The Earth Is Moving For Me In PublicThis article developed from a comment I nearly wrote to this piece by Emma Clarke Gratton. Inspired by motherly concern for her sons, she unwittingly begins the painful process of choking down a big red one. Naïvely clinging to her cliffs of feminist prejudice, she imagines Paul Elam has nothing good to say because, shock, horror, he dared criticise women.
Is she really a concerned mother? Does she truly love her sons? Or is she simply scared by the thought of what she well knows gynocentrism is going to do to them? Is she fearful of the pain their selfish suicide will cause her?
Am I, the nasty MRA, being too hard on a mother? Or do I bloody well know better how a woman’s mind works?
This is the raw naked power of the alternate narrative, the magic spell of the story being woven by MRAs. Everyone now must choose which story to believe.