By It’s no secret that New Statesman is an unbalanced publication. Their content, almost always slovenly, conjures up the image of Rosie O’Donnell at a carnival, shoving uncounted numbers of fried Twinkies in her face with one hand while dutifully holding a Diet Coke in the other. Everything I have ever read by them leaves me with that uneasy, “what’s wrong with this picture?” feeling. :
This is especially true with their “coverage” of the men’s rights movement. From their sloppy conflation of PUAs (pickup artists) with MRAs (Men’s Rights Advocates) to the “Oh ya, men haz some problems, too, uh, we guess,” motif that permeates media from TIME to Tumblr.
Apparently, even a condescending acknowledgment of men’s issues is too much for mainstream feminists like New Statesman’s Suzanne Moore. She feels like her sisters made a mistake with their laughably insincere backpedaling after being called out on their bigotry.
She yearns for a return to class hatred ala Robin Morgan (without, of course, noticing it never ended), and makes a sincere but lame stab at the verbal gymnastics required to explain to readers how hating men as a class actually doesn’t make her anything like the despicable bigot she is.
This is especially true with their “coverage” of the men’s rights movement. From their sloppy conflation of PUAs (pickup artists) with MRAs (Men’s Rights Advocates) to the “Oh ya, men haz some problems, too, uh, we guess,” motif that permeates media from TIME to Tumblr.
Apparently, even a condescending acknowledgment of men’s issues is too much for mainstream feminists like New Statesman’s Suzanne Moore. She feels like her sisters made a mistake with their laughably insincere backpedaling after being called out on their bigotry.
She yearns for a return to class hatred ala Robin Morgan (without, of course, noticing it never ended), and makes a sincere but lame stab at the verbal gymnastics required to explain to readers how hating men as a class actually doesn’t make her anything like the despicable bigot she is.