It's What A Man's Gotta Do

My internet habits must always catch up with me in one way or another, and last night when I came home my dad informed me that we don't have anymore internet - again. I'm not the only one who my own habits catch up with. So today I'm here at my favorite tax-subsidized library, typing up my reaction of something I just saw a minute ago.

There's a pamphlet on one of the reference shelves entitled "It's What a Man's Gotta Do". It's a handbook on how to register for the draft. Given that this month is dedicated to the minority that isn't really a minority, I decided that I'll dedicate this post to gender issues that run close to my heart.

When I was in highschool, I was the sole out-of-the-closet conservative among a host of teenage liberals. Now, I actually regret some of the positions I took as a Reagan child. But some of the things I had to put up with really pissed me off at the time. Every single one of my English teachers (they're always the English teachers) was one of these foaming-at-the-mouth femenists who punished me with dreary fictions about women walking naked into the sea and never coming back. The least leftward of them, some Hawaiian-Japanese-American lady who referred to the Renaissance infatuation with Roman paganism as "still superstitious", was all harping about how that women in the 19th century were relegated to the role of procreatrix and home-keeper. She went on about how that women couldn't hold office, couldn't keep even secretarial jobs, and were expected by the prevailing social norms to just get married, make babies, wash clothes, and clean houses. I raised my hand and asked "Well weren't the men expected to work outside of the home?"

The point I wanted to make was that there's more than one victim of gender division. Women had to make babies - true, but men had to breathe in coal dust.

I'll go so far as saying that the most oppressive form of human-made gender discrimination in America today targets men, not women. It's the men who have to, on pain of kidnapping, send in their information to some office with a signed statement saying that they're willing to pick up a gun and go do some killing and possibly get killed themselves for any situation the government deems necessary.

Of course, my solution isn't to force women to register for the draft too. Far be it. The solution I propose is the complete and permanent abolition of the draft. I don't want equal oppression. I want complete and equal liberty. Unfortunately, the position of His Infallible Excellency is equal oppresion.