Every week, some new obscure feminoid pops up out of nowhere to bitch about men, particularly white men.
In an article originally in the Washington Post, quoted in the always interesting Unz Review, a certain Mary Rambaran-Olm, Woman of Color, addressed an academic conference of the International Society of Anglo Saxonists—an international academic group devoted to English Medieval Studies.
Naturally, the gripe was that:
“Anglo Saxon” is code for whiteness, a phrase that is co-opted today by white supremacists around the world to advance a false version of white-dominated history.
Despite being utter twaddle, any amount of lying about white men is acceptable in academic, or should I say pseudo-academic, circles. Apparently, now it’s the bespectacled professors of Medieval Studies, swapping their tweed jackets and pipes for Nazi brownshirts in the cloisters of academe.
What really annoys this Woman of Color is not the fact that English Medieval Studies necessarily involves the study of former white civilization and culture, but that all the modern world—science, music, literature, medicine—was created essentially by Men of White. From the Middle Ages emerged the Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the Reformation, the Industrial Revolution, aviation, the Space Age, the Atomic Age, computers and so on. Almost all the work of Men of White. Had not Western men explored the world and colonized Africa, Africa would still be in the Stone Age.
This is really what irks the second-rate pseudo-intellectuals. Now that their envy and spite are given free range in any venue, everyone is supposed to grovel before them. They can whine and moan about “white supremacy” but do they ever think about what that means? Do they ever think?
It was summed up very neatly by a commenter on the Unz Review (h/t Anon[429]) who opined:
There are certain academics who, after a cluster of years in the field, begin to realize they’re never going to contribute very much, mainly because they’re intellectual lightweights. They’ve begun to notice that tenure and the good jobs at the more prestigious universities are going to their intellectual heavyweight colleagues. When they’re socializing with other professors, they notice that they sound stupid in comparison, and they can’t hold up their end in an intellectual argument with colleagues, and sometimes not even some of their students.
At this point, the lightweight, often a female minority, becomes frantic and desperate when she finally realizes she can’t keep pace with her more brilliant, mainly white male colleagues. The anguish is further compounded when she doesn’t land a white male husband, preferably high status, which is her escape plan if her academic career doesn’t work out. But quite often, the male she’s angling for has heard enough pseudo-intellectual blather from her that he’s disgusted by her stupidity and her underwater basket weaving-type papers in her field that he has read. He considers her an egotistical, screechy dud. Her failures cause her to start scheming like Lucretia Borgia. She delves into her female id and goes into full witch mode. She tries to backstab her colleagues and her entire intellectual field by screaming that everyone’s bigoted against her, and conjures up a media storm.
Quite often, these attempts occur after her employer has just given her a review of her work and failed to give her tenure. This is the academic world’s way of saying, “Eh, you’re really not that good. We made a mistake in hiring you, c’est la vie, now push off.”
Well, she could certainly get hired in the Bitching-About-Men Department at the University of Fatuous Drivel.
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