The Obligatory Badass Grrrlboss Characters

Do You Prefer Your Gender Confusion Well-Done or Medium-Rare?

I know this is gonna get a lot of folks’ panties in a wad. I’m good at that.

“But but but muh potential audience!”

Here’s the deal: if I don’t shoot straight from the beginning, readers will feel blindsided in the future when my unpopular opinions inevitably slip out anyway. So, I’m gonna rip the Band-Aid off quick.

There’s no quicker way to spread butthurt far and wide than to quote from the Bible, so here we go from Deuteronomy 22:5 (ESV)…

A woman shall not wear a man’s garment, nor shall a man put on a woman’s cloak, for whoever does these things is an abomination to the LORD your God.

“Oh, puh-lease! Brown’s gone full Victorian barefoot-in-the-kitchen!”

No, it’s worse than that. I’ve gone full Moses-and-the-prophets on you.

And Moses wasn’t quoting me; he was quoting your Creator and therefore the One who knows more about sex and gender than all of us combined, times infinity.

This isn’t just about women wearing pants vs. skirts/dresses, though that probably applies. This isn’t just about Drag Queen Story Hour at your local taxpayer-funded public facility, though that certainly applies.

The original language is often more precise than English. In that original language, the word “man’s” (from “wear a man’s garment”) was not adam (the normal word for man/men) but geber meaning “a valiant man, warrior.”

I would also direct your attention to the phrase “an abomination.” Not “annoyance.” Definitely not “kinda’ cute,” “so hot,” or “sexy.” Try “detestable.” It can also mean “something disgusting; an abhorrence; idolatry; an idol.”

Before moving on, it should be pointed out that the words translated “garment” and “cloak” are the words “keli” and “yilbas,” respectively. Yilbas usually means a dress or skirt outfit. I’ll let you ponder whether that would include high heels. Keli can mean men’s clothes, but can also mean equipment —as in the gear worn by a warrior.

Not that many Americans anymore (including those who identify as Christian, AKA churchians) care what the Bible says. So with regard to what follows, it’s also yours to ponder whether there is causation, or just correlation at work.

Current Year pop culture is slopping over with macho chicks. In real life, of course, throw a rock and you’ll hit a woman dressed like a valiant warrior…and often believing herself to be one. But let’s narrow our focus upstream, to entertainment. Movies are the most widely-familiar entertainment, so let’s break down the messaging by genre:

Comedy: females are intellectually superior to males.

Suspense/horror: females are morally superior to males.

Drama/romance/churchian: females are morally superior to males.

Thrillers/action/adventure: females are physically superior to males.

The last message is the one in focus, here. It’s nearly impossible to find an action/adventure made in the last couple decades which doesn’t depict a 105 pound Womyn Warrior physically dominating a 220 pound dude (or several of them) in hand-to-hand combat. The man might have extensive training and experience—or even superpowers. Doesn’t matter. The woman will best him even without training, experience, or superpowers. Because vagina.

Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard the anecdotal arguments about such phenomena occurring in real life. (“Real life” often meaning somebody saw it on a TV show.) Can it happen? Yes. Especially since most men refuse to hit a woman, and therefore won’t defend themselves, whereas women have no qualms about hitting men—and don’t hold back. There are plenty of couch potato soybois these days who might not be able to overpower a woman, provided she is of exceptional prowess (IOW a very masculine woman) even if they overcame their aversion to defending themselves against her. But these kind of less sensational matchups are not typically what we see in movies (or books, comics, and video games).

Here’s where mid-level gender confusion is body-slammed by full-retard gender confusion: mediocre male athletes are “identifying” as female, and absolutely destroying the best female jocks in multiple sports. If this Womyn Warrior trope has any connection to reality whatsoever, why don’t we see the opposite happening?

Gender is not a “social construct,” but a characteristic of sex, which is determined even before sexual organs begin to form in the womb. Males and females were designed to be different mentally, emotionally, and physically in order to fulfill different roles. It’s obvious women were designed to birth and nurture children while being help-meets to men, who were designed to be the providers and protectors (“valiant warriors” if you will, when necessary). Evidence for these different roles is manifest throughout human anatomy.

So why is the Badass Grrrlboss trope so omnipresent—even when writers have to really stretch to contrive a way to jam it into a storyline? And not just mainstream/woketard writers, either. Hordes of independent and even “conservative” writers are on the same bandwagon. What is compelling so many disparate creators across the political spectrum to all shatter suspension of disbelief in the same way, and relentlessly grind this fantasy in our faces? It seems to be a component of a zeitgeist. Like there’s a spiritual force behind this ubiquitous macho chick fetish. Like idolatry, maybe.

It didn’t happen overnight. There was a song about masculine women and effeminate men back in the Roaring ‘20s. Later, there were the comedies of Bob Hope, Danny Kay, etc. with actresses fulfilling masculine roles and the proto-soyboi comedians doing the opposite, and even dressing in drag on occasion. Nobody protested this nudge onto the slippery slope, lest they be accused of having a defective sense of humor, or any number of Freudian “overcompensation” cliche`s. Chances are, this fetish was already widespread in Hollywood at the time, but the cultural svengalis were disciplined frog-boilers. Americans in the postwar period would not have accepted gender confusion in pop culture at the brazen extremes of today, or even of yesteryear, without the cover of “harmless” hilarity.

A lot of cultural poison was injected into our society disguised as humor.

It’s not played for laughs, anymore. That ploy served its purpose, then was discarded.

I have nearly given up on all mainstream entertainment produced within the last 20 years. What little exposure I have to it is (go figure) via women I know. Which makes my next observation ironic:

In literature, it is primarily male writers who are pushing the macho chick fetish. Female writers do it, but likely only to conform to the status quo—they are not nearly as passionate about boosting these narrative tropes as male creatives, on average. Honest women who have attempted to compete with men physically are aware, to some degree, that it’s just a sanctioned fantasy.

Men cling bitterly to the fantasy seemingly as a matter of faith. They tend to get irate when the premise is challenged. Armed with fourth-hand anecdotal hearsay, they are prepared to defend it as being perfectly believable. Some are willing to just fabricate anecdotes to reinforce the plausibility of the Womyn Warrior archetype.

In case you haven’t noticed, young women today don’t just dress like men—they try to talk and behave like them, too. Plenty of them come off far more masculine than their pantywaist male peers. If they only knew the power of the femininity they are actively suppressing, they would embrace it and find themselves inside that joyful dynamic of stuff working the way it was designed to.

Gender confusion is likely just one of many harbingers of a civilization on the brink of collapse. That so many accept it or, at best, only want it dialed down a tad, probably means nothing will be able to stop the slide. It’s not the fall that will kill the mythology, but that sudden stop at the end. Unfortunately, a lot more than just our civilization’s persistent delusions will cease at that point.

Obviously, the popularity of the fetish guarantees that these tropes will perpetuate, until that sudden stop. Downstream from the narrative, military and paramilitary organizations will continue setting policy that ignores biology, young men will continue to convince themselves they want to be matched with aggressive butch broads who demand to wear the pants, and the delusion of many women will be fed and amplified by the culture.

If you are not infuriated, irritated, or aggravated by what I shared here, you may want to check out the free sample chapters I’m posting in Sneak Peeks. They’re from my time travel coming of age sports adventure/conspiracy thriller series, but they’re also educational for boys and young men trying to navigate the diseased social landscape of our present age. It draws from what I learned the hard way and wish, more than anything, I could have had access to as a young man myself.