The first time I saw a striptease show was at the ripe age of six. A snooty, upper-crust cousin from my mother’s side was setting fire to rupees as if they were autumn leaves by hosting a wedding at a five-star hotel in Bombay. The cousin printed the invitation cards in Portuguese. The pomposity instantly pissed off my dad. He didn’t bother to read the notice below the RSVP, which stated that the reception was Strictly Adults Only.
So there we were – pop, mom, yours truly and little sis (aged four) in tow – witnessing our first cabaret. Since Post-traumatic Striptease Disorder hadn’t yet been diagnosed by the American Psychiatric Association, little sis and I were scurried in under cover of darkness to watch a nymphet-of-sorts casting away various outer and inner garments, while a spotlight played light and shadow tricks with her anatomy and a jazz band with an Indian-imitation Louis Armstrong musically massaged her with velvety notes from the musical Cabaret.
Like Dr. Christine Blasey Ford, I don’t remember the day or date or the place but I do recall being driven by taxi to the hotel and I can assure my readers that the artiste didn’t try to grope me although she did offer me a cuddle of a non-sexual nature, amused that a dwarf (I’m sure she thought I was a retarded adult) would take time to come and applaud her Nijinsky-like acrobatics.
The second time I saw a striptease show was yesterday, today and each day since the commencement of the Brett Kavanaugh freak show. All this while I had assumed that this was essentially about the Democrats holding power in the Supreme Court—the politburo of the American Left for over seventy years. The façade began to wear thin when Diane Feinstein and her fellow-vampires like Kamala Harris ganged up to crush Kavanaugh on his views regarding abortion.
During the Senate Judiciary Committee hearing, Harris asked if Kavanaugh knew of any laws “that the government has power to make over the male body?” The entire room was silent for three seconds before Kavanaugh replied: “Um … I’m happy to answer a more specific question, but …” “Male versus female,” Harris snapped. Kavanaugh fumbled. Harris repeated the question. “I’m not aware of any right now, Senator,” Kavanaugh finally responded.
As the process accelerated to its finale and a victory for the white male judge became certain, toxic feminism revealed its real, repulsive face. The feminist matriarchy began flinging off every threadbare garment of gender equality, justice, oppression, etc. that forms the socially acceptable accoutrement of feminist ideology in its striptease dance of death. It was like a Grimm Brothers’ fairytale with the nice lady inviting Hansel and Gretel into her house constructed of cake, candy and confectionery revealing herself as an ugly, cannibalistic witch.
The feminist cannibalism of Kavanaugh climaxed with false accusations of sexual assault by Christine Blasey Ford followed by sirens Deborah Ramirez and Julie Swetnick. The culmination was the collective feminist aneurysm and the mob-of-the-matriarchy gone mad with protests, arrests, screaming, wailing and an outbreak of hysteria and delirium tremendum that would have led Arthur Miller to write an updated edition of The Crucible.
And what the world saw is feminism stripped naked, displaying raw toxicity and flashing itself as the virulent and noxious sepsis of civil society. Feminism exposed its primal quest: making a Faustian deal with the devil in order to become like God, as in the archetypal story of Eve and the serpent in Genesis.
Needless to say, feminist matriarchs from Simone de Beauvoir and Betty Friedan to Sandra Lee Bartkey and Gloria Steinem explicitly outlined the aims and objectives of feminism in their writings—but who bothers to read this junk philosophy unless you are doing a degree in Gender Studies? Don’t worry. Now, you can watch the toxic feminism in all its glory on television or YouTube.
The striptease around the Kavanaugh show trial is revealing to us how gender feminism isn’t fundamentally a pro-woman but an anti-man movement. It isn’t driven by the adrenaline of a genuine concern for women, but by a deep-rooted hatred of men. Feminism isn’t trying to correct misogyny; it is seeking to create a dark and bigoted misandry.
Just before the Kavanaugh event, sociologist Suzanna Danuta Walters, Director of the Women’s, Gender, and Sexuality Studies Program at Northeastern University wrote a Washington Post column titled “Why can’t we hate men?” arguing that it was “logical to hate men”. She rankled at the women who said accused the “system” and not men. She thundered;
“We have every right to hate you. You have done us wrong. #BecausePatriarchy. It is long past time to play hard for Team Feminism. And win.”
Toxic feminism is about winning. Not just the war, but the spoils of war. “You have to ask yourself, why would anybody put themselves through this if they did not believe that they had important information to convey to the Senate?” asked Hillary Clinton. “Nobody fails to understand that this is like jumping into a cauldron,” echoed former vice president Joe Biden, referring to Anita Hill, who falsely accused Justice Clarence Thomas of sexual harassment for telling off-color sexist jokes.
Cauldron, my ass, Joe! If anything it is jumping into the cauldron of instant celebrity fame and success. In a culture where the self-proclaimed victim is instantly canonized the rewards of accusing a Very Important Man at a Very Important Moment of sexual assault can be colossal. Leveling an accusation is the easiest task in the feminist DIY manual. Fabricating a story with a pedestrian plot does not require the genius of a Dostoevsky.
Guess what happened to Anita Hill, the paradigmatic victim of the patriarchy? “For Hill, the cauldron of attention cooked up a lot of career opportunities,” notes Professor Janice Fiamengo of the University of Ottawa in her video called “The Anita Hill School of Success”.
Following her testimony at the Thomas hearings, 1992, Hill received the American Bar Association’s “Women of Achievement” Award. In 1993, she was inducted into Oklahoma’s Women’s Hall of Fame. In the same year, she co-edited a book called Race, Gender, and Power in America: The Legacy of the Hill-Thomas Hearings.
In 1997 she was given a visiting scholar position at UC Berkeley, and soon after that she was hired by Brandeis University, where she teaches courses on gender, race, social policy and legal history. In 1997, she made her role in the Thomas hearings the subject of her autobiography, self-effacingly titled Speaking Truth to Power. She now regularly makes guest appearances on news and current affairs shows as an expert on sexual harassment.
“I think it’s fair to say that nothing Anita Hill ever did contributed more positively to her public profile than her claims about Clarence Thomas, even though they were never proven,” says Fiamengo. Even liberal Alan Dershowitz, Harvard Law School professor emeritus admits, “One fact is beyond dispute: Anita Hill has made a fortune off speaking and book fees solely on the basis of her accusations.”
You can already see a new star added to the feminist Milky Way in the person of Christine Blasey Ford. Her supporters have already raised over half a million dollars to cover her costs and you don’t need to look into a crystal ball to predict her meteoric career rise. As Che and the workers sing in the musical Evita: “When the money keeps rolling in, you don’t ask how. Think of all the people guaranteed a good time now.”
Malcolm Muggeridge, the English journalist, once quipped that if Jesus were alive at the advent of television, the devil would approach him and offer him a slot on primetime global TV so instead of a ragtag lot following him in Galilee, everyone will know him. There will be no commercials, just one public relations sponsor—Lucifer Inc. No more than: “This program comes to you courtesy of Lucifer Inc. at beginning and end with credits.” Jesus, of course, says “No,” and is dismissed by all as irrelevant and “crazy.”
Christine Blasey Ford and her fellow-feminists have said a resounding “Yes” to the fourth temptation. This is not surprising because the Hebrew root for “Satan” means “adversary” or “accuser” while the Greek “Diabolos” means “accuser” or “slanderer”. The book of Revelation calls the devil the “accuser of our brethren”. Jesus refers to him as a “murderer from the beginning” who “does not stand in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks out of his own character, for he is a liar and the father of lies”.
More than anything else, abortion is the holy grail of feminism and the Brett Kavanaugh freak show was all about abortion. The striptease of feminism exposes feminism as a baby-murdering movement. In Abortion and the Politics of Motherhood, Kristin Luker’s study of attitudes on abortion, one feminist put it this way: “we can get all the rights in the world … and none of them means a doggone thing if we don’t own the flesh we stand in”. Feminists, of course, have to first dehumanize the fetus by telling a scientific lie that it is “my body” before they can murder the baby, even if it is a girl baby!
But the biggest revelation of the striptease is the gargantuan effort to perpetuate the diabolic slander that women in the West continue to be oppressed by men. It was left to the truly brave Kristy Swanson, who originated the role of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in the 1992 film, to expose this monumental lie.
Woman have ALL the power. We decide Everything, when to eat dinner, go to sleep, wake up, date, have sex, get married, when we will have babies, go to school, go to work & have careers, play sports, run for office & even for potus. What’s with the victim train? #WomenHaveItAll https://t.co/ZJRq8RXq85— Kristy Swanson (@KristySwansonXO) August 21, 2018
I had felt a great deal of sympathy for Christine Blasey Ford when I watched her testify. As more and more of her lies were exposed and as more and more of the feminist agenda was unveiled, the spotlight in the striptease fell on Christine’s face. To my horror, I saw that the plaintive victim Christine had morphed into the manipulative Queen Jezebel. In the biblical story, Jezebel gets “two worthless men” to bring false accusations against the peasant Naboth. Jezebel’s husband King Ahab steals Naboth’s vineyard and Naboth is stoned to death.