If a man told you that he was Superman, would you stand idly by as he jumped off the roof of a skyscraper? If a woman was an anorexic starving herself to death, would you be held complicit if you supplied her with purgatives and diet pills?
So, why are we supposed to indulge the obvious mental delusions of those who claim to be the opposite sex, or even no sex at all?
Especially when so indulging their fragile mentality comes at a very high cost to women.
What’s more important – women’s rights or Sam Smith’s feelings? We’ve had a loud and clear answer to that maddest of questions over the past few days. It’s Sam Smith’s feelings. Of course it is. The right of this ear-piercing nonbinary balladeer not to suffer the indignity of winning an award with the word ‘male’ on it – despite his obviously being a bloke – takes precedence over the right of female pop artists to have their own sexed awards category and to pick up gongs for their work. Smith’s eccentric identity trumps your right to win prizes, ladies. Suck it up.
I’m torn between laughter and sadness at the results of this year’s Brit Awards. On the one hand, there’s some definite comedy gold in watching odious third-wave feminists punch themselves in their perennially sour faces yet again. On the other, it’s sad that most women, who don’t want what third-wave feminists are selling, are the ones paying the price.
The screechy, whiny rainbow-feminist brigade stamped their little feet and waved their flabby little arms to get “gender neutral” awards. And we found out just what happens when women aren’t shielded from unscrupulous, nasty “progressive” men oozing into their territory.
This is the news that all the nominees in the Brit Awards’ gender-neutral Artist of the Year award are men this year. Or people assigned male at birth, I should say. Harry Styles, Stormzy, George Ezra, Central Cee and Fred Again. Not a lady in sight. (And no, Mr Styles, the fact that you occasionally don polka-dot dresses and ruby booties and talk about sprinkling ‘nuggets of sexual ambiguity’ into pop culture doesn’t change that you’re a fella.) The media are shocked. In our girlboss era, not one girl’s up for artist of the year? ‘Why are no women nominated for best artist?’, asks a startled BBC.
Because, when you let the mentally-deranged cocks-in-frocks and creepy simps into your change room, you’re gonna get groped into oblivion.
Gender-critical voices warned that collapsing the male and female categories into one flabby, woke, unsexed Artist of the Year field would disadvantage pop’s women. Even the Brits itself seemed to see the downsides to genderfluidity. In 2021, in response to the trans lament that having male and female categories excludes those, like Smith, who fantasise that they’re post-sex, the Brits said it would make changes. But if change ‘unintentionally leads to less inclusion, then it risks being counterproductive to diversity and equality’, it warned. That’s now happened. The infinitesimally small number of nonbinary pop acts are included, women are not. In 2023, anyway […]
Every year at the Brits a female artist has been cheered for her contribution to pop. Except this year. Under the banner of ‘inclusion’, women are out. What a slippery, doublespeak word ‘inclusion’ has become.
For all their blatherskite about “inclusion”, it’s brutally demonstrated, again and again, that what the rainbow left actually specialise in is exclusion. Of everyone except a bunch of weirdos whose narcissism is the squared inverse of their actual attractiveness.
That’s the other point – the staggering narcissism of the nonbinary ideology. These people really do believe that the entire world should mould itself around their ideology. Male and female awards must be scrapped. Female toilets, changing rooms and other private spaces must be thrown open to men who feel like women. Even language itself must be twisted and bent to these people’s identity feels. So we’re all expected to use ‘preferred pronouns’ and even to mangle grammar by using ‘they’ to refer to one person […]
The truly oppressive force was not the Brits having male and female categories but the pressure put on the Brits to scrap those categories in order to flatter the narcissistic delusions of a few nonbinaries.
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There’s an easy solution to this nonsense, of course.
Set up a separate, “non-binary” and “trans” awards nights for the flouncing fantasists. Run tranny-only sports events.
Where will these events be run, you ask? Also easy.
In the circus sideshow, where they always used to be. People once paid good money to laugh at freaks, I’m sure they’ll do so again.
