Social justice warriors and feminists have ruined #MeToo with baseless accusations of sexual abuse
I wrote a long, detailed, well-documented piece in 2016 that never saw the light of day because a social justice warrior editor couldn’t stand to see someone get in the way of ad hominem attacks being lobbed at Donald Trump. While I am no Trump fan, because I hate censorship and cowardice, I’ve published it. Jessica Leeds, Rachael Crooks, and Mindy McGillivray accused candidate Trump of sexual indiscretions, and my piece focuses on the many flaws and inconsistencies in the accusations, giving the impression to any who would look more closely than the tantrums of the liberal mainstream media that Trump was being smeared. Now it’s 2018 (ugh), and this #MeToo nonsense has gotten way out of hand. Have you ever sexually assaulted someone? Yeah, #MeNeither.
Eventually, no one believed the boy who cried wolf because they all learned that he was just completely full of shit. And after a certain amount of hollering, no one believed Chicken Little, either … although I don’t know why they would have believed him in the first place since … well, he’s a chicken with a medieval — at best — grasp of elementary physics.
The #MeToo movement has taken the third wave of feminism even further down the toilet bowl while simultaneously providing a lesson on the idiocy and inevitable injustice of “social justice.” And I can summarize that argument succinctly by pointing out that real justice has no modifier. Justice is just justice, and referring to “social” justice is dumb, because if what is being discussed can’t be referred to simply as “justice,” is it really justice? At least lately, “social” justice usually ends up manifesting as gender or racial bias, both of which are often unjust. (I would refer simply to the deleterious effects of Affirmative Action and rest my case.)
There’s nothing just about ruining someone’s life with mere accusations.
I should pause and say that I stopped identifying as a feminist publicly when the third wave — the cresting movement that has been rightfully described as cancer — reached a certain height of hysteria. (See the messes left behind by the recent Women’s Marches and tell me that the third wave of feminism is about social responsibility.) I still identify as a first- and second-wave feminist. But most people don’t know what that means, and being a first- or second-wave feminist in 2018 really just means that you believe in basic standards of equality that are fairly unanimously accepted. In other words, with the exception of outright misogynists, pretty much everyone in the West is a first- and second-wave feminist, even a lot of conservatives.
But to return to the #MeToo movement, there is nothing feminist about it in the classical sense of the word. It has devolved into the Spanish Inquisition 2.0, or as Liam Neeson aptly described it, a witch hunt.
I think that actual sexual predators, molesters, rapists, etc. should be castrated and/or imprisoned. But I thought that there was this thing called due process and this concept called innocence until proven guilt.
Imagine a man. Okay, we’ll make it an old rich white man so you can hate his guts. (Ageism, classism, and racism: the holy trinity of identity politics.)
So you want to ruin his life because he deserves it since he’s like part of the patriarchy or whatever? Great! All you have to do, thanks to the social deterioration brought about by gibbering swarms of social justice warriors, is publicly accuse him of a sexually related crime.
Easy peasy, diarrheasy.
You don’t have to prove anything.
You don’t need evidence.
You can appeal purely to emotion with zero facts to back up your claim, and from Aziz Ansari to Garrison Keillor, recent history has shown that that’s literally all you need to do.
Before Harvey Weinstein went down in flames, I watched the tentacles of this shambolic movement crack the pavement and slither upwards towards our collective throats when Milo Yiannopoulos resigned as an editor at Breitbart after being accused of endorsing pedophilia (which he did not do). It’s the oldest trick in the book of dirty politics to accuse someone of sexual indiscretions — and the more taboo, the better.
All someone had to do was smear Yiannopoulos with this accusation and he was done — although it was probably one of the best things that ever happened to him seeing where he has ended up.
I have had this happen to me, although it didn’t ruin my life. I had a person, who shall remain nameless, formally accuse me of sexual and physical abuse that I didn’t commit as an attempt at revenge. (I’m about as much as a sexual predator as Ben Shapiro.) I’ve read the accusations, photocopied and sent to me by the court. They were immediately thrown out, of course, but I now know what it’s like to have someone in my past — someone who has no scruples whatsoever and believes that retribution is an endeavor worth sinking to slander for — make a lunge for the jugular.
Do you know what that’s like?
This hasn’t stopped her from trying to ruin my life in other ways, but she didn’t succeed along the sexual-accusation route.
Furthermore, I myself been sexually harassed plenty of times. In my bartending days, I had some extremely aggressive waitresses suggest a few fairly imaginative on-the-clock activities, and their attempts at coercion didn’t exclude … well, physical persuasion. Since I don’t cheat on my partners — never have and never will — their endeavors were frustrated.
I’m not going to get into my musical theater days, my gigging days, or all the shit that happened in my apartment, but it illustrates that unrequited sexual advances are not solely the bailiwick of the male species.
And hey, it does illustrate to a degree the extent to which the first and second waves of feminism were successful. I mean what better evidence that the playing field has been leveled somewhat that women are now sexually harassing men? Should I link to one of the gorillions of stories about schoolteacher X fired for banging high school student Y?
So I, too, have every right to go on Twitter and start boo-hooing about how I’m a victim and slap yet another #MeToo on the asscheeks of the internet followed by Instagramming pics of avocado toast sprinkled with my hot, wet tears.
I’m not going to, partly because the victim card sucks … and admittedly also because while it may have been uncomfortable at the moment, I can’t say that I have entirely negative memories about handsy waitresses.
But moreover, the reason not to flippantly misuse #MeToo is because it can dilute the importance of actual sexual abuse. There are real rapists out there, and all this #MeToo stuff is creating a social white noise that acts as camouflage for the real monsters. Some of the stories are true, but the rest of it is crying wolf, and I think that some are already starting to tune it out.
I allege that someone who uses #MeToo for attention is an antifeminist, and here’s why: Sooner or later, Americans are sure to realize that some of those men are innocent. Sooner or later, people will start wondering where the actual evidence is. Eventually, people are going to start tuning out at least some of these accusations — both the baseless and the legitimate. This will render the real victims voiceless.
What I’m afraid is going to start happening, if it hasn’t already, is that everyone is going to start accusing everyone else of sexual assault, and not only will it damage a lot of innocent people but it will create a social callous against actual sexual abuse.
Sooner or later, women who have actually been raped, molested, or attacked but do not have evidence are going to bravely try to speak up. Maybe a friend, a classmate, your sister, your niece, your daughter … who knows? And it’s troubling to imagine that they might be ignored because their wolf-crying SJW sisters decided that smashing the patriarchy or whatever they imagine they’re doing was more important than actual justice.
Anyone who has legitimately been abused should hate the #MeToo movement. Americans nearly unanimously decry sexual abuse, and I number among them. It should be reported immediately and punished harshly, and victims should be forthcoming with any damning evidence they have about their own abuse or that of others immediately — not years later when it’s safe and cool and trendy and politically fashionable to pin a hashtag to it. Do you see any honor or justice in that? #MeNeither.