There were multiple points I took away from the Harvey Weinstein scandal. For the sake of brevity, I’ll focus on just one: despite the best efforts of second and third-wave feminists — the screeching, the lectures about “rape culture,” consent, no means no, women blogging about what men do that women don’t like, etc. — the world is still full of chauvinistic pigs who think women’s sole purpose on Planet Earth is to sate their deviant sexual desires. Feminists would’ve had just as much success lecturing a urinal cake.
Harvey Weinstein was but one branch of a sexual assault tree, practically proven by the plethora of harassment and abuse stories which flooded out of Hollywood more abundantly than all-lady remakes. With a key difference: we actually cared about the former.
The #MeToo movement came next. A sequel to the salacious origin story with many throwbacks to the original cast. Starting with women (and men) coming forward with their abuse stories in Hollywood. Which led to tales of workplace harassment in corporate America. Eventually devolving into “He looked at me funny, ergo harassment!” as blue-haired manatees wanted their piece of the male bashing pie-eating contest.
I’m getting to the point, I beg your indulgence for just a tad longer.
In researching what I planned on being a longer column series on what is and is not harassment, to sort out confusion thanks to said blue-haired-manatee feminists, I confirmed what I’d always suspected: creeps don’t know they’re creeps. Lest anyone rush to a creep’s defense, saying these same feminists I just alluded to have muddied the waters on what is and is not permissible between the sexes, please tread carefully. There’s a difference between being shy to approach a woman out of fear of rejection, and causing her great fear during, or after, she rejects you. The creep test might be as simple as not knowing the difference. Or listing a litany of excuses blaming women for not “understanding” a creep’s “intentions.”
Take the crazy feminists out of the equation for a second, I know this point isn’t a precise one: most women know the difference between a man who “doesn’t have game” and a freak who may do her harm. Again, remove the screechy feminists and their stupidity about the patriarchy here. We’re talking real life. Not a blog post on HuffPo about period shaming.
I carry a gun to protect myself from creeps who won’t take no for an answer. I carry a gun to protect myself from sick bastards who think my fervent, clear, zero-nuance “NO!” is a challenge, some kind of feminine game of hard to get. I carry a gun to protect myself from weird, mentally incapacitated nuts who, though stupider than a screen saver of pixelated goldfish, are still strong enough to get past both my icy glare and slammed door.
I carry a gun so I don’t have to tell my tale of assault.
I carry a gun so I can protect myself from a man who could physically overpower me in a few seconds or less if given the chance.
I carry a gun so I don’t need to use a hashtag on Twitter, to warn other women of how quickly a bad situation can become life-shatteringly tragic.
I carry a gun so I don’t have to say “Me too.”
Everyone calling for “gun control” or when they’re being honest, a gun ban, puts my safety at risk. I don’t “march for my life.” I carry a gun for my life. I understand that despite all the wonderful men in the world, it only takes one violent pervert to ruin my life. March or no march.
People who march against guns are marching against my right to protect myself. They’re trying to infringe on my right to choose. To choose to keep my body protected with a firearm. The right to keep and bear arms is the most feminist issue there has been: to protect ourselves from dangerous men.
“Male privilege” ends at the barrel of my gun. “Rape culture” cannot survive the spread of my double ought buck. The “patriarchy” cannot outrun my hollow-point rounds.
A hashtag will not protect anyone. A rapist was never stopped by a viral speech. A bumper sticker from Everytown USA will not prevent a member of the sex doll manufacturer’s target market from committing a felony sex crime.
A gun, however, gives women like me a fighting chance. I won’t give up that right to a bunch of whining protesters exploiting a tragedy. I won’t be made a victim simply because others were made victims.
So screw your solidarity. I’ll keep carrying my gun.
~Written by Courtney Kirchoff