A Yale-Educated Feminist Calls Herself a ‘Morally Vacuous Harlot’

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Alana Massey (@AlanaMassey on Twitter) is a godless degenerate who once gave her thumbnail biography in an interview thus:

So I was a walking cliche of disastrous 20-something in New York: I treated mental illness with alcohol and drugs and bad sex with much older men. I had a series of bad assistant and PR jobs and would fall back on stripping and fetish work when I inevitably quit my jobs or couldn’t cover expenses. I enrolled in Yale Divinity when I was 25 in the hopes that if I just got a good helping of Jesus, I’d be cured of my debauchery and sadness. While I was there, I halfway cleaned up my act in terms of my health and my priorities and realized that I had been embarrassed by all of the wrong things. So when I returned to New York and my relationship ended, I decided not to ashamed of my creative ambitions or of the fact that I worked in the sex industry. I was told that the best thing about surviving being a chaotic f–k-up in your 20s is turning it into something worthwhile in your 30s, which is what I am trying to do personally and creatively now.

To summarize, Ms. Massey is a drug-addled, mentally ill ex-stripper who has had the privilege of being educated first at the prestigious private New York University (annual tuition $46,170) and subsequently at elite Yale University (annual tuition $47,600), so that we might estimate she has consumed somewhere in excess of $300,000 in order to become a freelance writer. Considering that there are no real entry barriers to the field of journalism (Hunter S. Thompson became a Latin American correspondent in 1962 with no educational credentials beyond a high-school diploma), we must view Ms. Massey’s stunning profligacy as a typical example of The Higher Education Bubble.

Furthermore, could anything be more absurd than Ms. Massey’s idea that she could get “a good helping of Jesus” at the fraudulently named Yale Divinity School? The place has been implacably hostile to Christianity for decades. The impiety and secularized gnosticism of that decadent institution did much to inspire William F. Buckley Jr.’s monumental work God and Man at Yale. If anyone is seeking “a good helping of Jesus,” probably the last place you’d find it is New Haven, Connecticut, being tutored by the academic High Priesthood of postmodern paganism.

The deities worshipped at Yale Divinity School are a pantheon of bloody idols, chief among which are Equality and Progress. Devotees of the Cult of Social Justice celebrate their perverse beliefs with rituals involving fornication, sodomy and abortion, occasionally organizing protests to demand that U.S. taxpayers fund their heathenish rites. No Christian would dare go near such an ivy-covered Temple of Satanic Wickedness, except perhaps to deliver a prophecy of its imminent doom, then fleeing in haste before Jehovah sends fire and brimstone showering down to incinerate the foul stench of that latter-day Gomorrah. But I digress . . .

Alana Massey recently produced an article for The Atlantic celebrating the scientific wonders of “the Mirena IUD, an intra-uterine device.” This implant has so successfully shut down the biological function of Ms. Massey’s reproductive organs that is has actually prevented her from having a menstrual period for more than three years.

Having been contraceptively spayed, as it were, for what purpose do you reckon Ms. Massey has done this? If you guessed “riding the carousel,” congratulations, you’re a winner:

“I don’t mind motorcycles but do mind when people ride them without helmets,” I lied to a man named “Carl” on the dating app Bumble when he brought up his Yamaha. I actually believe that the only commendable function of motorcycles is to make aging dads feel the crisp bite of youth again during their midlife crises rather than resorting to age-inappropriate affairs, but I was trying to be pleasant.
“Wanna go for a ride?” he asked soon after, apparently not registering that not minding a thing is hardly the equivalent of being interested in it. I answered, “never in my life,” still willing to give him a shot but making clear that his motorcycle would not be a selling point.
“I’m not talking about riding my motorcycle,” he replied.
In no mood to hold Carl’s hand through how game actually works, I said, “Okay you have a good night,” hoping he’d realize defeat. “Haha! I’m joking! Someone is slightly uptight I see.”
Oh, Carl. I would have been tempted to defend myself by letting him know I am actually a morally vacuous harlot devoid of sexual mores, but I was busy talking to another man also using the app. We hadn’t met yet, but his sufficient flirting skills prompted me to take a flurry of explicit photos and send the keepers his way. We would later have sex on our first and only date.
I am icy, certainly, but I am not uptight.
Beyond establishing my reputation as a woman who enjoys sex and a bit of text-based flirting, this episode highlights the troubling ease with which men dismiss women as prudish if they are not immediately open and enthusiastic about sex. It is cruel tool in a culture that was infiltrated by a certain brand of blasé sex positivity long before achieving true gender equality and, by extension, before we’ve decentralized men’s orgasms as the ultimate purpose of sex between a man and a woman.
We pathologize women’s entirely rational reactions of “nah” and “meh” to sex as the result of antiquated values. Often, these reactions are because sex might be perilous to a woman’s well-being — and often, if we’re honest, a physically substandard experience. . . .
Too often, sex positivity feels rooted in a feminism that secretly wants boys to like it. It wants to be cool.
Media outlets feed us a relentless stream of articles . . . [in which] inequality is exemplified by the wage gap, the number of women in Congress, and whether women are courting poverty and death by having babies before they’re rich. What is decidedly absent from the debate is a woman’s sexual fulfillment. . . .
But the absence of sexual satisfaction from these discussions is also due to the belief that, for the most part, sexual inequality was resolved by the sexual revolution, women’s lib and the widespread adoption of birth control.
The legacy of these movements is a mountain of unfinished business which gave birth to a half-formed sex positivity lovechild now wrecking havoc on anyone who isn’t down to f–k. . . .

You can read the rest of that, or gouge your eyes out with a rusty screwdriver. Either option will do you as much good.

Let me reiterate what I have previously said (“Hit-It-and-Quit-It on Tinder”) that no sane person would ever hook up via online apps, whether it’s Tinder, OKCupid or whatever. This is not “dating,” this is digital degradation, a 21st-century rewrite of Looking for Mr. Goodbar, which is a story that does not end “happily ever after.”

If someone is so recklessly desperate as to peddle themselves to any stranger with a smartphone or a wifi connection, we must be suspicious why they cannot find romantic companionship among people who actually know them in real life. Any attractive single man or woman of good character — kind, courteous, honest — will find no shortage of opportunities to meet potential partners.

What kind of guy seeks prospects on Tinder, and for what purpose? He either (a) has failed in prior attempts to establish any durable romantic relationship, or (b) has no interest in anything more meaningful than a sweaty “pump-and-dump.” Or possibly (c) he’s a sadistic psychopath in search of a victim for his next heinous atrocity. If we may presume that there are no decent men to be had via these apps, what conclusions may we draw about the women who peddle themselves this way? Alana Massey describes herself as “a morally vacuous harlot” who pursues one-night stands and complains of the “physically substandard experience” that does nothing for “a woman’s sexual fulfillment.”

Let us ask: Can feminism solve a problem that feminism itself created?

Is this Yale-educated woman too stupid to see that her compulsive promiscuity — a lifelong habit now abetted by advanced technologies of contraception and dating apps — is the basic cause of her problems? How does her whorish “sex-positive” feminism contribute anything to “true gender equality”? Yet what exactly does she imagine “true gender equality” would look like, if ever we were to achieve it?

Of course, such a question would presume that (a) “sexual inequality” is the explanation for whatever makes women unhappy, (b) “true gender equality” is possible and (c) there is anyone who would actually rather live in that imaginary egalitarian utopia than to live in any other social order which has hitherto existed. Each of those premises is subject to dispute, but the “morally vacuous harlot” just takes it for granted that Progress must inevitably lead to Equality and that, having arrived at her hoped-for destination, she will find there a system that universally provides for “a woman’s sexual fulfillment.” Every hookup in Feminist Heaven will produce ecstatic spasms of pleasure, you see, and the streets will be paved with gold. Or maybe cat litter.

Excuse my extreme skepticism about feminist utopian fantasies. The Gods of the Copybook Headings could not be reached for comment.

As it will be in the future,
it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain
since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit
and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger
goes wabbling back to the Fire . . .

Speaking of dogs and vomit, Miriam Mogilevsky — the feminist who calls herself “queer, gay, femme, and homoflexible . . . on the asexual spectrum somewhere” — rejects any criticism of her labels:

“Well I personally don’t see why anyone needs to label themselves with all these complicated new words,” says someone who is able to find people who fit their sexual and romantic preferences just by walking into literally any bar in any town.

Translation: “Heterosexuals have it so easy! Don’t they know how hard life is for us queer gay femme homoflexible asexual women?”

Unfortunately, too many heterosexual women have bought into the bogus idea of feminist “empowerment” and turned themselves into morally vacuous harlots like Alana Massey. Some guy “walking into literally any bar in any town” will probably encounter a lot of damaged women like her, and no one would envy him the prospect of a loveless hook-up with a twisted bundle of Yale-educated cat-lady craziness.




 

368 comments

  1. Not really, there’s an Austin Bailey who’s an adjunct at a New York college. It looks to be the same guy unless someone’s stolen his identity on Discus. (edited to remove college name)

  3. There is no way that the laughably incompetent and melodramatic writing in these “Austin Bailey” comments is coming from a teacher of any kind, even adjunct. I just can’t believe it. If I thought that for one second, I’d compile them all, go over them with my red pencil, and mail them to the department chair at Hunter with a scolding note.

  6. That’s a sad & rather silly assumption. Did you ever think you’d see a character like the subject of the post lauded as a “successful person,” not just by a potential troll but by others who should know better? Things really have degenerated that badly.

  7. Still, as we now know in these so enlightened times, XY chromosomes are no guarantee of maleness, much less manliness.

  12. So, even if “Austin” really is a he, he’s telling us that he’s very low-T? That not only is he not very manly (which we can see for ourselves), but also not very male?

  14. Also, “misogynistic” in usage.
    .
    Isn’t it just amazing how these SJW always give themselves permission to do exactly what they condemn others for (allegedly) doing?

  17. Are you saying that I should edit them and mail them to the department chair? 😀 That would be fun.

    But I do think the person writing them is female, rather than a sad fem-boy.

  19. He’s a very healthy, beefy guy. And he’s still a “teenager”. Thinks he’s a lion, but he has a meow like a girly-man, heh.

  21. What a bummer!

    I think my second cat is also allergic to cats, lol. Actually, she has hay fever, and the vet told us to force 1/4 of a Benedryl on her every day if she’ll take it. What a sense of humor the vet has! All the cat does is foam pink at the mouth, so we stopped trying.

    I hope you don’t have to take Benedryls and foam pink at the mouth.

  22. Yeah, she’s pretty much every bad cliche of a 21st century white liberal, upper middle class, urban feminist, and her Guardian article was absolutely cringe worthy in every respect, but she’s still kinda cute. She’d probably have a good niche in pornography. The real question though, is how in God’s name does acting like a drunk, promiscuous mess help her, or other women? So, basically feminists are selling self destructive behavior as self help? And above all, these are the exact kinds of women who turn good men bad, but then claim men are oppressive.

  24. It was fun at first then became a pain I did one litter a years and had raided the kitten as soon as their eyes opened. My cats were known for being very friendly and loved to be held by humans. I never had enough for the demand

  25. Didn’t you just call me a man a minute ago? And now you’re addressing me as “honey”? Pretty misogynistic – and presumptuous – term to use.

  27. Who is this putz? I’m sorry Austin that you’re still too much of an adolescent brainless wanker to understand that chicks like Alanna are bad news, and that acting like a whore is not a path to fulfillment. Everything you know is wrong. Start with that simple premise, and try again. And if writing freelance articles for the Guardian, and casual sex with guys you pick up on dating apps at 35, with a top flight Ivy League education is your idea of “smart and successful”, I think you need to raise the bar, kiddo.

  28. Check it out…under “academic interests” on the profile page, he misspells “philosophic”. I guess dictionaries don’t count as literature.

    But at least he’s nice enough to have his phone number on there, in case anyone wants to call him and see if he got over his reeling spell. You know, make sure he’s ok, and all.

  30. I think that is what higher education has degenerated into…..telling me you have a degree and are a professor is a signal that you have been brainwashed and haven’t a clue how to think, just how to regurgitate progressive talking points and invective’s.

  32. But, but, but if mental illness can be self-imposed, then there’s no one else to blame for the poor dears’ plight. Why, it’s almost as though you are saying it’s their own fault that they are seriously f(ornicated) up in the head, and I denounce you for your crass insensitivity.

  34. Misogynist: telling narcissistic brain dead feminists, and their pet male allies that their behavior is irresponsible, self destructive, and brings down the entire society.

    You are as bush league as they come Austin. Step up your game, kiddo.

  35. As a mathematician, I think it would be way cool for people to think I didn’t have degrees at all, and just knew all this stuff on my own. 😀

  36. Except the peons don’t go without, unless they happen to be named Elliot Rodger. The only thing that is constant is that the patrician guys get the patrician girls while plebeian guys get the plebeian girls. A few of the more attractive daughters of the plebeians may attract the attention of the patrician men, but ’tis far rarer for an attractive plebeian man to land a patrician woman, unless she happens to be butt-ugly.

  37. Austin, you have no brain. You have been conditioned to automatically respond to obvious, but politically incorrect truths like a rabid dog with impotent howls of “misogyny”, “racist”, and “homophobia”! Your side will never win because the foundation of your ideology is based on runny shit. Start over kid with the premise that you are s drone, and rebuild.

  38. Austin, you have no brain. You have been conditioned to automatically respond to obvious, but politically incorrect truths like a rabid dog with impotent howls of “misogyny”, “racist”, and “homophobia”! Your side will never win because the foundation of your ideology is based on runny shit. Start over kid with the premise that you are a drone, and rebuild.

  39. I actually wouldn’t doubt that, and with professors like Austin it’s clear why we have graduates like Alanna Massey. There must be a Chinese proverb about bad teachers producing bad students and eventual societal collapse.

  41. Mr Bailey wrote:

    But I hope younger people on here recognize that this kind of hatred and judgment is toxic and anti-christian, and, more importantly, leads to bad sex.

    A rather odd comment, given that the inspiration for our host’s article was Alana Massey and her statement that she treated her own mental problems with, among other things, bad sex. Why, it’s almost as though this progressive young woman didn’t find good sex by being a hipster feminist.

    I’m one of those terrible and judgemental Christians, Catholic to be specific, and somehow, some way, I’ve managed to keep the same woman coming home for 36 years, 5 months and 4 days. P’raps you might consider that our judgemental lifestyle leads to growing older with one woman, and that leads to better sex than you might have guessed.

    Of course, kids never think that their parents have sex, ‘cept maybe, maybe that one night when they — doubtlessly accidentally — begat their children.

  43. Weak comeback. The fact that you’re teaching college students is a testament to just how fucked kids, and American society is. You’re not a teacher, douchebag. You’re a apparatchik weasel, and a drone.

  44. Occasionally I embroil myself in these back and forths online with close-minded bigots such as yourself. Almost without fail they proceed to tell me that I’m the reason the educational system in America is in the allegedly dire straits it’s in. It’s great to think that I’m of such consequence as to collapse the (once great and illustrious?) University system. But the university system is quite good, actually. The only problem is that it’s too expensive and too corporate, ripe with exploitative practices. But the quality of the education is quite good. My students also like me a great deal; I get excellent reviews.

  45. Very fulfilling life: 30 something single woman with a cat sending crotch shots to strangers via dating apps, and getting drunk, and fucked in LES toilet stalls. You are pathetic, Austin. Your power to reason is an epic fail, dude.

  46. Austin, being a slut is only a good thing if your goal is to self destruct, wind up raped, or with consistent bouts of the clap.

  47. It’s not “irony.” What she describes herself as is actually a harlot and a whore. You somehow feel we should build a statue to her or maybe a mural on the side of a grade school. What the hell do you call a woman who plucks lovers off a sonar detector, sends off some dirty pix of herself and then consummates the relationship and never talks to the person again? Even monkeys are more humanistic.

  48. Here we see that a modern “academic” is no longer able to tell the difference between genuine
    transgressive literary ability and shameless bourgeois self-commodification and self-consumption. Burroughs, Genet, Bataille & especially Laure are not only rolling in their graves, they’re throwing up in them!

  49. If you consider that a fulfilling life then I’m guessing you’re on Prozac and so is she. Neither NY or the net is a safe place for the weak-minded. Go hike the Inca Trail or something.

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