Hey, there's even a bit about us in Lavery's book, wims. 😊
'Of course he has a pop at Mumsnet. The woke set’s loathing of Mumsnet is such a red flag. They just cannot believe that mothers and other ordinary women are allowed to associate freely and have critical conversations. Shouldn’t they be in the kitchen or chestfeeding their kids? Lavery goes on to say that there is ‘something stranger’ underneath ‘the whole phenomenon of British gender-criticals’ – he calls it ‘the problem [of] leaky boobs and the school run, the revenge of feminist grievance against feminist pleasure’. The ‘sourness’ of these harridans who dare to say men aren’t women represents a ‘loathing of the trans woman as a figure of pleasure embodied’, he says. Then, instantly, he goes into a cultural riff on Mars Attacks, in which he discusses the ‘femmebot’ in that movie, whose ‘tits are ballistic weapons’ and who ‘refuses to share in the refractory period of post-historical coldness’. And there you have it, in black and white – the trans woman as the fabulously titted pleasure machine and the real woman, the bitches who skulk on Mumsnet, as coldness personified.
This is misogyny. On every level – from its implication that ‘trans women’ understand female pleasure better than those real women, who are gender-critical and ‘sour’, to its seeming contrast between the leaky boobs of feeding mothers and the ballistic tits of camp heroines. Cold, sour, saggy tits – it’s like listening to Bernard Manning. That use of the phrase ‘leaky boobs’ cuts to the rotten heart of trans extremism, where there is a deep envy of womanhood. Lavery knows that his ‘breasts’, bestowed on him by ‘titty skittles’, will never leak (though he might get a bit of moob sweat, as blokes do). And so he seems to lash out against women whose breasts do ‘leak’ – ie, whose breasts are real. He even seems to envy the sexism women experience. Lavery has said that ‘there is something about being treated like shit by men that feels like affirmation itself… to be the victim of honest, undisguised sexism possesses an exhilarating vitality.'
Hi, Grace! Hiya! <waves from the kitchen where I am nursing my grievances>