Like guerrilla warfare, all political protests aim at substituting concentration and passion for actual numbers. The idea is to pretend that your opinions are entirely mainstream, even though they’re so far removed from the mainstream that you have to organize a protest to express them.
Of course, if your “protest” involves nothing more than saying Rape is Like, Seriously Bad You Guys while dressed up like a prostitute (because, post-structuralist ironic frisson!), then you must go he extra mile to pretend that anyone not totally on board with your project is just Terrified of Strong Women, Or Something.
“Strong Woman.” It bothers me how much I hate hearing these words. It shouldn’t. Women are perfectly capable of being Strong, and indeed, must be strong if they hope to have any kind of success in life. But strength is the child of Self-Discipline. You become strong by concentration, by endurance, by will. You do not become strong by making an idiot of yourself in public with fellow idiots.
Strong is not the same as Loud. Strong is not the same as Rude. Strong is not the same as Agreeing With Every Other Persun in the Room With Ovaries (because, Solidarity!). And Strong is not the same as complaining about Esoteric Linguistic Oppression when…
You’re trying to control the narrative, to impose your discourse and deny me the right to disagree.
It’s a straight-up totalitarian power trip, and I refuse to play along.
Despite the illusion, totalitarians are not really that strong. The ones that don’t get bombed to rubble swirl down the drain of their own unworkable economics. Unless they sell their ideologies out completely in order to be Wal-Mart’s major supplier, and even then hiccups abound.
When you get the attention of a public that you have defined as hostile, then you get the attention of a hostile audience. If you can’t handle the predictable reaction, then maybe you should reconsider this whole “empowerment” concept.