Imagine for a moment that you are part of a herd of female monkeys. Say you’re their queen, their leader. You’ve been naughty monkeys and mooching off of Man’s largesse. You’ve been eating his bananas, drinking his water (while urinating in it), stealing his stuff and at the same time screeching, flinging feces and insults all the while claiming to anyone that might listen that Man is cruel and has harmed you in oh so many ways.
And this has worked admirably well. It has worked because Man’s instinct is to help you and he is gullible, maybe even stupid, certainly naïve. But somehow things have recently changed. Man is no longer smiling, no longer helping you. In fact he’s looking furious and sending you murderous glances. He’s a big man, a lot stronger than you are. After all, you’re just a poor, gentle little monkey and all…you wouldn’t harm a soul. And what’s his problem anyway? He has all those bananas. He’s so privileged. He must have a secret support structure in place somehow; let’s call it ‘Patriarchy’. And let’s downplay and forget the fact that it was Man’s sweat and labor that brought forth the bananas in the first place.
So what do you do? Heh, it’s rather obvious really. You give as little ground as possible for as many bananas as possible. Maybe you sacrifice the cheekiest, naughtiest monkey (Feminism I) and use it as a scapegoat. You fling it over to Man and shift all blame on it while absolving yourself of all sin. You tell Man that ‘not all monkeys are like that’ (NAMALT), that, really, it’s just a few bad monkeys while most are wonderful creatures and had nothing to do with those terrible actions, like *EVER*. You tell Man that you are on his side (just like the Feminists did) and that all you want is to create a just and good world. You pay lipservice to the reconciliation of the sexes while simultaneously crafting a new paradigm, a new yoke to put on the shoulders of that dumb beast Man. Really, it’s difficult to keep from snickering while you use a combination of strawmen, deflection, rhetoric gyrations and shaming language to reframe reality and create a new system, a new kind of leash just like many times before.
This – in a nutshell – is what Susan Walsh is attempting with HUS. She’s ahead of the curve in that she’s realized that men are starting to wake up and thus sooner or later Feminism I is going to fail. So now she’s preparing the next permutation of female supremacism and entitlement. She’s camouflaging it with some traditional, PUA and even manosphere coating but really it is nothing else than a new exploitation mechanism. Mix a bit of traditional patriarchy with some new age Churchianity, reformed slutdom, born again virginhood, entitlement and victim mentality and hey presto there it is: a new world where everything is “different” while still being the same.
After all “not all scorpions are like that” (NASALT), Susan explains, “because one of them didn’t bite you.”