Feminism · Politics

I Am Not a Host

It’s official, the conservative white males have stopped beating around the bush. I mean, this has gone on for a while, it’s harbinger: the war on political correctness. But it is here in full anti-woman force. How else can you explain Justin Humphrey’s abhorrent comments?

“I understand that they feel like that is their body. I feel like it is a separate — what I call them is, is you’re a ‘host.’ And you know when you enter into a relationship you’re going to be that host and so, you know, if you know that then take all precautions and don’t get pregnant”.

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No, a guy in a bolo tie and a Stetson is not allowed to tell

me what to do with my reproductive system.

If we weren’t living in the prequel to The Handmaid’s Tale before, surely we are now. We are vessels for the unborn, birth factories. My future is shaped by my womb. When I reread Atwood’s prescient guide to white male theocracy, guess who’s face I’ll be seeing as The Commander.

Only the female sex is burdened by this political and religious quagmire. Men are free to run away from responsibility. It requires only one squirt of biological resources and their necessary work is done. Their bodies do not need to nourish the fetus. Their bodies do not get savaged and exhausted. The choice that is made concerning whether or not these smattering of cells develops into a person is not a man’s to make. Women are not hosts. We are not slaves to our wombs or men. We are our own and our medical decisions should reflect that.

Men scream and incite fear from their political pulpit, draped in faux piousness, simultaneously the latest and oldest tactic to oppress women. They do not preach against the abandonment of pregnant women. They do not preach against adultery. They excuse rape as the inevitable byproduct of lonely, virile, rejected men. Political and religious battles (pretty indistinguishable at this point) are chosen to achieve maximum female control.

This isn’t about the sanctity of of life. 

When a dead refugee child washed up on a beach, conservatives were silent.

When Trump ordered and botched a military raid in Yemen where children were massacred, conservatives were silent.

When husbands murder their wives in droves every year, conservatives are silent.

When women are raped and their assailants are given a slap on the wrist, conservatives are silent.

This is about control.

Their hateful voices in the media preach that feminists are women incapable of love, destined to lonely spinsterhood. Their zealots even proclaim that birth control makes women and angry and ugly. No, sir, your patriarchy makes me angry and I place no value in your judgement of my appearance.

They overestimate our reliance on men in determining our ultimate happiness and that could be their downfall. We should not fear a dearth of romantic love. When we raise ourselves up men will rise to the occasion.Women are recognizing our worth in droves, more than ever before, and we are raising our standards when it comes to finding a mate. We march and we join together. We banish infighting. We will not forget the battles our mothers and grandmothers.

The demand for marriage equality extends far beyond the union of same sex couples, it means egalitarian unions for all. And that scares the dickens out of white conservative men. Their battle with homosexuality doesn’t stem just from their religious fervor, but their fear of a completely equal coupling. Their white knuckle grip is slipping. With this election we may have lost the proverbial battle but it has rallied us and our drive will allow us to win the war. Let them speak their hate. It will only continue to enrage us. We are a force to be reckoned with. We are not passive hosts ready and open to man’s dictatorship.




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