From Cannibalism Among The Oppressed by Jim Goad:
Intersectionality, because it is by definition an insane if unfalsifiable notion, has gained traction in the so-called social sciences. In Sweden (of course), you can get a master’s degree in it. Never have so few used so many words to say so little. Intersectionality’s proponents prattle on about standpoint epistemology and interlocking matrices of oppression, about how intercategorical approaches are needed to determine how essentialist identities foster stereotyping, about how power carries gendered connotations and has androcentric biases that promote racialized belonging, and about how straight white males suck.
This is one of the reasons I sort of hope for a wholesale economic collapse—because people who talk like this will not have jobs.
The concept of intersectionality is also related to the “progressive stack,” which assumes that white males at all times bear noxious degrees of unearned power, which is why they have to get to the back of the line and let all the legless black lesbians speak first.
So much for transcending labels and viewing one another as individuals. These people want to institutionalize such labels. They balk at the concept of “assigned identity,” yet they also seem unable to live without it. So many of these multitudinous oppressed “identities” seem like nothing more than cheap cloaks to mask nakedly annoying personalities. People with bad personalities seem to have a built-in defense mechanism that makes them believe you actually hate them for any other possible reason besides their bad personalities. With all the banter about oppression, it’s hard to think of anything that stifles free speech and free expression more than such strident humorlessness.
As an unapologetic white male and therefore a designated cultural pariah, I take a sort of emperor’s glee in the gladiatorial spectacle of these special-interest ninnies eating each other. But it’s different from lions eating Christians. It’s more like Christians eating Christians.
I’m guessing that Mr. Goad is something of an acquired taste. The article starts with this description of the recent kerfluffle between Michelle Obama and a lesbian heckler:
When big-bootied FLOTUS Michelle Obama was heckled last week by a grizzled lesbian activist who sort of resembles Glenn Beck with AIDS, the entire progressive coalition nearly came crashing to the ground.
Mrs. Obama was speaking about somethin’-somethin’ black when the activist interrupted her to start screaming about somethin’-somethin’ gay, at which point Obama left the podium to confront the woman. Video documentation of the event is scant, so it’s unclear whether Obama did that black-lady thing where they wag their finger and swivel their head.
Some people try to be politically correct at all times. They make me sick. I try to push the limits of humor right up to the point of offensiveness, occasionally going to far. Other writers just ignore the limits and try to be as provocative and offensive as possible, going for cheap laughs by shocking people. Bill Maher and Howard Stern are examples of “shock comics”.
But some people use politically incorrect humor as a blunt instrument to get your attention because they really do have a worthwhile message. You can make a lot of enemies that way.
I’m not recommending Mr. Goad, but I will certainly be reading more of his work. Sadly, it seems that many of his readers don’t get it.
Tell me what you think.