Angry Feminist Professor Spews Man-Hatred in the Washington Post
RUSH: “Victoria Bissell Brown, a retired history professor at Grinnell College,” which means she also taught your children. Grinnell College. Grinnell. That’s a big name in Iowa, but I did not bother to look where Grinnell College is. She lives in Haverford, Pennsylvania. Haverford Township. So, anyway, “I yelled at my husband last night. Not pick-up-your-socks yell. Not how-could-you-ignore-that-red-light yell.
“This was real yelling.” This was not why-did-you-leaven-the-toilet-set-up yelling. “This was 30 minutes of from-the-gut yelling. Triggered by a small, thoughtless, dismissive, annoyed, patronizing comment. Really small. A micro-wave [sic] that triggered a hurricane. I blew. Hard and fast. And it terrified me. I’m still terrified by what I felt and what I said. I am almost 70 years old. I am a grandmother.
“Yet in that roiling moment, screaming at my husband as if he represented every clueless male on the planet … I announced that I hate all men and wish all men were dead. If one of my grandchildren yelled something that ridiculous, I’d have to stifle a laugh. My husband of 50 years did not have to stifle a laugh. He took it dead seriously.” I don’t have a doubt that he did! I don’t think this guy’s probably ever laughed with his wife in 50 years, but that’s just me speculating.
Let me continue. My husband “did not defend his remark, he did not defend men. He sat, hunched and hurt, and he listened. For a moment, it occurred to me to be grateful that I’m married to a man who will listen to a woman. The winds calmed ever so slightly in that moment,” when she realized he was okay. “And then the storm surge welled up in me as I realized the pathetic impotence of nice men’s plan to rebuild the wreckage by listening to women.”
Guys, do you realize how hopeless this is? This guy did everything right, and he still blew it! He listened, he did everything, and his wife still welled up and exploded because what he was doing still wasn’t enough! And yet there’s nothing else he could have done. “As my rage rushed through the streets of my mind,” and I’ll guarantee you most of ’emm are one way, folks, “toppling every memory of every good thing my husband has ever done (and there are scores of memories)…”
Do you realize what this woman’s saying? She’s gotten mad here. Her husband is not responsible for it, and she’s getting madder and madder and madder at him in the midst of him doing everything right. The rage is rushing through the streets of her mind toppling every good memory of her husband she’s got! This is in the Washington Post! “I said the meanest thing I’ve ever said to him. ‘Don’t you dare sit there and sympathetically promise to change.’”
That’s what she said to him.
The “meanest thing … ever.”
“Don’t say that you’re gonna stop yourself before you blurt out some impatient, annoyed, controlling mark.’” This woman’s 70! She’s still mad her husband controls her? I guarantee you it’s the other way around. “No, I said [to him], you can’t change. You are unable to change. You don’t have the skills and you won’t do it. You, I said, are one of the good men. You respect women, you believe in women, you like women, you don’t hit women or rape women or in any way abuse women.
“You have applauded and funded feminism for a half-century. You are one of the good men. And you cannot change. You can listen all you want, but that will not create one iota of change.” Well, then… This poor guy! (laughing) Do you realize what this woman is saying? The guy is perfect, and yet he’s guilty! He’s perfect, but his perfection will not change anything. He has being right on the money, everything she wants, will not matter.
“In the centuries of feminist movements that have washed up and away, good men have not once organized their own mass movement to change themselves and their sons or to attack the mean-spirited, teasing, punching thing that passes for male culture. Not once. Bastards. Don’t listen to me. Listen to each other. Talk to each other. Earn your power for once. The gender war that has broken out in this country is flooding all our houses. It’s rising on the torrent of memories that every woman has.”
I said what I said about three weeks ago, that these women have this irrational hatred aimed at men. They’re angry. I said, “I don’t know what’s happened to them, but something did,” and that quote has been brought up and recycled all over the Drive-By Media, probably because they know it hit the nail on the head. But this is… This is as incomprehensible as this professor suggesting that if you vote Republican, you’re responsible for hurricanes finding you and wiping you out.
And if you want to stop it, stop voting for Republicans who the “climate deniers.” And when you stop voting Republicans, the hurricanes will know to leave you alone. Hurricanes will continue to seek out Republicans and destroy them and their property but leave you alone if you vote Democrat. This woman spends half this column thanking her husband for being perfect and ideal and doing everything right — not raping her, not abusing her or anybody else — but it’s not enough. It’s not enough. She’s 70 years old, a former professorette.
“No man,” she writes… “No man right now understands the flood that is rushing through women’s brains, and only women in the deepest denial have evacuated their minds before the flood could reach them.” Huh? Let me try that again. “No man right now understands the flood that is rushing through women’s brains…” Victoria? Hint: We never have. That’s the fun of it. But, see, that will not be understood. That will not. That won’t work.
“No man right now understands the flood that is rushing through women’s brains, and only women in the deepest denial have evacuated their minds before the flood could reach them. … Memories of being dismissed, disdained, distrusted. Memories of having to endure put-downs at the office, catcalls in the parking lot, barked orders at a dinner party. And, for some reason, the most chilling memory of all, the one Christine Blasey Ford called up and that we all recognized: the laughter.
“The laughter of men who are bonding with each other by mocking us. When Ford testified under oath that the laughter is the sharpest memory of her high school assault, every woman within the sound of her voice could hear that laughter, had heard that laughter, somewhere, somehow.” Ladies, does this describe all of you? Are you this consumed with hatred, even for the guy you love in your life who may not be guilty of any of this, is not guilty of any of it?
He’s done everything right. He’s respectful. He has not abused you. He’s not mocked you. He’s not laughed at you. He’s not raped you. “Thanks for Not Raping … But It’s Not Enough.” Does that describe your relationship with the man in your life? It’s the Washington Post! Not the penny saver. Not some little, flimsy do-rag out there that you never find unless you go to some out-of-the-way store in a strip mall. This is the Washington Post op-ed section.
Who thinks like this? “Thanks for Not Raping Us, All You ‘Good Men.’ But It’s Not Enough.”
Well, what would be, then?