How many times do I have to explain why you should never take romantic advice from feminists? Feminism is a movement organized around the grievances of unhappy women. If a woman is happy and successful in her life, she doesn’t need feminism, and so everything that feminists write about love and sex should be viewed with extreme skepticism, as I’ve explained: “Unless your goal in life is to become a Crazy Cat Lady, there’s not much expertise to be had from feminists.” And really, is it so difficult to become a Crazy Cat Lady that you need expert advice to do it?
Zara Barrie (@FactoryGrrrl on Twitter) describes herself as “Senior Sex and Dating writer” for the sketchy website Elite Daily, as well as editor of the sketchy website’s Queer Culture section.
Did I mention that Elite Daily is sketchy? A 2013 profile of the website:
The founder, David Arabov, is alleged to be the son of Jacob Arabo, or Jacob the Jeweler, the Harry Winston of hip-hop. In 2007 Arabo was accused of money laundering and pleaded guilty to lying to federal agents and filing false documents with the federal government. . . .
To make matters even shadier, many of the stories . . . are written under pseudonyms.
Writers such as Preston Waters, Paul Hudson, Ashton Tyler, William Kent, and Eddie Cuffin are very real (I spoke to each of them). But their names aren’t.
Preston Waters is actually David Arabov himself; Paul Hudson is Paul Jurczyk; Eddie Cuffin is Edin Veljovic, Ashton Tyler is Max Grunner, and William Kent is Robert Saintlot. . . .
A number of these pen name writers believe there is no responsibility in telling the truth when it comes to their byline or bio, as long as the articles themselves are accurate.
See what I mean? For all we know, “Zara Barrie” is just a made-up name, and what kind of authority is she on “Sex and Dating”? How is she qualified as an expert whose advice other people should heed?
Such questions are never asked of the 21st-century advice blogger. Any feminist who can persuade a sketchy website to publish her advice is as “qualified” as any other feminist sex-advice blogger out there, which is to say they are all equally sketchy. Basically, the feminist advice racket presumes that the world is full of women so completely stupid they have to Google questions like, “What’s a vulva?”
Feminist sex-advice bloggers are convinced that they are the only ones who know anything about sex. The rest of us are utterly ignorant on the subject, which is why we need feminist sex-advice bloggers to lecture us about the “myths” and “stereotypes” we supposedly believe. And since we’re on the topic of myths and stereotypes . . .
“Straight men are completely and utterly clueless when it comes to women.”
That quote by Zara Barrie is from her October 2015 column, “Sex And Dating Tips For Men From A Lesbian,” which she followed up with a May 2016 column, “Sex And Dating Advice For Men From A Lesbian (Part 2).”
Notice that she did not say that “some” heterosexual men are clueless, nor that “most” heterosexual men are clueless, and so we must gather that all heterosexual men are not just “slightly” clueless nor are we “somewhat” clueless. No, merely by dint of being both male and heterosexual, we are “completely and utterly clueless.” No man in history has ever known anything at all “when it comes to women,” according to Zara Barrie, Lesbian Feminist Sex Blogger for a Sketchy Website.
Pause here, my friends, to consider the question of motive. Isn’t it true that feminists hate men? And shouldn’t we particularly presume that a lesbian feminist has an abiding contempt for males quite generally? Isn’t it safe to say that the mere thought of a penis fills her with feelings of dread and horror? Isn’t she opposed to heterosexuality, per se? So why would we assume that Zara Barrie, Lesbian Feminist Sex Blogger for a Sketchy Website, would do men any favors in terms of giving them useful advice? Zara Barrie never wants to have sex with a man, and doesn’t want any other woman to have sex with men, either. Like every other feminist, Zara Barrie is fanatically committed to the abolition of heterosexuality.
Am I generalizing too broadly here? Well, if Zara Barrie can declare that I am “completely and utterly clueless when it comes to women” without having ever met me, I don’t feel any need to mince words in describing her as The Enemy of All Heterosexuals Everywhere:
There are several times throughout the day that I quietly whisper to myself, “Thank god I don’t have to sleep with one of these vile creatures.” I will usually then turn to the straight woman to my left and ask “How the hell do you sleep with these vile creatures?” to which she will almost always shake her head, look me dead in the eye and reply, “I have no f*cking idea.”
Males are “vile creatures,” according to Zara Barrie, and every woman she knows shares her agreement that men are universally “vile.”
Except . . . no, actually she’s doing what PUAs call “negging.”
Zara Barrie is a classic example of Poor Little Rich Girl Syndrome. I was joking when I said “Zara Barrie” is a made-up name. Her father made his fortune in the perfume industry and her mother is a British-born former fashion model. At the 2013 Planned Parenthood Annual Dinner in Sarasota, “the always glamorous Lynn and Richard Barrie” were among the guests, and when Zara left for New York last year, the going-away party for the local “socialite” also made headlines in Sarasota.
What Zara Barrie is doing in denouncing heterosexual men as “vile creatures” who are “clueless” is conveying her disdain for her social inferiors. No man is good enough for her, and Zara Barrie wants to let every man know that she considers him contemptible — “negging.”
Oh, I hear you: “Wait, Stacy — don’t PUAs ‘neg’ women in order to undermine their self-esteem to make them easier to pick up?”
Exactly. And there’s always a backstory, you see. Let’s go back to teenage Zara at “a Jewish arts camp in the Berkshires”:
The summer of my fifteenth year, I was a fearlessly outspoken beanpole of a girl, skipping through the damp grass shoeless, as I kissed every cute punk boy beneath the sprawling, star-scattered New England sky without a semblance of regret.
But an entire lifetime happened between the precarious ages of 15 and 16. . . .
It’s been a year of toxic romance, the unpleasant loss of virginity, substance experimentation and unshakeable pressure to live up to the impossible media interpretation of what a 16-year-old girl is supposed to look like.
I hate the way I look. Seemingly overnight, my body has metamorphosed from being a string bean kid to a woman with hips and curves and breasts.
I don’t like it.
This is a familiar tale of adolescent woe, as Zara complains of “unwelcome lingering eyes grazing my breasts from men old enough to be my father; catcalls in the parking lot of CVS from bearded boys smoking cigarettes out the windows of diesel trucks; subtle yet uncomfortably seductive glances from my sister’s boyfriend the moment she leaves the room.” Her discomfort with her “hips and curves and breasts” leads to anorexia — a typical problem of Poor Little Rich Girls. Continue reading Never Take Advice From Feminists (The @FactoryGrrrl Edition) →
