Aside from Spreading the Word, I have been thinking of other ways to bring on the revolution.
I’m not dismissing good old militancy, but I don’t think I’m quite ready just yet to go the whole hog; despite waking up each morning to yet more atrocities ( I recently had a conversation with a woman who delivered her baby by Caesarian section. While she was on the operating table the surgeon asked her husband whether he wanted to have her tubes tied and he went ahead and gave the doctor permission to sterilize her without consultation. She is still with him.
It reads like an anecdote, or a joke. Unfortunately it’s true. Ah, what a joy it is to wake up every day and be a the scapegoat for men’s loathing.)
So yes, the Phoolan Devi route seems more and more reasonable as time goes on. I’m getting there.
But childcare responsibilities bind women’s hands, as does having a job, and I cannot afford to spend a night in jail, (though once the kids are independent it’ll be look out streets !)
The next port of call is energy. If I hadn’t come across radical feminism I would have continued expending energy on men for the rest of my life. Women are taught that if their relationship breaks down there’s something wrong with them, even if their spouse was abusive. They are told by psychoanalysts that some flaw within them caused them to seek out a faulty man. Women are generally never told, “Look you’re never going to find The One, the Right Man isn’t out there so stop looking NOW and save yourself time and energy.” No, they are trained to keep on searching.
A case in point is Elizabeth Taylor, a Great Beauty of her time and highly talented person, who had her pick of the men, the choice of the best, the creme of the crop. She should have realized when marriage #1 failed that something was up. But in line with her conditioning, she persevered with her search for Prince Charming, the one who would make her happy , (as if any human being can make another person happy)
By marriage number 7 she was still searching. Now if someone had sat her down after number one and told her that he was as good as it gets her life energies could have been diverted to something more worthwhile.
So step 1 of The Plan is eliminate teh menz from yout life and once you shed your man don’t ever search for another again.
Step 2 is Starve Male Organizations of female energy.
Not far from my house is a beautiful ancient shrine, which I visit at least once a week. According to the Shintou religion, the trees and foliage surrounding a shrine must be preserved and never cut down unless they are rotten and dangerous. The untouched woodland makes for a beautiful tranquil haven of rich biodiversity. Yesterday I noticed there was an exhibition being held in the shrine museum, depicting the history of the people of the area. I wanted to go, but stopped myself just in time.
Because I realised that it would not be a true representation of women’s history. Even the poster itself, which I gave a 7/10 at first for showing a breastfeeding mother, was incorrect: the breast was large, a Western woman’s breast, not typically Asian. It was a perfectly formed, pornified breast. I altered the score to 2/10 and decided I would not go; I would not give credence to the re-writing of women’s history by a group of old, dry grey-headed men. I would starve their exhibition of my energy.
I hope that the only people who went to the exhibition yesterday were the friends of the stale grey-heads who created it. But I have a sinking feeling that women went, and that they took their children and taught them the lies that erase women’s pasts.
My hope is that more women abstain from devoting time and energy to men’s ventures. Let’s take it in the same direction as Christianity. Women are beginning to reject the dry, dull ramblings of men inside the stiflingly staid environments of churches, where their children must be hushed, starched and meek. Let’s stop going to talks hosted by male authors, stop lending credence to all of man-made culture, until it eventually folds in on itself and collapses; at which point the contributors and audience will be forced to contemplate the sheer dullness of what they have created without the presence of women’s energy there making it come alive.