In today’s world female victim-hood and entitlement have taken completely new terrifying dimensions. Thanks to toxic feminism and its offshoots like the #Metoo movements, men are becoming so emasculated that a growing number are opting to become genderless.
In an age where we have all accepted that everything – medicine, science, the arts – should be evidence-based, it is downright incorrigible and incongruent that all it takes is the word of an aging, bitter and sexless hag that you raped her 26 years ago to destroy a male career built over a whole lifetime.
Closer home, a terrifying and deeply distressing reality is slowly but surely emerging; that hundreds and possibly thousands of men who are serving lengthy sentences in our jails for sexual assault of children are there because they were set up by women they had differed with. You are guilty until proved innocent, apparently.
Now, why I am I telling you all these?
It has come to my attention that a clique of Ktalk females have designated me - perhaps one of the most liberal and female-supporting males here - as a toxic, arrogant, penilecentric, woman-belittling, two brain-celled misogynist.
This accusation, which to my dismay has found favour even with my most ardent fans as @Mrs4thletter and @Hot Chocolate! , has its roots, at least in part, in my constant refrain, “Ukahe Rii?” which incidentally was introduced to me by none other than Ms Randan.
My constant use of the phrase is taken to be prove of my commoditization and objectification of the female form. This is usually the tangent taken by toxic feminists to demonise those like me who only want to emphasise the natural - that normal men are attracted to women.
Objectification of the female form? Ask them why many of them dress the way they do, exposing their bodies like pieces of so much chicken at a KFC, and they turn the whole argument around by shouting ‘My Dress, My Choice!”. You can never win.
My point?
Ladies, I love and respect you all – short, thick, thin, tall, bald (Hi, @Nefertities?), whatever. Even the blondes, at least there is a way you can be of use to a full-blooded, if a little tepid, male.
I just wish to remind you that we are all Africans, and as an African man I will continue to borrow.
So, if I ask you next time, “Ukahe rii?” don’t take offense.
Just smile coyly and know you are appreciated.
Goodnight!
[SIZE=1](Inspired by the on-going (Sunday, 10.50pm) discussion on Inooro FM)[/SIZE]
