The other night my compadre and I were watching some coverage of the winter Olympics. There was some sort of skiing on, slalom I think, and it caught my eye. Impressive stuff. Then women’s figure skating comes on and the compadre gets ready to turn the channel.
“Don’t even say it…I know you won’t watch this.”
“Why not? You basically have some pretty girls being graceful and dancing to Western classical music. Nothing wrong with that. That’s what they’re supposed to do. Like ballerinas. Like women. Ice skating is a good sport for women. It’s pretty and feminine. Only the male skating is offensive. If I wanted to see some f—ing queen in spandex gyrate like a f—ing whore I would go to a f—ing gay bar.”
So obviously I’m not watching the men’s figure skating competitions. But you’ve seen them. Maybe not this year. But they’ve looked pretty much the same for the past 20 years, right? Gay guy in a sparkly outfit fags out, middle class housewives clap. Husbands wince. End of story.
TEXT MESSAGES – FRI APRIL 19
Jack: I feel like kicking every dude I see today in the balls. No idea why.
Max: Because America just won its first gold medal in mens figure skating and fag who lost is accusing the fag who won of skating like a woman.
Jack: Now it makes perfect sense. Thanks.
But why do men wince?
I was laughing about the text exchange above with a guy I work with a few days later. He says:
“Dude, I hate watching that stuff. It’s embarrassing.”
So I did what I do. I applied the narrative.
“That’s what I get from most men. It’s embarrassing to watch because the skater is embarrassing himself. It’s uncomfortable to watch a man dishonor himself.”
“Yeah. Exactly.”
I don’t know if I’m willing to go on record as saying that men’s figure skating is always unmanly. I can’t recall one off the top of my head, but there are probably guys who have put a testosterone spin on it—who really made the ice their bitch.
This is the part where I really want to say, “What would Brian Boitano do?,” but he ain’t exactly Clint Eastwood, is he?
He did build the pyramids, and he beat up Kubela Kong.
And NAPOLEON. He dressed like Napoleon. So there’s that.
Figure skating isn’t really a sport. Figure skating is an interpretive dance that requires a high degree of athleticism. Ballet is also an interpretive dance that requires a high degree of athleticism. Figure skating is more like ballet than it is like swimming or sprinting or weightlifting. But the audience for the Winter Olympics this year has been 56% female. Women love watching figure skating, which is all about backstory and expression and emotion—not raw numbers or linear achievement. It’s ratings gold and they’ll call it whatever they want to call it. Men will continue to tune it out. It’s women’s entertainment; skaters are entertainers catering to a largely female audience. In fact, from the looks of it, they’re catering to roughly the same audience as American Idol—where faggotry also abounds.
For the record, my application of the term “faggot” is inclusively pansexual, and that usage seems to be increasingly common among men. Homosexuality and effeminacy correlate on average but effeminacy is not the exclusive domain of homosexual males. Not by a longshot. I don’t care who a man says he’s having sex with. If he’s wearing something f—ing bedazzled and prancing around like a tart, he’s a fag to me. Fruitcakes are fruitcakes. Likewise men who act like men should be regarded as men and treated like men.
Fagtastic figure skating is fine and dandy, so to speak.
If some guy wants to get in touch with his inner Tinkerbell, well, I guess someone has to do it.
But don’t expect men to get excited about it, or watch it, or approve. It is what it is.
And when a male figure skater says something stupid like, “I think masculinity is what you believe it to be,” men need to stand up and correct him, instead of caving in to women and gay groups and apologizing.
Men need to control the definition of masculinity.
Masculinity is not “whatever you believe it to be.”
If it is “whatever you believe it to be” then it is a word without meaning. So why even say it?
The argument itself is completely insincere.
Johnny Weir knows he’s not masculine. He’s “gender bending.” He knows it, and he loves it. He knows he’s playing at being a half-woman. He knows the kind of reaction it gets from men. He knows it gets a lot of attention, negative and positive. He wants that attention. He’s not just “expressing himself.” He’s being purposefully transgressive, and the people close to him obviously enable and validate it.
His feigned innocence is a lie. Fags like Johnny Weir subscribe to a feminist agenda. They believe they are changing the world, and they are absolutely giddy about it. And unfortunately, they’re right.
They are remaking “masculinity” in their own image.
Because men are allowing it. They don’t want to deal with these guys, because arguing with fags is like arguing with women. There’s no honor in it.
Some French Canadian guys joked on-air about what most guys think when they are forced to watch some queen shame himself on ice. They said he should be tested to make sure he’s really a man.
He’s acting like a big queen, he knows he’s acting like a big queen, he has no shame about it, so they shame him a little. They’re not afraid of him—it’s not a real phobia. It’s like a peculiarly male form of empathy coupled with a peculiarly human form of social control. They’re embarrassed for him, they’re ashamed of him and they want to distance themselves from him. Weir is an omega. He’s rejected the form—he’s openly mocking it. So they push him out of the world of men and he continues to thrive as the little darling of women.
There’s a lot of talk in “men’s movement” circles about shaming language, because women use it to control men. But men also use it to control each other.
Johnny Weir and his supporters want figure skating in fur and sequins to be equal to showing strength and valor in battle—at least in terms of “masculinity.” Unfortunately, I sometimes see men’s advocates saying essentially the same thing.
“Throw off those old roles!”
“Do whatever you want!”
“Don’t let anyone tell you how to be a man!”
“Kill the alpha!”
“Beta power!”
“Masculinity can be whatever you believe it to be!”
Oh, wait. That last one was Johnny Weir.
Don’t be a tool.
Masculinity means something. Some men are more masculine than others, just like some men are taller than others. Some men are good at being men, but they are not always good men. There is room for distinction and discussion—men have always talked about what it means to be a man.
But men don’t need to live in a world where nothing means anything, and everyone gets to be “alpha for a day.” That’s not winning.
That’s the way women think.
That’s the world that women want.
That’s the world feminists want.
When masculinity means whatever you want it to mean, it means nothing.
And being a man means nothing.
When being a man means nothing, women have won “The Battle of the Sexes” completely.
And they know it.
Men have got to start saying “no” again.
To Johnny Weir, to politically correct groups, to women, and to each other.
Take back the power of “NO.”
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