A Review of A Politically Incorrect Feminist

By Armando Simón

            Many years ago, when psychology departments were being infested by feminists, I read some of the feminist writings, but after a while I stopped. I stopped because a quarter of the messages made sense, but the rest could be divided into the frankly asinine and the others into the certifiably psychotic. I also realized that feminists appealed to, and exacerbated, the worst instincts in women. Personal exposure to obnoxious feminists foaming at the mouth clinched it.

Yet, recently I was piqued enough by a book’s title to buy and read it. It was Phyllis Chesler’s A Politically Incorrect Feminist: Creating a Movement with Bitches, Lunatics, Dykes, Prodigies, Warriors and Wonder Women. Quite a mouthful.

It is an interesting memoir, not only of the dedicated author, who was very active in promoting women’s issues, but of the history of the feminist movement in itself. Once I got through the endless namedropping towards the beginning, a lot of useful nuggets of information could be had, since she was parting the curtain to reveal the participants.

For example, the author was raped by a black man from a Third World country and Da Sistahs prevailed upon her not to raise a stink about it because—the rapist was a black man from a Third World country. Gloria Steinem was one of them and she, too, subsequently ignored, or justified, hers as well as the rapes committed by prominent Democrats (e.g., Bill Clinton). The victims were thrown under the bus.

Da Sistahs would also turn on each other with viciousness over minor ideological disagreements, or if one of them became famous. Their tactics are the same we see today with the woke: derogatory labels, saturation of the complicit media with accusations and insinuations, organized temper tantrums.

Chesler also reveals what some of us already knew, but was ignored for a very long time by the entire political spectrum in the media:

  • The movement was top heavy with Jewish women.
  • The second wave feminist movement was an offshoot of the Marxist terrorist groups of the Sixties and Seventies (which official history portray as just an era of only peace and love hippies). “When Marylin Webb, a member os Students for a Democratic Society (SDS), tried to speak about women’s liberation, the men yelled: ‘Take her off the stage and fuck her.’”
  • The feminist movement was saturated with Marxists—and not just any Marxist, but China’s Cultural Revolutionaries. They attacked any feminist who attached her name as author to anything written. It was a betrayal of the collective. “The resentment and anger shown to any feminist perceived as more talented, more visible, or prettier than whoever resented this fact.”
  • Chesler is a psychologist and at one point had to admit the evidence of her eyes and ears. “So too have I denied the extent to which so many of the most charismatic and original of feminist thinkers were mentally ill. I don’t mean neurotic, difficult, anxious, or eccentric. I mean clinically schizophrenic or manic depressive, suicidal, addicted to drugs or alcohol, or afflicted with a personality disorder.” Some of the most famous names were Kate Millet, Sidney Abbott, Shulie Firestone and Andrea Dworkin. Dworkin was a morbidly obese manhater who dressed like a slob (the author’s mother asked her, “And who are you? The garbage man?”). I suspect that Dworkin’s hatred of men stemmed because she had not had sex with anyone. There is just not enough beer in the world.

All of this reminds me of what Camille Paglia, the anti-feminist feminist, said of those women, “They’re insane! Literally insane!”

All one has to do to realize it is to pick up and read some of their writings.