Feminist Writer Celebrates Her Inner Slut

by W.F. Price on August 2, 2010

Jaclyn Friedman, a writer who often provides an entertaining glimpse into the mind of a feminist, recently posted a piece, titled “My Sluthood, Myself“, in which she revels in her promiscuity, then suggests that girls should be taught that being a slut is OK. In fact, she calls “sluthood” “soul-fulfilling.”

We’ve featured Jaclyn before on The Spearhead, because she has a knack for spilling the beans and revealing what feminism is really about. Not long ago, she expressed distaste for feminist men, and then went on CNN to defend girls who were getting raging drunk, saying that the only concern should be predatory men.

Modern feminism, like Jaclyn, has embraced a cult-of self-indulgence, self-obsession, and solipsism. It is the celebration of the self as the most important thing in the universe, and a rejection of any duty or responsibility toward others. Hence widespread abortion, divorce, demands for privilege, etc. It would be laughable if it weren’t enshrined in law and enforced by agents of the state.

Now for a few quotes:

Last summer, I suffered the breakup of a relationship that I had thought would be permanent. Now, Iíve been through my share of break-ups, even of quite serious relationships, but nothing ever broke me like this one.

Since then, Iíve had sexual interactions of the orgasmic kind with 9 different people, none of which I was at any time in a committed relationship with.

Not too shocking. Seems to prove the growing suspicion suspicion that by 30 most urban women have racked up over 50 partners. How did a fatty like Jaclyn find nine guys in less than a year (approximately one per month)? Craigslist encounters…

I had never thought of my self as a Casual Encounters kind of girl. Iíd read them on occasion, sure, out of fascination, horror, horniness. Iíd even, once in a long while, in lonely desperate moments, posted an ad, not with the intention of actually meeting anyone, but because sometimes knowing you have a bunch of bad options that youíre rejecting feels better than feeling like you have no options at all.

Although it mystifies me, finding guys who like to bottom feed is never too difficult for a woman — even a fat feminist like Jaclyn Friedman!

Jaclyn goes on in some detail about her personal, intimate life (do any guys actually find that proper?), filling us in on details we don’t need to know, and then segues into a sermon about why sluts deserve support and protection.

Iím telling you this because sluthood requires support. Because any woman who indulges these urges carries with her a lifetime of censure and threat. Thatís a loud chorus to overcome. A slut needs a posse who finds her exploits almost as delicious as she finds them herself, who cares about her safety and her stories and her happiness but not one whit about her virtue. A slut alone is a slut in difficulty, possibly in danger.

So what would she propose? A slut protection squad at every precinct, ready to charge in guns blazing as soon as a slut feels “endangered?” Sadly, we already have something like that, with police trained to take down any man who might catch his wife fooling around and get upset, thereby making her “frightened.”

The following passage shows why Game is so effective:

Iím telling you this because sluthood saved me. Sluthood gave me the time and space to nurse a shattered heart. It gave me a place where I could exist in pieces, some of me craving touch, some of me still too tender to even expose to the light. Sluthood healed the part of me that felt my body and my desires were grotesque after two years in a libido-mismatched partnership. Now I felt hot, wanted, powerful.

A lot of women actually like being slutty. It makes them feel “hot,” and if a guy knows how to present himself in a manner that makes her feel “hot” for having him, she doesn’t care about trifling things like modesty or shame. The Puritans held that women were sexually more chaotic than men, and were probably right. One opinion that seems to be taken for granted in the manosphere, with which I disagree, is that men are by nature more promiscuous than women. Besides the fact that every single time a man has heterosexual sex, so does a woman, which makes exact equality a mathematical certainty, there’s a difference in the nature of desire. For men, sexuality turns on and off; we’re either thinking about it, or not. For women, it seems to be more of a constant current. I guess you could call men geysers and women rivers. Sure, the geyser is more impressive when it blows off, but the river is always flowing steadily along.

Finally, Jaclyn issues a call to sluthood, for its liberating, healing and fulfilling powers:

Sluthood isnít just a choice we should let women make because women should be free to make even ďbadĒ choices. Itís a choice we should all have access to because it has the potential to be liberating. Healing. Soul-fulfilling. Iím telling you this because sluthood saved me, in a small but life-altering way, and I want it to be available to you if you ever think it could save you, too. Or if you want it for any other reason at all. And because even if you donít ever want sluthood for yourself, youíre going to be called upon to support a slut. Iím telling you this because when that happens, I want you to say yes.

I don’t really care what Jaclyn does with her life, but on reading some of the many comments on her piece, which featured a depressing litany of women confirming that this was exactly their own experience any lifestyle, it struck me as a pity that her experience is approaching the norm in our culture. Can there be such a thing as innocence any longer? Does romance even exist in a world in which women empower themselves through random hookups with men they meet online? It seems that the finer sort of love is dead, and beauty with it, because a pretty face means nothing without virtue, honor and dedication to a higher ideal than feeling “hot.”

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