The “woman warrior” who is “badass” and easily defeats men in physical combat is now so ingrained in popular culture it has become a cliché, even as attempts to apply it in the real world lead to unintentional comedy.
Nature is the ultimate fascist. The Borg like Left, having conquered politics, religion, and sexual morality, now turns its attention to its greatest enemy.
After all, we now are all supposed to believe that race is just a social construct–so why not “gender?” And if gender is just a social construct, why can’t women do everything that a man can do–only better?
Coming on the heels of Marvel transforming a Nordic warrior archetype into a symbol of grrl power, websites gleefully reported a few days ago that “half the Viking warriors were female.” Tor, a Sci-Fi site which also does its best to PC police the culture and promote affirmative action pseudo-authors, desperately proclaimed:
Shieldmaidens are not a myth! A recent archaeological discovery has shattered the stereotype of exclusively male Viking warriors sailing out to war while their long-suffering wives wait at home with baby Vikings. (We knew it! We always knew it.)…
It’s been so difficult for people to envision women’s historical contributions as solely getting married and dying in childbirth, but you can’t argue with numbers—and fifty/fifty is pretty damn good.
Where to begin. Yes, shieldmaidens were in fact a thing (though rare), and the Norse and Germanic peoples generally were always known for the high status they gave to women, going back to Tacitus.
But to pretend that Viking warbands consisted of fifty percent women in an age where brute physical strength determined survival strains credulity. And however desperately Tor and other sites wanted to believe this was true, the archaeological discovery itself (which is actually from several years ago, not really recent) doesn’t really support the idea of Nordic Amazons striking terror in the British Isles.
The study looked at only fourteen graves, hardly a representative sample size. Of those fourteen graves, one included a woman buried with a sword and a shield. Perhaps this means she was a shield-maiden, perhaps it simply reflects something unique about this unknown woman, or perhaps these weapons were buried as ritual items. In any event, one grave is hardly an earth-shattering finding.
But where does the 50% come from? Well, gender may be a social construct, but apparently you can still find out the identity of centuries old skeletons easily enough. The findings show that six of the 14 remains were women, seven were men, and one was indeterminate.
Back in the woman-hating, hierarchical, patriarchal world of math and literacy, what this rather limited study suggests is not that she-Thors were channeling Buffy a few centuries early but that the Norse settled the British Isles in co-ed groups. Assuming this pattern held up across the isles, Viking settlement followed the same kind of pattern as the English conquest of North America rather that the male led domination that created Latin America. This is an interesting finding–yet hysterical journalists immediately ignored it to start screaming about female Vikings, so desperately did they need to believe in a Narrative of absolute equality.
The “woman warrior” who is “badass” and easily defeats men in physical combat is now so ingrained in popular culture it has become a cliché, even as attempts to apply it in the real world lead to unintentional comedy. Perhaps the most prominent woman warrior of the zeitgeist is Katniss Everdeen, the “strong” heroine of the Hunger Games. Katniss proves that young girls can kill men with a ranged weapon too, or something. The character is played by Jennifer Lawrence, who has survived the faux paus of beginning her career with the Bill Engvall Show, a family friendly sitcom built around one of the Redneck Kings of Comedy. (Engvall’s fellow royals were Jeff Foxworthy, Ron White, and Larry the Cable Guy, who was accused of racism by predictable shill and Alvin and the Chipmunks star David Cross.) Lawrence smoothly transitioned from the Engvall fanbase to her new Cross/SWPL fan base, becoming a hero because she curses, makes silly faces, and keeps (purposefully?) falling down at awards shows.
Miss Lawrence is the most prominent victim of the latest celebrity hack, which has been greeted with far more fury and frenzy than the beheading of journalist Steven Sotloff. She along with Kate Upton, Kirsten Dunst (redundant post Melancholia), and various other celebrities who are famous for unknown reasons have their assets prominently displayed all over Twitter like Kim Kardashian on magazine covers at the grocery store. Be it a Whiskey Tango single mom on EBT or one of the wealthiest women on the planet, we can safely say that according to the modern American woman, the height of seductive behavior is a “selfie” taken next to a hotel toilet. The behavior is more reminiscent of the decadent, self-absorbed, and effeminate Capital residents from the Hunger Games than the stern warrior character that gave Lawrence her fortune.
“The Fappening,” as it is being called (to the horror of the Great and Good), required an astonishing amount of technical skill, time investment, and considerable personal risk–all to obtain what these women all but expose in magazine and movies regularly anyway. As even Seth McFarlane sang at the Oscars (to much criticism), all you have to do is go to a movie and “We Saw Your Boobs.” In Traditional societies, actors were held to be the social equivalent of slaves and prostitutes–and there was a reason.
Clearly, the hack is not purely about sexual gratification, but a kind of political act (as well as a bid for Bitcoins). It’s a takedown of those held up as the ideal to be pursued and envied, that nexus of fame, money, and sex that we call celebrity. And the mainstream media has certainly interpreted it as a politically charged act, charging that the theft of the photos is a sex crime, and that even those viewing the photos are essentially guilty of rape. Lena Dunham is outraged (“It’s not okay”)–presumably because even though she keeps inflicting it on the Girls viewing public, no one wants to see her naked.
As we know whenever the shibboleth of “rape culture” is invoked, power is at stake, and the issue here is the Narrative of female empowerment. Behind all the propaganda, indoctrination, and legislation, female empowerment translates into the sexual anarchy of Tinder, Twerking, and nude selfies substituting for “repressive” courtship, style, and modesty. When a woman is, quite literally, shaking her ass at you like a mating display from a chimpanzee documentary, you’ll take her home if you’re three drinks deep—but you’re not calling her your girlfriend anytime soon. In fact, you’re not calling her at all (at least not sober.)
Such couplings aren’t really sex–it’s just using someone else’s body to get yourself off. This has also cheapened celebrity–one can imagine being weak in the knees and unable to speak if you met the late Lauren Bacall in her prime, but you get the impression you could bring home Rihanna with a few lines of game, a few lines of coke, and a bottle of cheap rum.
Of course, protesting the “objectification” of women is precisely what feminism is supposed to be about. But the blunt biological reality that a woman’s sexual desirability is more dependent on appearance than status brings the whole house of cards crashing down. Thus, we have plastic surgery freaks of nature like Nicki Minaj held up as role models, Beyoncé wearing a leotard and white woman hair in front of the word FEMINIST (while her lawyers police pictures on the Internet), and Katy Perry singing songs about being true to yourself while paving the road to (the first of many I’m sure) divorces because her celebrity husband displayed a picture of her without her customary twenty pounds of makeup. In the latest scandal, we have some of the most famous, powerful, and wealthy women in the world using the tactics of a thirsty sorority girl trying to keep the fraternity president from booty calling her roommate again. It’s the lie of modern female empowerment exposed.
To their credit, some feminists recognize this, and have turned their attention to the concept of beauty itself. As they take egalitarianism to its logical conclusion, we end up with feminists correctly claiming beauty standards are fascist. Well, they are–and the attempt to defy the Aristocratic Principle of Nature leads to an evolutionary dead end.
For that reason, aside from the occasional charity case of a heavily made up celebrity hypocritically telling deformed or sick girls “you are beautiful the way you are,” few act on the egalitarian imperatives of feminism. The few that do tend not to attract sexual partners, fewer reproduce, and fewer still can successfully transmit their revolt against nature to their children. It seems more likely that Western women will actively choose subordination, converting to Islam, and withdrawing altogether from the choice between being an “empowered slut” or a socially despised “prude,” or, worse, a Christian. Absent that, the only option left is the surface egalitarianism but fanatical status seeking of liberal modernity, which values sexuality above all.
With the release of a few pictures, Jennifer Lawrence has been transformed from warrior to victim–and the implicit demand by the feminists and their media is for men with guns to ride to the rescue. Indeed, the FBI, fresh from trying to finish off Ferguson, Missouri, is now frantically searching for the hacker, as we can’t secure the border or go to space but we can damn sure protect the public image of celebrities. In time, there will be a tearful interview, references to her “courage,” and maybe some new legislation against “revenge porn” or whatever else needs to be done to make sure women don’t pay for a sexual indiscretion–even as online regulations are tightened against political ones.
But The Fappening in its way is a milestone–the dead end of Western sexual politics. Even the American equivalent of aristocracy is as disposable as last Saturday’s hookup. And throughout the entire society, no one is looking good–from men haplessly sending unsolicited dick pics and spending their days fapping to women who can’t go ten minutes without text messages from five different guys telling them they really are special little snowflakes. No matter how many FBI investigations, Women’s Studies harridans, or tear jerking testimonials from “victims,” there’s no exit from this dead end under this system and under this culture.
The solution is identity–and the revolution it implies and necessitates. Being a real warrior isn’t about being “badass” as defined by Tumblr, and it’s certainly not about defying your own people to inflate your own sense of importance. As real Christians understood, the body is fleeting, and family, not sexuality, should be the source of honor and pride for a woman and the object of reverence and sacrifice for a man. And as those Nordic pagans–male and female—who conquered and settled in Britain understood, great enterprises are done as a community, a united tribe that is defended by real warriors who value something beyond their own lives.
What defines a warrior is not just his deeds, but what he defends. “The fame of a dead man’s deeds” only endures as long as the folk does. But those deeds speak for themselves, and the value of a European man or woman can be found in the legacy he or she leaves behind, not in the fleeting memory of youth or the temporary sexual availability. And no man or woman worth remembering ever thought, “Lemme take a selfie.”