First we had Margaret Sanger telling us of the woes of American housewives trapped in boredom and drudgery during WWII, unable to experience the freedom, fun, and excitement of going off to war. Then Betty Friedan helped us (not) name the horror housewives endure, so we could understand the pain of being trapped in drudgery and boredom. Now feminist Germaine Greer blows the lid off of the trapped boring drudgery of being the Duchess of Cambridge (H/T Minesweeper):
“It’s not so much that she has to be a womb, but she has to be a mother. I would hope after this one she says, ‘That’s it. No more.’”
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When the royal baby is a few years older, Ms. Greer might change her tune:
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beautiful_Boy
Greer really hates the fact that she’s a woman.
I hope that the Duchess has ten kids. Suck it Greer!
God forbid Ms. Greer would ever have to bear the burden of being the extremely fit and beautiful wife of one of the most famous men on the planet. It would be terrible to be among the precious few women who get to have sex with AND be married to an absolute alpha.
She’s not jealous at all, damn it. In fact, it’s Kate who has the worse lot in life. Yeah, that’s it.
I can remember when the ring Prince William gave to Kate Middleton was making its way through the femosphere and every gossip outlet. Every chick drooled over it until some gal asked “what’s William’s ring look like?”
Turns out Will wont wear a ring. The femosphere goes apoplectic, “typical man! I suppose she’s his property but HE wont wear a ring? WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?!” prattled one commenter.
To which I replied, “The PRINCE of fucking England, that’s who he thinks he is.”
The fact that Kate seems geniunely happy and content in her role as queen in waiting and mother to heir of the throne really sticks in the craw of feminists. They wanted a Diana type BPD woman, so that they could sympathise with her plight and rail against the establishment and show women that marriage is oppressive. instead you have a woman who seems to revel in being the consort to the prince and behaving in a comely and feminine way.
but feminist battleaxes like germaine greer look at her and they probably feel some regret at how they have thrown away their lives and happiness in pursuit of the feminist dogma. but their ego wont permit them to admit it. instead they retaliate by railing against kate and calling her a womb and too thin. can you imagine a man calling out a woman as too fat. imagine the outrage and offense that will be lapped up by all quarters of the liberalsphere. instead here is an old lady calling a reasonably healthy woman very thin and none of the sjw sphere are attacking her for being hateful.
they just hate happy women who have won the marriage lottery and who enjoy motherhood
Paraphrasing Captain Capitalism here, I actually have no problem with a woman deciding to do whatever she wants to do with her life.
Doesn’t matter to me if she decides to be a career girl or a SAHM.
I don’t care if she marries at 19 to the first guy who shows her any interest, or never marries and instead has a string of relationships from ONS to LTRs.
I don’t care if she has no kids or 20 kids.
I don’t care if she chooses to be “a womb” for a man and bear his kids, or never gets pregnant, ever.
What I DO care about, and what always gets my hackles up, is women making choices, complaining about the natural consequences flowing from them, and demanding that someone else bail them out of said consequences.
Men learn early on there are upsides and downsides to every choice. They’re told to suck it up and live with the consequences of their choices, and that they’re not going to get bailed out.
Ladies: Choose who you are, what you want to be, and how you want to live your lives. Then do what it takes to achieve those things. Then enjoy the upsides of your choices, and learn to accept and pay the costs of the downsides.
I wonder if Germaine Greer was glad her own mother ‘had to be a mother.’
It really just exposes the bitterness at the heart of feminism and the hatred of anyone being a mother.
Which is kinda strange, cause if every female stopped being a mother for say just 45 years and no eggs were kept or harvested, the human race would be finished shortly after.
So really feminists just hate the entire human race and it continuing.
Does that strike a cord with you Emma ?
I wonder if Germaine Greer was glad her own mother ‘had to be a mother.’
Rep. Maxine Waters of California announced defiantly to the multitudes at the April 25, 2004 pro-abortion rally in Washington (newspeakily named the “March for Women’s Lives”—presumably not including the lives of millions of aborted girl babies), “I have to march because my mother could not have an abortion.”
I have to wonder… did she really mean to say that? Well, as a woman said to me once, “I’m not logical!”
these feminists are so out of tune with what the majority of girls want. most want to be mothers & the desire to become mothers is starting to manifest itself in pop culture, as i recently wrote about 2 shows that are all about becoming mothers. http://zpatriarchy.blogspot.com/2014/09/the-lottery.html
Being a homemaker is a horror that 84% of women surveyed aspire to:
“84% of working women told ForbesWoman and TheBump that staying home to raise children is a financial luxury they aspire to.” (http://www.forbes.com/sites/meghancasserly/2012/09/12/is-opting-out-the-new-american-dream-for-working-women/)
@Chris
The next line is even better:
“What’s more, more than one in three resent their partner for not earning enough to make that dream a reality.”
Affirmative action isn’t helping that.
Really, all we can do is laugh at their naivete.
“What’s more, more than one in three resent their partner for not earning enough to make that dream a reality.”
Feminism is nothing more than a gigantic fitness test – which American men have failed.
“Feminism is nothing more than a gigantic fitness test – which American men have failed.”
I don’t consider it a failure when the goalposts are moved every 30 minutes. The results are the same sure, but I refuse to ask ‘how high’ when told to jump.
“What’s more, more than one in three resent their partner for not earning enough to make that dream a reality.”
Affirmative action isn’t helping that.
Really, all we can do is laugh at their naivete.
Merely one more example of women’s utter inability to understand cause and effect.
“I refuse to ask ‘how high’ when told to jump.”
Then you pass the test.
The guy who jumped high enough then had his goalposts moved failed it when he jumped.
Being a homemaker is a horror that 84% of women surveyed aspire to:
“84% of working women told ForbesWoman and TheBump that staying home to raise children is a financial luxury they aspire to.”
Of course. I’ve been writing this for years. For UMC and UMC+ women, this is a financial status symbol — Husband earns mid to upper 6, and she stays home despite her three advanced degrees and the fact that she made partner at XYZ LLC. It’s lorded over those who have family incomes of low 6 and lower. It’s a status symbol, full stop.
Germaine Greer is just chewing sour grapes, like a lot of elderly feminists, because she never had children. She’s a miserable woman because of it and now she wants all women to be as miserable as she is. Miserable feminists love company.
Read this article about her from 2000 by Charles Krauthammer
You can read the rest here:
http://articles.chicagotribune.com/2000-05-15/news/0005150151_1_feminism-ideology-germaine-greer
“I don’t consider it a failure when the goalposts are moved every 30 minutes. The results are the same sure, but I refuse to ask ‘how high’ when told to jump.”
Good point.
Plus it’s more fun to hold them up to their own standards. Since they have none to begin with it’s fun to watch them squirm and throw insults at you as retorts.
What a bossy thing for Ms. Greer to say.
What a miserable old cat. Kate looks plenty happy (and gorgeous, which probably makes it stick in Greer’s craw even more) to me. Not only that…she makes wife- and motherhood look good. Better than good, and we can’t have that, because it might make women think.
@SSM is still around? Given the quality and quantity of your writing in the past, I figured you’d gone underground with something like a secret blog.
Germaine Greer is on record for having spoken about “sympathy for women…who have “sacrificed” their marriages for “their children”, only to be rejected by those same children when they have grown up and started their own families…”
Didn’t you think this was going to happen, Germaine?
(I’ll follow this up with a You Tube clip for those interested, straight out of the horse’s mouth)
The last word on this attitude goes to an unknown MRA who wrote in a comments section:
“Considering feminists devote their entire time obsessing over lesbian relationships (no conception), contraception (preventing children being conceived), abortion (preventing conceived children being born), childcare (minimising contact with born and presumably desired children), perhaps the new motto of 21st century feminism should be:
Children? Ewwwwwww!
I find the title of this post a little confusing, since it’s about some old hag’s reaction to the Duchess of Cambridge’s fertility. I think the prince could have done a lot better, but that’s his call. Anyway, the wife of the Crown Prince of Great Britain really only has one job, which is to produce children who are NOT bastards. Wasn’t that at least part of the reason Catherine of Aragon ended up dying alone, and her replacement ended up dying in front of a large crowd… while her replacement was revered above all the others?
Opus? Tam?
@Lyn87 –
Add “male” in front of “children”, and add the qualifier “and who live to adulthood”, and I’ll agree. Though as far as I can tell, Catherine of Aragon did her best and suffered only from bad luck, rather than any lack of trying: her three sons all died before, or shortly after, childbirth (the longest-lived lived 53 days). If they’d had modern medical care available, Henry VIII may only ever have had one wife.
Robin,
I understand that the Brits recently changed their rules about succession to the throne – girls qualify now. There was a story about it a while back – the gist of it was that if that had always been the case, some Austrian(?) dude nobody’s ever heard of would be the king of England now and Elizabeth Windsor would be a retired schoolmarm, if she had been born at all.
As for Catherine, if she’d managed to birth a living son, she would have died a queen rather than a de facto pauper. Whether Henry would have bedded Anne Boleyn is another matter – from what I’ve been able to gather she dangled the goods in front of Henry to secure a crown, not to become another of his mistresses. Either way, it’s unlikely that Elizabeth I would have been born, much less crowned. As you know, queens were primarily brood-mares and tokens of political alliances, although they could wield real power.
But the main thing was that they produce legitimate heirs to the throne, not bastards.
As we see the feminist generation descend into middle age armed with multiple degree’s and even fewer viable eggs.
I wonder if fertility/surrogate porn will become a big thing?
http://writemeg.com/2012/06/05/book-review-then-came-you-by-jennifer-weiner/
Has all the usual ingredients : the billionaire (alpha) male, vulnerable females of various descriptions needing their males to step up into line, etc….
@Lyn87 –
You’re quite right about the modern rules. I was thinking only about Henry VIII and his successive wives when I wrote my comment.
If Queen Cath hadn’t dropped so many duds, I suppose (allegedly) Syphilitic King Hank wouldn’t have gained a taste for frivorcing and editing his wives. So we’d still be Catholics, Mass would be in Latin, and North America would be a French colony. And the world would no doubt be a better place, eh?
But there wouldn’t have been a Henry VIII anyway, she was going to be ginger King Arthur’s ginger Queen, but Pestilence did for the lot of them in one way or another I suppose, thus rescuing us from a divinely-appointed dynasty of ginger tyrants. Oo-er, it’s all going a bit Jared Diamond ..
IMO La Greer is fairly starkly somewhere on the Spectrum, as was her absent con-man of a father. I doubt she would have been “happy” whatever sort of life she carved out for herself. No stable relationship possible. Well, not any kind of equitable one. As far as she’s concerned she’s the Cleverest Girl in the School, and that’s that. Any dissent is simply shouted down at incredible brass-throated volume, she cannot engage in dialogue, and the Syndrome locks her on to her “point” as invincibly as a Paveway especially (Iwas going to say ‘even’) if it’s patent nonsense.
One day soon she’ll be found by the womanservants (“help” sounds so much better, eh?) alone on the floor of her mansion, smelling of stale wee and with her assploded liver scattered across the mismatched furnishings. Useless attention-seeking bint. Very much appeals to a certain kind of privately-schooled chinless wonder (male of course), the ones who almost exclusively comprise the upper levels of English academe, politics and the Beeb, unfortunately. Tracy Emin, the “artist”, is another considerably younger exemplar of the type, basically any sort of shouty, mad, drunk scrubber with intellectual pretensions. And a hint of skidmarks. I’ll leave you lot to disinter the slightly sinister paraphilias implied.
Long live (eventual) Queen Kate (and he’ll be King Billy, ooops ..)
I have a soft spot for Germaine – she knows she is ridiculous, yet is happy to allow her persona to be sent up, as with the sketch involving Little Britain’s two wheezing paparazzi where she more-or-less assaults them with her hand-bag and her appearance in Celeb Big Brother where, if my memory serves correctly, she walked out. Were she someone else she would go for the boob-job, the liposuction and generally looking like a transvestite compete with the aging Z-list celebs who inhabit Daytime Television, but she doesn’t. Other bizarre incidents were her being kidnapped in her own home by a woman with a grievance though I know not about what and her husband ‘s nude-male-centrefold. Her little book on Shakespeare, which I am guessing was originally her Doctoral Thesis, is down-to-earth and almost entirely devoid of misandry or intellectual pretensions; her scathing book (haven’t read) it on (all) female poets – Slipshod Sybils – must be a joy for any misogynist; describing your over-rated Sylvia Plath as ‘still searching for Daddy’: ouch, but my favourite Germaine moment is her on film as a hot twenty-something with the boys from Oz in Amsterdam attending the first (and I trust last) International Porn Festival . Apparently it was so boring that the attendees struggled to stay awake: one must suffer for art. Those were the days when she was an intellectual-hippy’s groupie.
Of course, she is desperately jealous of Kate who, so far, has not put a foot wrong, unlike her husband’s dreadful mother – there goes my knighthood.
Being older I was on the scene when Charles went temporarily insane and tied up with Diana. The red flags were glaringly obvious. Many of us young guys were living vicariously through a rich famous (at the time) young man wealthy beyond imagining and with no need to work. We took a look at this match and said, “Good God. What were you thinking?” Obviously thinking was not involved. The Queen seemed to have also seen the red flags. She held her nose and let the farce proceed; I guess because she wanted grandchildren while she was still able to take part in (control) their upbringing. BPD was a good arm chair diagnosis.
Sunshinemary, that was one of the finer “kill shots I’ve ever seen in a comment thread. Well played.
@ Philalethes
“Rep. Maxine Waters of California announced defiantly to the multitudes at the April 25, 2004 pro-abortion rally in Washington “I have to march because my mother could not have an abortion.” ”
This woman has a penchant for frequently uttering nonsense, but I have to say to this : “Maxine, we regret your mother could not have had one in your case.”
It doesn’t speak well for the intelligence of the people who vote for her.
Right up there with “Fighting for Peace” and “Furking for Virginity”.
“All we are sayyy-ing ..
.. is don’t drop yore pants”
Ommm.
Peace. Out.
(sorry this is all Opus’ fault, dredging up old boomer nightmares. Play Power was almost required reading for the self-regarding non-political hipster in them days. Lives in a shed at the seaside in Van Diemen’s Land or wherever now doesn’t he? Sort of like Robert Wyatt does, but devoid of any discernable talent. I’d forgotten Germaine’s entree as a proto-IT-Girl (not the real ’20s ones, obviously they nicked it like everything else) . Naked handstands. With armpit hair. Rough.)
@mikediver5 , what red flags did you see with Diana ?? BPD’s tend to keep it well hidden until they get a foot in the door. Could you spot them before the marriage or just after ?? I was too young to notice and too unaware of such things.
It is not easy being Royal. If you are aloof they say you are out of touch and the sooner we install a new Lord Protector the better; if however you attempt to reveal your street-cred you look like a chin-less wonder and all-round tosser. In the 1970s Monarchy PLC opted for the latter with some awful results: who can forget the utterly cringe-worthy It’s a Royal Knockout, and the appointment of non-Brit Malcolm Williamson (another Australian) as Master of the Queen’s Music proved so disastrous that he was airbrushed out of musical life (the only Royal composer in over a century not to be knighted). That is what happens when you sing from the hymn-sheet of political correctness – 70s style – the decade that style, fashion and class forgot. The heir to the throne certainly needed a wife (as it was part of the job description – just as it is for POTUS) but somehow the idea of his marrying Euro Royalty seemed entirely unacceptable (and the memory of his great uncle marrying an American divorcee was too fresh and painful in the memory for that experiment in trans-Atlantisism to be renewed) and anyway no one had ever heard of Princess Letitia of Lichtenstein who it was said was plain and boss-eyed – the last thing we needed was another Flemish cow.
When therefore it was announced that His Royal Highness was to marry a slightly podgy nineteen year old virgin (very popular on this blog) who was a humble kindergarten teacher’s assistant with a doe-eyed look that would have melted butter the entire realm rejoiced although of course these days the cry would be ‘Peeeeeeedo’. Well, we all know how it turned out: the podgy teacher’s assistant metamorphosed into the world’s most glamorous woman as the little minx cuckolded her way through assorted Rugby players Arabian Sheikhs and god knows who else even as she portrayed herself as a victim and even though she had just walked off with the world’s most eligible bachelor – and the extraordinary thing was that every woman agreed that that was so.
In hindsight, where we all have 20/20 vision, the warning signs were therefrom the beginning – I mean the pre-wedding interview when dripping with an insincerity that even a quiz-show host would envy, Diana, when asked whether she was ‘in love’ could merely and barely reply ‘of couuuurse’ as HRH went pseudo-philosophical with ‘whatever love is’.
A marriage of convenience even faker than that of Clooney and Anal Aladamadingdong – anyone could see he should have married the then hottie, Camilla – and of course, eventually he did.
Kate Middleton took a very conscious course of action to be, where she is. She was pursuing William. I bet she would tell Greer to go fuck herself.
Is that why you’re spending so much time with BodyCrimes over at Aunt Giggles’ echo chamber?
Germaine Greer is not the only one.
This rather unfortunate-looking woman got there first.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/kate-middleton/10838005/Hilary-Mantel-stands-by-her-criticism-of-Duchess-of-Cambridges-plastic-image.html
Envy is not cool. It just shines a light on your own unhappiness. Whilst many would sympathise with Hilary Mantel’s infertility (caused by endometriosis), her nasty comments against Kate reduce that sympathy to …um…zero.
Why can’t some people just rejoice in another’s happiness?
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