It has taken me a while to wonder about this, but if double standards are bad, aren’t triple standards worse?
We keep hearing, from conservatives, that liberals are terrible hypocrites because they pick on Sarah Palin and other conservative women – while claiming to be advocates of women’s rights. Which means that conservatives really care about women’s rights…right?
I tend to get more exercised about gay rights, in general, than women’s rights. Gays are maybe five percent of the population, while women make up fifty-one percent. As a woman, I have vastly more clout than I do as a lesbian. But does that mean that everything is totally peachy, nowadays, for women?
It certainly is hypocritical to go Pavlovian at every mention of Sarah Palin’s name, while claiming to support feminism. I’ve spoken out about that on numerous occasions. I don’t tend to trust men (or women) who trash Palin in ways they’d condemn as sexist if done to a woman whose politics were farther to the Left.
That having been said, it’s hard to give too much credence to conservatives who bristle with righteous outrage at the Left’s dastardly treatment of Sarah Palin, and other Right-Wing women, while continuing to slap down women with whose politics they disagree and dismissing them as butches, bitches or ho’s.
J “Man,” the Clown Princess of androphile Gender Panic at Gay Patriot, is a prime example of this conservative triple-standard. A few other commenters on that blog tie for a close second.
Absolutely every time I, Priya Lynn or any other woman who dissents from their orthodoxy registers an opinion there, they seem to feel the need to take a slap at our uppity-ness. We’re flighty, hysterical flibbertigibbets, or diesel dykes with big rear ends. We cannot very simply be fellow human beings who hold differing points of view. By these strutting peacocks of masculinity, our gender must always, always somehow be blamed for our awful, scary, dangerous notions.
Either we’re too feminine, not feminine enough or – sometimes within a single comment – both at the same time.
This will likely be used, by those at the other blog who obsessively return to this one to quote it derisively over there, to prove how flibbertigibbet-like and big-butted butch I am. That should be amusing. “Boo-hooooo,” the Manly Ones will sneer, “she’s crying about being a woman!”
Only I’m not crying about being a woman. I’m laughing because I get to be a woman, instead of…that. Whatever the hell it is.
What it isn’t is proof that any of my detractors are real, manly men. All it proves it that they feel the need to prove they are. If they really were, of course, they wouldn’t need to prove it.
If being a hypocrite is bad, calling someone else a hypocrite while being one oneself is worse.
…And their mothers wear Army boots, and their daddies wear pearls!