“Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore and no aspect of society being at all relevant to women, there remains to civic-minded, responsible, thrill-seeking females only to overthrow the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the male sex.” – Valerie Solanas, SCUM Manifesto
Pretty fucking much.
It’s not that there’s nothing to do. There’s plenty to fucking do. Laundry and cooking and cleaning. Work, pay taxes, contemplate a retirement savings for an old age that may never come.
I have realized anew how BORING patriarchy is. The way it’s organized is mind-numbingly stupid and anti-life, anti-basic reason, dead, shallow, mundane, ridiculous, and then to top it all off: brutal and mean. Women don’t get a moment’s rest to even think about how to Be in this world in a way that is remotely enjoyable. We’re busy scraping by most of the time. A lot of us turn to drugs, alcohol, insomnia, etc. Just about all of us have spent periods of time with our heads deliberately detached from our bodies so as not to feel the lethal cocktail of agonizing boredom or boring agony. We’re all mental, that’s for damn sure, and it’s because we have to endure this shit every waking moment of our lives.
Being awake means seeing them exploit us right in front of our faces, right to our very faces, and not being able to do a damn thing about it, cause we need that paycheck, or cannot afford to get a ticket, or don’t want to go to prison. “He’s not worth being locked up for.” I’ve heard this from so many women. Doesn’t matter if the bloke beat and raped us. We can’t do shit. We can’t even kill him, which would be natural law.
So if we cannot even avenge for grave injustice done against us, what chance do we have of any FUN before we die? These snools are deliberately and literally stealing our lives from us. We drone on upholding their defunct stupid system while they play cards with some guards to hold us at gunpoint if we revolt.
This is why so many women are fucking suicidal. The main difference between radical feminists and other women seems to be the degree to which we face that shit. It’s not that radical feminists KNOW anything the average woman does not. Every woman already knows what is going on. We know it when we scrub a toilet. We all know. But radical feminists are hell-bent on uncovering this information from the place in our minds that most women are perhaps wise to keep under lockdown so they can function in Bore-Ocracy, a dystopian alien planet run by psychotic murdering mutants who spend their time making toys that can explode the entire world and a few other planets in the solar system.
“It is my judgement in these things that when you see something that is technically sweet, you go ahead and do it, and you argue about what to do about it only after you have had your technical success. That is the way it was with the atomic bomb. I don’t think anybody opposed making it; there was some doubt about what to do with it after it was made.” Robert “Oppie” Oppenheimer
Shit like ^^^^ THAT will send a woman reeling if we have to really think about it, but the truth is that shit like that is patriarchy in a nutshell, and there is nowhere to run. Patriarchy is global, pervasive, in our beds and in our minds. The part that sends me right over the edge is this: “I don’t think anybody opposed making it.” REALLY? Did you ask WOMEN? Oh, RIGHT we are NOBODY. Whoops, keep forgetting that detail. So basically we’re in the trunk of a car with the kids, Windex and gloves (cleaning it) and the driver is drunk, headed towards a cliff, and he won’t even at least let us drive so we’ll get to hell safely, cause he says we’re incapable of driving.
Oh my Goddess, my head explodes.
“There was some doubt about what to do with it after it was made.” Okay, dude, you’re just trolling us now. Please, for the love of all women’s sanity, do not suggest that on TOP of all this, you do not know why you built an atomic bomb. Even the ants know why men built an atomic bomb and what will be done with it. The purpose of a bomb is to blow shit up. That is the only reason for making a bomb. THE ONLY ONE.
I need to ragequit. I am so bored I want to shoot myself fresh every morning right in the head. The reason is because life in patriarchy is death. It’s dragging a corpse to work, out into the streets to be among mutants, to fear them, to live on linear time and listen to other women talk about their shoes because they are so fucking bored they have turned boredom into a fucking art form. I want to cry. Where is the OFF switch or the OUT button?
There isn’t one. I’m STUCK on this alien planet with these psychotic murdering mutants, and they are in charge, and everything beautiful which would bring joy, they will kill. In fact, the number one factor in the likelihood that men will destroy something is that it’s beautiful and full of life. These dudes have a radar system to mutilate, destroy, distort, and suck dry every single meaningful scrap of existence they can, and I feel like I am constantly on a womanhunt trying to find an overlooked piece of bone to suck the marrow out of for some nutrients. But no. They don’t even leave behind the bones.
And I hate their stupid military outfits. They need to get over themselves. We don’t care about your medals for shooting people or your neurotically ironed shirt and silly hat. Fuck off.