“white women’s tears”
One more visit with Alison Phipps.
“…the cultural power of white feminism partly derives from the cultural power of white tears.”
It’s so…hit them don’t hit me. So chickenshit. So malicious. She’s lily-white herself and she’s climbing the academic ladder by heaping shit on white women. She makes scholarship look like a con game.
Hur hur radical feminists, they’re exactly like Brexiters and men’s rights activists, hur hur hur.
We’re all doomed.
I spend years poring over microfilms of medieval manuscripts. She shits out some piece about how she hates white women like herself. Scholarship. Academia. All the same thing, amirite? What a great scholar she is.
I can’t help but notice that her Twitter profile pic is her peeking out over the top of a book; alternately, hiding behind a book. There’s something…not forthright about it.
Steven, I think that’s supposed to make her look like a scholar.
Iknklast, it makes her look like a scholar in the same way that Trump signing blank pieces of paper made him look like a President.
White women’s tears are supposedly very powerful at oppressing people, especially people of colour.
But I cannot help but notice that they never seem to cause the patriarchy to trouble itself to help women, of any colour.
This seems to also apply to white women’s words, actions, and apparent suffering.
Well we have to have some object for our feelings of rage and contempt. White women just happen to be that object. Cry more white tears, Karen.
The profile pic is so telling. The name on the book’s spine? Alison Phipps. The prominent word? ‘ME’. Says it all, really.