D.J. Tanner is all grown up. And she’s become what I’d call a good, Christian wife and mother. With the release of her new book, Candace Cameron is turning heads. In it, she describes her role as a “submissive” wife. Adopting the principles of Ephesians 5: 22-23 seems to have worked for her. She’s been married for 17 years and is the mother of three.
It should come as no surprise that she’s being vilified in this press. (Why do they care, exactly)?? Perhaps someone should explain to them her version of submission comes from the Bible, not Christian Grey’s Red Room. No matter. I’ve been perusing the internet and I’ve learned it’s not her fault anyway. She’s just trauma-bonded to her husband.
My previous post of the series was about how emotional/sexual attachment to men (“heterosexuality”) exists only within the context of OPPRESSION, GENOCIDE or globally organised violence against women by men as a class. Which means that this emotional bond to men can’t be anything else than an uncontrolled chemical response to that inescapable violence and oppression. A response to which men have conditioned us through a fine-tuned system of repression, deprivation, constraints and reward, grooming and brainwashing – aimed to modify our behaviour to ensure our long-term submission. Within this inescapable subordination to men, we can only fear them or trauma-bond to them: therefore love does not exist towards men.
– intercourse and manufactured female pleasure: politics of love part III
I should win some sort of award for getting this far into Witchwind’s blog Radical Wind. That’s from part three, my friends. THREE!!
To say that the author is a feminist is akin to calling the Ft. Hood shooting “workplace violence.” Radical feminist doesn’t even do her justice. She’s bat poo crazy. Her recent posting is making the rounds on the internet garnering mentions from Twitter to the Huffington Post. She’s even being ridiculed on Democratic Underground!
I wish I’d poured a glass of wine before I started reading. “PIV is always rape, ok?” (That’s as far as I got before I had to Google PIV. If you already knew what it was, I applaud you). At over 1,100 words, it’s an extraordinary amount of verbiage to essentially say, “I hate men.” She starts in much the same way you’d expect, “Just to recall a basic fact: Intercourse/PIV is always rape, plain and simple.”
In what reality, other than your own, is that a fact, basic or otherwise?
It all went downhill from there. The heck with wine; I should have grabbed a bottle of scotch. Giving a description of sex that appears to have come from Ted Bundy’s diary, it becomes pretty clear just how damaged this woman is. By the end of her bitter rant, I almost felt sorry for her. What a sad, lonely world she exists in. At every turn she sees a world in which she is shackled, chained up, by anything with a penis.
This woman will never experience the heart-soaring feeling of a first kiss. The thrill of falling in love. The unimaginable joy of saying, “I do.” She’ll never see the beauty in childbirth because she thinks pregnancy can lead “to severe physical and emotional damage, disability, destitution, illness, or death.”
She envisions a man-free utopia, where women would
Sleep when we’re tired, eat when we’re hungry, walk or swim or play when we’re in need for moving. Communicate with the elements, the plants, animals, beings and the stars. We wouldn’t have to worry about our needs because everything around us would be in abundance, there would be no scarcity. We wouldn’t have to worry about being lonely or crave to see friends because there would be no violence, therefore no trauma-bonding, no worrying about our protection, no being on constant alert for toxicity, no nightmares at night, no anxiety or PTSD or dissociation.
Until you all die and the human race ceases to exist. Seriously, where the hell did this woman grow up? Afghanistan? What kind of unmitigated hell did she experience to turn her into a radfem of the highest order? Or is she just some radicalized academic playing victim so she doesn’t have to own up to her own short comings?
Might I suggest more Ephesians and less Gloria Steinem?
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