Feminism is dead. It died in the early 90s. You might see its corpse shambling around, vomiting glitter and condoms onto horrified passers-by, but do not be fooled: that is the corpse of feminism, animated by patriarchy, which has infected its dead body like cordyceps, the fungus that takes over the brains of ants.
The latest nail in the coffin comes from “Femme Feral”, a London collective of “women and femme-identified people” who were apparently so incensed by the policies of Teresa May that they decided to strip down to fishnets, fetish gear and tit-tape and roll around on the floor in front of an audience of men; for feminism.
The first rule of Feminist Fight Club is that men have to be able to masturbate to it.
According to their Facebook page, Femme Feral deals in “queer femme wrestling performance, ritual destruction of the Conservative Party, abolishing borders, celebrating the ferocity and erotic power of femme-ness (Jesus Christ) and queer revolution.” With this in mind, it will be of little surprise to anyone that co-founder Phoebe Patey-Ferguson, a chortling posho with a name so middle class that it sounds like it came from a Catherine Tate sketch, is a PhD candidate at Goldsmiths. Goldsmiths, a London art college, is one of the main cultural institutions within the UK that has made an art form of ritually killing feminism and replacing it with meaningless sloganeering, bourgeois adventurist crap and hyper-sexualised queer theory.
Femme Feral, apparently, “fight each other as a mode of resistance to try to channel our energies and rage.” This describes precisely nothing about how they hope to challenge any of the things that they claim to be against. Women fighting each other has nothing to do with overthrowing patriarchy or critiquing Theresa May’s policies, and simply has the effect of punching sideways-let’s fight each other to end male oppression! Better yet, let’s do it naked in a basement and invite men to watch! Has patriarchy ended yet? I hope so, I have to go home and finish my deconstruction of the oeuvre of Jenna Jameson for my “Queer Potentialities: Transgressing the Boundaries of Femme Possibility” seminar tomorrow.
Liberated woman gets ready to fight other liberated women under the watchful gaze of a liberated male-identified ally.
The hyper-sexualised nature of the proceedings continues the tireless work of liberal feminists in turning feminism into a complete joke. It is alienating to anyone who lacks an expensive education that allows them to access the meaningless, academic jargon the participants parrot to justify their self-involvement. Anyone who isn’t drowning in an amniotic tank of gender fluids at a pricey liberal university is going to take one look at this and see it for the shite it is-porn culture for clueless narcissists.
The most immediate and predictable defense of this reactionary farce is that it is “empowering” for the women involved. This empowerment, unsurprisingly, comes from being sexy-because empowerment, sexiness and feminism all mean the same thing now. Barely-sentient nonsense fountain and future gulag inhabitant Edythe Woolley, another co-founder of Femme Feral explains; “It’s difficult to be sexy in specific spaces without being sexualised, so looking for a space where you can kind of own your sexiness, your sexuality, in an aggressive angry way, and also in a very glamorous way-we wanted a space where we could do that and be angry about the Tories.”
Of course, the women affected by Tory cuts who need access to the women’s shelters that Femme Feral pay lip-service to must be delighted that finally, feminists have decided to “own their sexiness in a glamorous and angry way” and are following their output via known feminist channel Broadly, a subsidiary of Vice, closely and gratefully. Unable to escape their violent partners, they sneak into their spare rooms or back yards and hunch over their phones to watch Femme Feral’s empowering treatises on “sharing their bodies and being free with them in their messy totality.” This is of great comfort to working class women who are bearing the brunt of savage reductions in public spending-simply knowing, somewhere, that women in an expensive university are rolling around on the ground in thongs: for them.
But it isn’t for them, a point that barely needs making-it is for the women in the video. Their empowerment, their sexiness, their egos. Their disingenuous co-opting of the pain of poor and working class women is just more evidence that middle class liberal feminism is parasitic, feeding on the pain of others for the narcissistic supply of those perpetuating it. Feminism is dead. Burn the body, and start again.