Unpopular opinion: the world needs more meninists.

The ones that sit in blanket forts on Ivy League sidewalks pilfering petitions from passerby to repeal an amendment that women won a war for less than a century ago.

The ones that spell “No females allowed” on a cardboard cutout outside their abode (square, of course), but spell the last word of their declaration as though they’re wishing to silence a species - “No females aloud.” A.L.O.U.D.

 

I do confess they may need a little elegance, a little understanding, a little pep in their patriarchal step - but however they hunger and humble themselves over idiotic irony and ill-meaning idiosyncrasies… they’re a new breed; and they’re something we need.

 

Many a dame will divulge her desire to detract herself entirely.

Each pinch of her skin on a mindless whim has been ingrained in her head by ‘society’.

The word is a God, the God is a myth, one to which we devote ourselves untiredly,

to say we understand, a “SCREW YOU” to some man, so that what we demand has variety.

 

This separatist ideology is an illness.

It causes blood on the streets and catastrophes in cradles.

She obviously didn’t ‘ask for it’ if she took you to court.  

She didn’t ask to be born on an assembly line, added to and edited as quality control threw out her defective parts and painted the perfect little pink upon her pout…

But he didn’t either.

 

He didn’t ask for a six-pack until he discovered he could get drunk.

He didn’t ask what the difference was between boys and girls until he was told there was one.

He didn’t ask to work third shift because his love leaves at nine, gets back just in time for him to unwind - for the kids aren’t in school, they’re too young, childcare’s cruel and he won’t have them raised to believe and behave in a way that’s immoral, imperfect, depraved.

 

A Proterozoic prototype of patriarchal proportions needs just to evolve (in ample time) severely uncultured notions.

They posses zeal, they posses zest, however lacking luster they need to impress.

We burned our bras, we got real pissed, we suffered our own crass genesis,

I call it now - the meninists, the new wave intersectional feminists.