Political Correctness – What Is It Good For?

Political correctness is one of those deaths by a thousand cuts that you don’t really notice until it’s already eaten you alive and you can’t go back. It starts with making a concession that you really shouldn’t have to make—for instance, saying “African-American” instead of “black.” Really, it’s what they are. If you can call me white, I can call you black. End of story. Plus, not all black people are African, nor are they all American. But you start calling them African-American because, OMG, how hard is it? It’s just two words, and if two words can help eliminate centuries and centuries of racism, slavery and injustice…

Next thing I know, I’m being told that I can’t publicly disagree with feminism or I won’t be able to get a job.

If I’m a store owner, and a black man robs my store, and the police come and ask me what the scumbag who robbed my store looked like, I will tell them he was black. Same as if he was white. If he was brown, I might say that, or since it’s less distinctive, I’ll probably say he looked Middle Eastern or Hispanic. But when in doubt I’ll say brown. If he had slanted eyes and was kind of short I’ll say he looked Asian.

I know that at least half of you have now vomited your post-work chicken noodle soup all over your keyboard in shock that I would ever be so crass as to say that slanted eyes make people look Asian PLEASE CAN WE WHISPER A BIT MORE QUIETLY but no. Your dramatic opprobrium is duly noted and ignored, since you’re a spoiled Western child. Hang with me here and you just might learn something about the real world.

Now we move on to the women, and the biggest first-world problem of them all: feminism.

The only reason feminism even had the intellectual space to germinate and sprout is because a thousand years ago, Western civilization came up with this unprecedented idea called chivalry: the idea that men should protect women because they can. The only reason Western women ever felt comfortable and secure enough to ask for things like jobs and the right to vote was because a thousand years ago, we laid the foundation for the type of society where women would be valued, protected, listened to, and cooperated with in certain very important ventures like raising a family. This particular venture, I know, tends to be considered cruel and unusual punishment these days, but only because we’re categorically stupid and have no sense of responsibility. Also because killing millions of children while they’re still in the womb tends to desensitize you to the value of human life, not to mention the basic economics of a replacement birth rate.

But anyway. Chivalry. Men in certain cultures trade camels for 9-year-old girls. Men in other cultures sit and drink while their women do ALL the work, even the outside stuff. Here in Western culture, we hold doors open for women…so they can turn around and call us “benevolent sexists.” We date women, woo them, do our best to be romantic, sensitive, and caring…and Western, feminist women reject us because we aren’t dangerous and exciting enough and they deserve better. So then we date Asian or Latin women unaccustomed to chivalry, and they love and appreciate us for it…and Western feminists bitterly shriek across the ocean that we’re bottom feeders who had to settle for desperate women who can only score losers.

Women are physically weaker than men. Shriek as loudly and shrilly as you want and this will never change. Western society, by means of chivalry, structured itself in such a way as to take advantage of men’s strength and use it for the protection and good of society. Other cultures didn’t—and yet we’re the oppressors. Bullshit. Raging bullshit.

Bottom line is this. I’m a white heterosexual male. God did not give me a vote on whether or not to be any of these things. I’ve never stolen anybody’s land. I’ve never owned slaves. I’ve never raped a woman. In fact, throughout most of my life I’ve erred on the side of caution with women and thus found myself single most of the time. I’ve never had any benefits extended to me because I was white, or male, or heterosexual. I was born in a trailer. We had scorpions. We had to ration our maple syrup. My parents went into assloads of debt to put me through college. I have relatives that have been homeless and incarcerated.

And yet I live in a society where I can’t even say that men and women are different without being looked at like I’m a zombie choking on a garden hatchet. I can’t say that discrimination against white heterosexual men is a real thing without the accusations of racism, sexism, and homophobia falling like Idaho hail. I go into the job market at a demonstrable disadvantage because by hiring me, a company increases its risk of being raked over the coals for being a patriarchal, monolithic good-ol’-boy club. A company will never be able to tout itself as a haven of diversity by releasing a press statement announcing my hire. The job board of the United Nations explicitly states, “Applications from women candidates are strongly encouraged as the United Nations supports gender equality in the workplace.”

Why should I waste my time applying to such an organization? What is the difference between what a black person felt when seeing a sign saying “Negroes need not apply” and what I feel when I see an organization “strongly encouraging” applications from a sex I am not? Why am I shushed and told that my opinions are too “controversial” while a video of gay people kissing goes viral?

I’m done. I have nothing to gain from political correctness. It’s like a feminist girlfriend—always demanding, always demeaning, never satisfied. I’m done. I will speak my mind as God intended free men to do. If you don’t want to hire me, be my friend, whatever—fine. It’ll hurt, but no more than that fucking banner on the U.N. site does.

What a mess.