The white feminist’s guide to DIY suicidal empathy

Let us take a moment to appreciate the astonishing miracle of our ten thousand or so years of clawing our way from caves to cathedrals, from banging rocks together to sequencing genomes, all to create a society where, finally, doe-eyed Madison-from-TikTok can solemnly lecture you on how gender is a “spectrum of vibes” while sipping an $8.50 organically grown oat-milk latte and listening to Drake playing in the background.

This is the pinnacle of human achievement, really.

This is not an attack on all women, lest I be misquoted as a character from a particularly rabid Reddit thread.

No, this is about a very specific ‘species’ (or ‘caste’) of woman: the postmodern, Instagram-filtered, self-declared “badass feminist” who considers herself the moral custodian of the Western world while simultaneously dismantling the very foundations that gave her the freedom to tweet her latest victimhood haiku.

It is an impressive act of cultural cannibalism: think of Eden’s snake eating its own tail, except this snake has a liberal arts degree, a North Face hoodie, and an annual subscription to The New Yorker.

The Woke Trinity: Feminists, Trans Activism, and Islamist Apologia

You would think feminists, of all people, might champion the rights of women.

Instead, today’s woke feminist is likely to spend her time explaining why biological sex is an outdated “colonialist construct” and why men in dresses should be allowed to dominate women’s sports.

Lia Thomas: Remember her? Or is it they/them? Or Xe? I can never tell anymore. The biological male smashed women’s college swimming records, while the so-called feminists clapped from the sidelines like trained seals.

Anyone who dared suggest that female athletes might deserve their own category was accused of committing a hate crime. Because nothing says “empowering women” like erasing their competitive spaces entirely.

It’s the equivalent of the Vietnam War mantra: “We had to destroy the village in order to save it.”

And then there’s the bizarre and ultimately deadly alliance with Islamists, a match made in ideological hell if ever there was one. Somehow, Western feminists who once burned bras as a symbol of liberation are now busy explaining why the hijab is “empowering.”

The hijab as a feminist icon. From runway shows to social media campaigns, the hijab is now marketed by Western activists as the ultimate symbol of choice and independence. Never mind that, in Iran, women are being beaten and imprisoned for refusing to wear it.

But sure, let’s call it “chic resistance” when it’s paired with a Gucci handbag, keffiyeh scarf, and Manolo Blahnik pumps in London’s Mayfair.

A Generation of Cultural Arsonists

Western society, for all its flaws (and trust me, they are legion and then some), did something remarkable: it elevated women to a position of unprecedented equality, prosperity, and freedom.

For the first time in human history, a woman can own property, vote, run companies, fly planes, use power tools, and even say no to bad Tinder dates without being burned at the stake.

And how do young, college-educated women of the 21st century respond to this gift, paid for by the sacrifices of suffragettes and the relentless work of generations of men and women?

By declaring that Western civilisation is a patriarchal cancer that must be burned down, preferably in a sustainably sourced, ethically lit, carbon-neutral bonfire.

Watch the viral clips of 19-year-olds shrieking at professors because “free speech is violence” or demanding “safe spaces” complete with Play-Doh and therapy dogs.

These are the self-anointed heirs of Susan B. Anthony, apparently.

The suffragettes chained themselves to railings; today’s activists chain themselves to their iPhones, live-streaming emotional meltdowns about how Western democracy oppresses them, all while standing on land their ancestors couldn’t have dreamed of owning.

Betraying Real Feminism

Real feminism, like the non-toxic and non-communist variety, the kind that Emily Davison literally died for, was about equality, dignity, and the idea that all women, regardless of class or faith, should be free to pursue their ambitions on equal footing with men.

It was about breaking barriers, not building new, absurd ones like “don’t refer to women as women because that’s transphobic.”

When the suffragettes chained themselves to railings, they weren’t dreaming of a future where The Guardian would publish think pieces about why biological motherhood is “problematic.”

Women like J.K. Rowling, who dare to suggest that biological sex exists and matters, are now vilified by the very feminists who should be thanking them. These women, many of whom have spent decades advocating for female rights, are doxed, harassed, and told (i.e., screamed at) to “shut up, bigot.”

Meanwhile, men with TikTok filters and bad wigs explaining how they “feel like a girl” are celebrated as the ultimate feminist icons.

OnlyFans as “empowerment.” We’re told that selling semi-pornographic selfies online is the height of feminist liberation. Apparently, it’s no longer enough to simply have freedom and rights; now, “self-objectification” is the revolution.

Forget Marie Curie or Rosa Parks, today’s role models are influencers who monetize their cleavage while lecturing their followers about toxic masculinity.

It’s more boobs and butt plugs than Beauvoir or Blackwell.

It’s silicone over sisterhood.

Vale Real Feminism (1848–2025)

It is with heavy hearts, and even heavier irony that I sadly, but nonetheless, respectfully announce the passing of Real Feminism, aged 177. Born at the Seneca Falls Convention in 1848, she lived a courageous life, battling for women’s suffrage, equal education, and the radical notion that women were humans.

She survived world wars, the patriarchy, and even the shoulder pads of the 1980s.

Real Feminism’s final years were spent in declining health, largely due to relentless gaslighting from her woke, narcissistic descendants, who smothered her with hashtags and intersectional buzzwords until she could no longer breathe.

She is survived by OnlyFans, TikTok activism, and the phrase “slay, queen,” all of whom have promised to carry on her “legacy” by selling overpriced merch on Etsy.

Funeral services will be held on Instagram Live, with donations requested in the form of likes, shares, and performative outrage.

The Train Wreck That Was #MeToo

No postmortem or modern (i.e., toxic, communist-aligned) feminism would or could be complete without mentioning the #MeToo movement that began with righteous fury but ended as a chaotic orgy of moral absolutism.

What started as an overdue reckoning against predatory men in power quickly devolved into an online witch hunt where every misinterpreted text message became a potential career death sentence.

Gone was the concept of proportionality, due process, or even common sense.

US liberal commentator Aziz Ansari was almost socially executed over a bad date; uber-liberal Matt Damon was vilified for the crime of suggesting not all men are Harvey Weinstein; and entire careers were torched on the altar of “believe all women”, a slogan that, if applied historically, would have made the Salem Witch Trials look like a weekend brunch.

In the end, #MeToo did little to dismantle systemic abuse but did plenty to fuel a toxic culture of paranoia, public shaming, and weaponised victimhood.

If feminism was on life support before, #MeToo gleefully yanked the plug while live-tweeting (or was that live-twerking?) its moral superiority.

The Social Cost of Shallow Empowerment

The trouble is, when an entire generation of women is raised to believe that their highest calling is the curation of a personal brand and consists of equal parts victimhood and “slay queen” attitude, you end up with a hollowed-out society.

Men retreat into isolation or escapism because engaging with this ideological minefield is a lose-lose game.

Meanwhile, Western birth rates plummet, abortion has been proliferated to the point of ubiquity while over half of Western marriages dissolve, meaning the very structures that sustain our functioning society are being dismantled before our very eyes, all under the guise of ‘progress’.

It would not be unreasonable to say that toxic feminism has helped to usher in the greatest act of cancellation in the history of human civilisation; that is, the cancellation of that very same human civilisation.

And here’s the point: women matter and are crucial to this societal ‘machine’ operating properly and efficiently. Without them, there is not just a malfunctioning machine, there’s actually no machine at all.

Where Do We Go from Here?

If Western society is in freefall, the cause isn’t men, capitalism, or climate change, or even Donald J. Trump.

It’s the vacuous self-absorption of a generation of woke women who mistake narcissism for empowerment, victimhood for virtue, and self-destruction for progress.

It’s the tragedy of watching a privileged class burn down the house that gave them shelter, mistaking the glow of the flames for enlightenment.

Real feminism, like real progress, requires real courage, wisdom, and a deep respect for the hard-won freedoms of the past.

What we have today, instead, is a shallow parody of empowerment, driven by hashtags, moral posturing, and the relentless need to be seen as righteous (or is that ‘virtuous’?).

The question isn’t whether society can survive this cultural freefall—it’s whether we even have the will to pull the ripcord.