Stand by Your Manhood
Aphrodite’s name did second-wave feminism, born when Betty Friedan co-founded the National Organization for Women in 1967, manage to position itself against the sexual revolution? Well, it’s simple: instead of encouraging women to take ownership of their own sexuality, their dogma locked onto a dead-end rhetoric of male oppression and female victimhood.
    After some initial resistance from a few prominent male writers, men essentially fled underground on feminist issues and now, in the absence of intelligent critique, it’s been unable to self-correct ever since [which is where we are today].
    Wow, that’s an instant cure for priapism right there. Mercifully, she refrains from saying ‘I told you so.’
    Two decades earlier, Paglia predicted the current climate when she said, ‘leaving sex to the feminists is like letting your dog vacation at the taxidermist’. A little harsh? Maybe. Last time I checked, plenty of feminists enjoyed sex. Then again, there are certainly some ‘interesting’ quotes about this from the sisterhood. America lawyer Catherine MacKinnon once said, ‘All heterosexual intercourse is rape because women, as a group, are not strong enough to give meaningful consent’, whilst Valerie Solanas – the woman who tried to kill Andy Warhol and penned the SCUM manifesto, which cheerfully encouraged the extermination of boys – said, ‘To call a man an animal is to flatter him; he’s a machine, a walking dildo.’
    Thankfully, Solanas’s plan died with her in 1988 and the Society for Cutting Up Men never really bounced back, but when you consider sex to be the single most dynamic, vital interchange between the genders, her choice of target isn’t remotely surprising. Sex
is
power.
    For some contemporary ‘sextremists’, the very act of it – the physical process of an erect penis entering a vagina, an anus, a mouth – isn’t a natural expression of attraction, but remains proof of men’s aggressive nature. Even when it’s nothing of the kind. Still, in these instances, biology is begrudged for its perceived anatomical slight against women and the penis suddenly doubles as a lethal weapon (well, when it’s not too small or too soft, I assume).
    Ms
magazine’s Robin Morgan once said (and never retracted) that ‘rape exists any time sexual intercourse occurs when it has not been initiated by the woman’, which makes me wonder why she married a man and how she’s coping with having a son. After all, Andrea Dworkin – who seemingly had a chip on each shoulder to balance herself out – once claimed: ‘The annihilation of a woman’s personality, individuality, will and character is the prerequisite to male sexuality … [and] every woman’s son is her potential betrayer. The inevitable rapist or exploiter of another woman.’
    Yep, that’s
you
she’s talking about there. And to think this shit still gets taught in Women’s Studies classes.
    But, hang on, if men weren’t men – if they didn’t find women attractive and want to sleep with them – what would become of all that famous feminine mystique? The power women possess as sexual beings? That timeless, intoxicating allure men are programmed to respond to? Well, quite frankly, it’d become redundant – creating millions of female eunuchs overnight. Suddenly, all over the world, girlfriends would become the butt of impotency jokes because their power to control men with sex would end.
    As the gatekeepers to sex – the bouncers on the bedroom door, perhaps – they understand that, contrary to popular perception, they’re not passive, weak andone-dimensional in the exchange. They’re actually the ones in control because they determine when men get it. Therefore, if they play it shrewdly – both personally and politically – they can ultimately control men to their advantage.
    Think about it: sex isn’t something men do to women, it’s an act that’s enjoyed together. But politically, there’s no sway in that – and, if

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