INGERSOLL: What Has Women’s Studies Gotten Us? Blame Men

WASHINGTON, DC - JANUARY 19: March Organizers Tamika D. Mallory and Linda Sarsour lead demonstrators during the Women's March on January 19, 2019 in Washington, DC. Thousands of women gathered in the US capital and across the country to support women's rights and to oppose President Donald Trump's policies. (Photo by Aaron J. Thornton/Getty Images)

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Greetings, Dear Reader,

Let’s talk about women today. Some interesting data has been coming out lately.

Has it helped us figure out what they actually want yet, guys?

Like many wayward, bumbling, hyper-male idiots before me, I took “women’s studies” in college to be around “chicks, duuuude.”

It was 2003, well more than a decade before the explosion of cultural Marxism became a dominant force. Nonetheless, the markers were there. The course was abject torture. The men in the class, of which I was one of three or maybe four out of 50, were tormented nonstop as a matter of course.

But I needed three credits of “other cultures” to graduate. Should have been a red flag that “women” counted as an “other culture,” but it’s likely I was too sauced to think much about it.

As we all know by now, the most ironic thing about feminist tropes is how often they revolve around men. Either they pantomime us, define themselves around our (mis)behavior, or join pout circles in which our behavior is more often than not the focus.

Even so-called independent women are defined in terms of men, ie, not needing no man.

Faced almost instantly with the realization that the course would not be providing the bountiful booty I had foolishly expected, I decided to actually intellectually engage with the coursework.

I promised no euphemisms early on, Dear Reader, so by that I mean I challenged the professor constantly, sometimes in the most obnoxious ways. Many of the women later panned the course and explicitly wrote that it was because of my participation in it.

I would eventually become proud of that. The whole charade got to the point where I was sitting in front of the dean. My professor wanted me booted from the school entirely. When that didn’t work, from the class. Then when that didn’t work, she wanted me to sign away my right to even talk. (That also didn’t work, lol, with the dean literally citing the First........

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