This is Jody Allard. This woman is so deranged she has written a piece about “rape culture” where she makes a tantamount admission to the mental abuse of her sons.
I’m Done Pretending Men Are Safe (Even My Sons)
One of my sons was hurt by my words, although he’s never told me so.
He is angry at me now, although he won’t admit that either, and his anger led him to conservative websites and YouTube channels; places where he can surround himself with righteous indignation against feminists, and tell himself it’s ungrateful women like me who are the problem.
I teeter frequently between supporting my son and educating him. Is it my job as his mother to ensure he feels safe emotionally, no matter what violence he spews?
When I confront him with his own sexism, I question whether I’m pushing too hard and leaving him without an emotional safe space in his home.
But, feminist or not, the men are no different from the men anywhere else and I quickly felt deflated. If the feminist men — the men who proudly declare their progressive politics and their fight for quality — aren’t safe, then what man is? No man, I fear.
…if it’s impossible for a white person to grow up without adopting racist ideas, simply because of the environment in which they live, how can I expect men not to subconsciously absorb at least some degree of sexism?
My sons won’t rape unconscious women behind a dumpster, and neither will most of the progressive men I know.
I’m through wasting my time on people who are more interested in ideas than feelings, and I’m through pretending these people, these men, are safe.
This is not a reflection of something broken or damaged in me; it is a reflection of the systems we build and our boys absorb. Those little boys grow into men who know the value of women, the value that’s been ascribed to us by a broken system, and it seeps out from them in a million tiny, toxic ways.
As a single mother, I sometimes wonder whether the real problem is that my sons have no role models for the type of men I hope they become. But when I look around at the men I know, I’m not sure a male partner would fill that hole.
Well, there’s no way I’m filling her hole.
And I think the type of man she wants her sons to become aren’t interesting in filling any women’s holes, either.
What this idiotic, abusive essay is lacking is her description of the perfect man. It’s lacking because the perfect man for her is a woman.
And even then she’ll find a problem with the women in her life because she is damaged goods. She needs mental health professionals… and they can’t be men.. or women that would suggest she has mental health issues.
In short, she’s f*cked. Her hole is filled.