One of the more interesting comments I get on my blog – when I do get comments – is that I’m judgmental. I’m not allowed to have a strong opinion, or even really any sort of opinion that I’m not actively curtailing to “hold space” for people who might have other opinions. But as I have said before when this was an astrology blog and I will say again: I’m not the world’s wetnurse. No woman is born as the world’s wetnurse. It’s not my duty to make other people feel good.

I recently posted a critique of compulsive travel and a man lost it (how do I know it’s a man? It’s either a man or an old lady, only those two groups of people go out of their way to admonish women to behave themselves.)

Calling a woman “judgmental” is just a way to silence woman, like calling her a bitch, or calling her a Karen, or calling her MAGA or some other name. It doesn’t offer any critique of the substance of what she said – it’s a critique of what she is. It is an indictment of her being for something that’s not actually a problem in and of itself. I live in a country with a culture deeply-rooted in individualism and respect for differing opinions and at least on paper, protection for speech that the majority may not like. This is a culture that my ancestors began cultivating over 400 years ago when they came to conquer this land (now if that doesn’t get a soft man’s panties in a bunch…). Compound this with the fact that I’m younger Gen X/Xennial, a generation that came to age before the Internet and before the idea that we are now all magically our brother’s keeper, where handling your own shit was the key to survival, you’re admonishing a tiger for having a stripes. This is deeply ingrained in who I am; I don’t feel the need to change. I specifically departed from progressive urban areas so I was once again free to be a woman with an opinion and free to keep my tits in my shirt even if a random grown adult somewhere in my vicinity has the sads and can’t handle their own shit.

Men don’t get called “judgmental,” but I think that, if they were always surrounded by scolds the way women are – or at least forced to remember that they are surrounded by scolds who have nothing to add to the conversation outside of a desire to simply shut it down – it might be easier for them. They get called worse things – Nazis, fascists, bigots – and sometimes they get shot in the neck while trying to engage progressives in a dialog because there are people who are so delusional and weak that they actually think that someone having an opinion of their own and daring to engage others in public discourse is violence instead of simply discourse.

But I think thought-policing is dangerous to both men and women, in small forms like commenting on a person’s character on a blog post, and in massive forms, such as assassinating someone because you’re too much of a gay retard to know the difference between opinions and violence.

And yes, when I was younger, the name-calling wouldn’t have been as much of an issue because sticks-and-stones, even when it came to female aggression: the absolute worst that could happen is a reputation hit that you could grow out of or move away from. But now, you can be murdered by a gay retard (I will call Tyler Robinson a gay retard forever) at worst, but also doxxed, harassed, stalked, or fired from your job because someone just didn’t like a thing you said about something because that someone is also a gay retard who doesn’t know how to regulate their own emotions because they’ve been taught that other people – specifically women – are responsible for regulating their emotions.

This call-to-wetnursing is a unique, secular phenomenon. It does not historically or currently exist in Christianity. A woman is called to care for her family, and then for others, but most of all, to serve her God, and to maintain integrity in that. While a woman should not be a bully, gossip, or scold, she has never been historically called to be the one to emotionally regulate everyone and anyone in her immediate real or virtual vacinity. In fact, all the female Doctors of the Church, including dear sweet Saint Therese of Lisieux, could be described as judgmental. Jesus Himself was in fact very, very judgmental and He still is, and He is the judge of all souls, which is the only type of discernment He has reserved for Himself and not for humanity, though all other kinds of discernment are encouraged.

But the reason why a good woman used to be someone who was called to judge wisely as opposed to be a journeyman wetnurse was because women used to have children. Most women used to have children, and it was there job to determine what was safe for their children and what was unsafe, and the culture was fixed around the idea that children are more important than self-expression or sleeping in. Women had the duty on a day-to-day basis to put their spouses and children first and then had a secondary duty to support the women in their community care so they could care for their children. When we suddenly decided that motherhood was no longer a superpower but a curse and convinced women that motherhood was a burden, it did not cure or erase the maternal instinct or the nurturing urge – it simply commercialized and perverted it. That is why it’s women and not men who find themselves most often roped into extracurricular projects at work like party planning that add nothing to the bottom line (and therefore do not merit promotion or better pay). That’s why people act as if their pets are children and think there’s something wrong with you for knowing damned well that a cat is, at the end of the day, just a cat. That’s why it’s women who are expected to protect even those who wish to enslave them, and that’s why women are psychologically manipulated into suicidal empathy. That’s why they’re all on antidepressants, because it’s extremely depressing to be carved into little pieces and trained from birth to hand them out to anyone and everyone until there’s nothing left, and to be told that this process of annihilation is called “empowerment.”

In fact, this call-to-wetnursing is a more modern secular phenomena because you specifically see feminists railing against this up until these Times of Confusion. For example, Third Wave feminists were historically trans-exclusionary; it was only sometime in the fifty years after the beginning of this wave did anyone feel the need to further elaborate with the oxymoronic term “trans-exclusionary radical feminist.” Most trans-fans have never read any feminist works, let alone early radical feminist works, or else they would know that Matt Walsh didn’t wake up one day and invent gender criticism all on his own because he thinks men in lipstick is icky, but that for over fifty years, there were feminists saying “do not call the transsexual your sister.” This is just one example, but an important one because the transgender movement specifically relies on the call-to-wetnursing, branded as “be kind,” to make women become affirmation props for disturbed men, to the point where if you even question or merely entertain what the other side has to say, you are a threat and somehow magically an agent of genocide, even though it’s well-documented that even when not accounting for sex work and living in dangerous neighborhoods, a trans-identified person is less likely to be murdered than a normal person.

But you don’t have to take my word for it. In fact, you can gloss over everything I just wrote and simply call me a hater and question my femininity. I don’t question my femininity – God has recently given me something that He will never give a trans-identified male or to any male, and He did it on a timeline that proves that He has the final say – and I am actually fine with being thought of as a hater. Whatever. I’m a hater. I’m a bigot. I’m a Nazi. I’m a fascist. I’m a big fat doodyhead. Your Dad can beat up my Dad. Whatever. Those words have no meaning anymore. Hell, I know a guy who goes all over social media claiming to be antifa and anticapitalist but in real life, he’s a vice president at a global bank and has a big house on a cul-de-sac in a nice neighborhood and the irony seems to be lost on everyone, including himself, but maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe there’s no irony anymore, and feelings dominate every sphere, but only the right feelings from the right people, and I just didn’t win enough tickets at the Oppression Arcade to trade them in for the prize of freedom to have an opinion.

I have learned in the last six years or so that the only women who are entitled to have an opinion are in fact, men.

If this still bothers you and you feel the need to write paragraphs to me, I will tell you what we told each other back in 1995:

The solution to your problems is down the highway, not across the street.