I know, I know. I’m not sure if I can live with myself after agreeing with Amanda Marcotte. And I’m not sure if I can live with my self for standing against the feminist blogsophere and with yet another author of yet another navel-gazing, self-centered memoir piece about how reading Shakespeare and Elizabeth Bishop brought her life meaning.
HOWEVER, I cannot believe that a feminist blog devoted an entire post to attacking a woman who wrote her dumb navel-gazing memoir about the time she dated and then broke up with some guy that she rightfully thinks poorly of.
- He has no job and lives off his mother (see: superman sheets)
- He dropped out of high school at 16.
- He has no interest in a GED
- He is an “artist”, and really, aren’t they all?
- He has an “undiagnosed learning disability”, and really, don’t they all? If I had a quarter for every lazy motherfucker living off of his mom, smoking pot and playing video games because of his “undiagnosed learning disability” I’d be dead.
Her crime which makes her worthy of a serious drubbing by feministe, is that she pushed him into enrolling in college part time. He struggled and hated it. This is presented as an example of her ableism and elitism because she could not accept this dude as he was, or break up with him. Which, okay, fair enough, it’s dumb to expect someone to change his life just because you want him to. And yes, her initial relationship was an example of the cringe-inducing “slumming” that a lot of middle-class college girls do.
BUT! Remember that time I said I was waiting with baited breath for someone to propose the Girlfriend Scam as a legitimate form of self care? It totally happened and this is what it looks like.
Is this what feminism is? Is this our example of “intersectional” feminism? God forbid anyone on feministe ever take seriously the concern of women living in poverty or make any noise about how tangible issues around disability effect women with disabilities. Instead we’ll use “intersectional feminism” to berate some girl in her early 20s for not being accepting enough of some loser parasite boyfriend with no job and superman sheets.