(January 31, 2014 at 9:41 pm)futilethewinds Wrote:(January 31, 2014 at 9:33 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Do not get me wrong, do not support the oppression of any group because of their physicality be it men, women, blacks, whites, Latinos etc. However I am skeptical when I hear people say feminism is campaigning for equality, as they don't seem to ever campaign for issues that face men such ad birth control. However I'm perfectly okay with the fact that feminists fight for the rights of women, but fighting for the rights of women is not always fighting for equality. And I'm not just referring to the misandry in radical feminism, but also the rampant conspiracy theories and the common belief that women that disagree with them are brainwashed.The patriarchy is real, and society does train women and men to think in certain way about gender roles and such. I wouldn't call it brainwashing per se, though. The patriarchy isn't really even about sex/gender but about class. Men are the privileged class, and women are the oppressed. This is why women tend to have lower SES (socioeconomic status) than men all over the world. And the quickest way to combat poverty is to focus on the education of women and give them reproductive options (namely, birth control) and MAKE SURE THEY USE IT.
Now this is where I get skeptical, is it not misandrist to make a baseless claim that a group of men are seeking to put down women becausevthey are, also how can you claim femonsm is about equality and then say that innorder to improve society women needs rights that no men have
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
