Vanessa de Largie | The Spectator | October 18, 2021
Male feminists are suss. Always have been. Always will be.
They spend their days defending girl-power and, in exchange, they receive cookies from the fembots for being good little lap dogs. What’s even worse is that numerous “male feminists” have been accused of sexual misconduct.
Prominent male feminists on the ‘MeToo allegation list’ include comedian Louis CK and Vice columnist Michael Hafford. These men spent years being feminist allies and getting rewarded accordingly. There is no doubt whatsoever that the support they received from feminism bolstered their careers and popularity.
Identifying as a male feminist definitely has its perks. For starters, your head, penis and scrotum will be saved from the executioner’s block. But (insert Tim Shaw’s voice here) wait there’s more…
Identifying as a male feminist can give you access to women under false pretenses. Women may trust you more because they have marked you as safe. You may get invited into their thoughts, their DM’s, their homes and more.
The term ‘male feminist’ wasn’t really a thing when I was being sexually abused as a child in the 1980s and 90s. But my abuser fits the ‘male feminist type’ perfectly.
He was a voice for women, worked in a female-dominated workplace and was surrounded by female colleagues and friends that thought he was wonderful. Meanwhile, I was dying every day inside, as pieces of my innocence were torn away.
Why would you even want to identify as a male feminist? Why can’t you just be a man that supports women’s rights? There is no need for the heroism. It defeats the whole purpose.
I had a wonderful father and I also have wonderful male friends and colleagues. But none of them identify as male feminists yet they are all great men.
I am repulsed by male feminists because I know full well they are wolves dressed up as lambs.