which has victimized you, you tend to become self-centered and narcissistic because hey, the whole world owes you complete attention in lieu of victimizing you. And when you’re a narcissist, you don’t give anything to others – you are only interested in taking your dues: materially, physically and emotionally. You become a superficial, entitled, shallow, whining bitch.
Is it a wonder then that such women roam the corridors of social media looking for true love and never find it? Because someone forgot to tell them that love is not about taking – it’s about giving. Love is standing in front of your lover naked with all your blemishes and vulnerabilities – unashamed of them, because he is your lover and he is supposed to love you as you are, not as some sort of imagined statue of perfect beauty, strength and invincibility. You’re not a shallow God lady – you’re a human being and you can only be loved as a human being.