“‘Inappropriate’ Is a Vaginal Word” Part One: Humble Beginnings of a Vaggie, Self-Hating “Man”

“‘Inappropriate’ is a vaginal word”—the way it sounds is just MUAH. I wish I could claim authorship over the phrase, but unfortunately I’m just not that great of a wordsmith yet. No, the above poetry belongs to the late Patrice O’Neal, who cast the statement while highlighting undesirable male behavior in his 2011 stand-up special “Elephant in the Room.”

“I’m a neanderthal, okay? They’re taking away what I used to just automatically think and feel, and now they just take it away from you. So that now even you look at dudes like me, older dudes, and go, ‘Oh, you’re—’ It’s like self-policing. Men go, ‘Oh, that’s not—you shouldn’t…’

“Like, ‘inappropiate’ is a vaginal word. Like, that’s not a word… (in a self-righteous voice) ‘THAT IS INAPPROPRIATE.’ Is that coming from a man? Women say that. That’s women’s job.”

Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder—or so they say. What I might find dope or hilarious could be the very thing that makes you want to throw up. Such is probably the case with Patrice’s quote. From the point of view of a feminist, and probably the modern “man,” the comedian has committed the ultimate crime of sexism in employing rhetoric that relies completely on all the implications the word “vaginal” excites for its derogatory power.

And the primary implication: that Patrice’s “vaginal” not only supports the existence and cementation of gender roles, but that it also enjoins men not to deviate too far from the cock-shaped border of masculinity, lest they be judged or punished for overstepping into the foreign, lesser territory that society (“patriarchy!”) has arbitrarily gerrymandered.

In other words, Patrice’s is a loaded statement.

Compound that annually. If you’re like me, if you too were reared from conception by a single mother forced not only to cook but to play catch as well, if you too are now in your 20s, and if you too spent your formative years in the clutch of a Top Five hipster/liberal cesspool in all the world—Seattle, WA—home to the genetic engineering experiment responsible for the breeding of every Gawker, Jezebel and Buzzfeed writer on staff, then when someone declares, “‘Inappropriate’ is a vaginal word,” you don’t get to have a choice: you’re offended to the marrow in your bones; you’re so pissed we can see the steam rising from your shit, and by now you’ve already cooked up a hundred finger-wagging admonitions ready to serve Patrice O’Neal, that fat motherfucking sexist pig.

Oh my God. That is sooo offensive, especially to women.

Male privilege much?

You’re reinforcing and helping to keep in place patriarchy and sexism against women around the world. And you’re doing it all for a laugh!

Aren’t you ashamed?

Don’t you feel bad?

How do you live with yourself?

Embarrassing as it is to concede, this was me from the very moment I had my first “thought” about politics, society and what it meant to be a morally decent person. I had queued up properly like a nice little boy, without any sort of deviance, in the line farthest to the LEFT. Equality-this, communism-that, power to the people, “barcodes, that’s the sign of the beast,” men are swine and women sacred, bottom line.

And then I took the red pill.

How this watershed moment came about is very important, but I’ll save the story for another post. At present, suffice it to say that the law of cause and effect is still immutable, still posting a zero in the loss column. Globe hopping in the last two years—from Seattle to Brooklyn in 2012, then Brooklyn to Taiwan in 2013, where I’m still residing—has completely and radically transformed the beliefs I once thought to be indestructible.

A year ago Patrice’s “vaginal” line would’ve offended me deeply. I’m not even his intended target but none the matter; the white knight in me would’ve been offended on behalf of all the women in the world who so bravely endure each day as the uphill battle patriarchy has designed it to be.

Now I’m like, “FUCK THAT SHIT.” I’m completely on board with Patrice’s implications supporting distinct gender roles. It was the drastic change I made in the second half of 2013, the year’s atheism, the latest eye opener that’s been eating up the majority of my thoughts ever since. It’s so simple! Men should get women, not behave like them. We should be masculine, and women feminine. What a revolutionary fucking idea!

The problem is I’m not even being sarcastic. Sincerity has a stranglehold on my every word, and the bulk of attribution rests on the flimsy, narrow shoulders of this politically “perfect” epoch. (“Correct” no longer suffices as a word to illustrate just how impactful feminism has been in altering what it means to hold the “right” belief.) In the age where feelings 11 times out 10 trump truth, where the most common words in the English language are some version of “I’m offended by that,” where jokes are no longer jokes and free speech is about as free as subprime lending rates, the very idea of human beings conforming to, and fulfilling on their respective gender roles, is not just obsolete, it’s—surprise, surprise—grossly offensive.

Enter Butch and all her “big-boned” progressive friends.

These are the ladies to hold accountable for Western civilization’s steep and tragic plunge: those shoving the tenets of feminism so far up the mainstream asshole you’d think rape were the dominant mode of procreation.

Because that’s what’s happening now. Twisted and greedy, deluded and ruthless, low on verity but high as hell off self-esteem, 21st-century girl power looks exactly like Tony Montana after climbing coke mountain. These cunts got “THE WORLD IS YOURS” tattooed across their brains; they’re levitating above sky, getting away with the murder of every John Smith Testicle, and “bitch, YOU go make ME a sandwich.” They’re not just fighting to up the vaginal collective at the expense of the phallus-wielding enemy; they’re going flights of stairs farther by telling a single horrible lie that’s every day being propagated and sold as truth.

They’re telling us that gender is nothing but a social construct, that it’s made up and if Sally Sue and Tommy Tin were born in a vacuum, there’d be no difference between them except one would have bigger tits. (And if they’re especially hardcore, vegan-esque in their feminism, they’ll have the audacity to tell you it’s okay that Tommy’s the one with the larger bra.)

Of course it’s complete, utter nonsense. The biggest load of shit since the E. coli stools I was sitting on in the summer of ’98. Because I know better now,  but the first time they pitched the gender-as-a-social-construct argument to me, blind as I was at the time, I did what most vulnerable teens would’ve done in the same situation: opened wide and gagged repeatedly on the entire shaft of their doctrine like a little bitch.

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The year was 2008. I was taking a winter course at the University of Washington called Global Youth Studies with my girlfriend of two-plus years. It’s worth noting that back then I didn’t wear pants—my girlfriend wore enough of them for the both of us and my following her into this Global Youth course just exemplified this fact further. Our professor was a British bloke by the name of Craig Jeffrey and like most British men who can open their mouths and say things, he had me at “Hello.” It wasn’t till much later that I realized it was his accent that perpetually rendered him impervious to any polemic regarding his many theories and teachings—the most groundbreaking of which was his take on the issue of gender in society.

To bring more repute to his argument he enlisted the help of heavyweight social theorist Judith Butler, whose works include titles such as Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity; Bodies That Matter: On the Discursive Limits of “Sex”; and Undoing Gender. According to Butler, gender is “a stylized repetition of acts…which are internally discontinuous…[so that] the appearance of substance is precisely that, a constructed identity, a performative accomplishment which the mundane social audience, including the actors themselves, come to believe and to perform in the mode of belief” (Gender Trouble). In plainer words, gender is “real only to the extent that it is performed” (Gender Trouble).

I was floored when Prof. Jeffrey introduced all this in class. It really was an authentic revelation for me. I couldn’t believe my whole life up until that point had been a sham, a pretense, a “performative accomplishment” if you will, in which I was a sleepwalking actor taking stage direction from a screenplay called Brotein and Brodryers: A Manual on Getting Money and Fucking Bitches. My trying to be manly all the time wasn’t a product of nature or biology; it was social constructionism!

Everything seemed to be coming together for me, and at the perfect time too: as an awkward, lanky teen finally grows into his body after years of precarious evolution, so was I beginning to fulfill on the mold I’d been reared to fit into, becoming the paragon Seattle liberal to whom fairness and equality meant everything. And so this new realization—that men and women would be the same barring the power of social conditioning—only further excited my fundamental belief of Everybody Needs to Be Equal, Period.

I was free. Out of the matrix. Masculinity was a performance, and therefore a certain kind of work for which I no longer needed to punch my time card in and out. I could be any way I wanted to be. And so I stopped lifting weights. I scoffed at the idea that I’d once been the owner of the brotein bottle with the metal ball on the inside. I dropped out of my fraternity because I’d been unhappy for some time, and these assholes just didn’t understand righteous ideals like love and equality. They used hateful words like “faggot” and “queerbag” all the time; I grew uncomfortable and started referring to the word “faggot” as the “the ‘f’ word.” I identified with women! They too could be any way they wanted to be. I encouraged them to be more like guys, and guys to be more like them. And perhaps most extreme of all: I became convinced that sexual orientation was another product of social constructionism; that if we untangled ourselves from the shackles, everyone would be humping everyone else, men, women, and—don’t call them the “t” word—“female impersonators” alike.

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My transformation was complete. From mere “boy” I became a superhero poised to fight every slight ever committed against minority groups, with that air of conceited self-importance one is required to have when telling people with a straight face: “My name is Steven Lo and my goal is to save the planet.” No cape, no flight, no x-ray vision, no matter; informing you that you were being inappropriate, without a trace of shame or embarrassment—that was my super power.

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Well, that’s it for today, folks. Stay tuned for Part Two, in which I’ll detail how I reversed the conditioning and really broke free.

In the meantime, holla at me in the comments section. Even if it’s just to tell me what an insensitive cuntlicker I am.

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5 thoughts on ““‘Inappropriate’ Is a Vaginal Word” Part One: Humble Beginnings of a Vaggie, Self-Hating “Man”

  1. I have no idea about that one. But from her excerpt in your link I can imagine her writing those words in a bathtub full of electrical appliances, waiting till she words the whole thing perfectly before hitting the “on” switch.

    Thanks for commenting.

  2. What you’re doing is oversimplifying a very complex set of circumstances.

    From the industrial revolution to the demise of the family unit, women have had to adapt and evolve with the changing times. Feminism was just a small part of a much larger movement that meant women had to take on more traditionally ‘masculine’ roles and personality traits- Your claim is almost that women just did this out of stubbornness- because they wanted cunts to make their own goddamn sandwiches- when in fact they were doing it because it was necessary for the progression of the human race. This shift occurred due to necessity and it benefited the economy profusely.

    In regards to feminists being ‘ruthless and greedy’, we live in a world where we are told we’ll amount to nothing if we don’t have a successful career. In a post-feminist society, this pressure is just as real for women as it is for men. We’re just as susceptible (if not more so) to advertising and there’s just as many of us in the workplace so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that over time we’re developing more ‘masculine’ (read: capitalist) thought processes in regards to money and achievement. You can’t expect women of the 21st century to behave like 1950s housewives because the circumstances surrounding them are so exceptionally different from what they were sixty odd years ago. Our society is progressing and with it comes a more accepting attitude towards gender roles. We are offered freedoms scarcely seen by the generations before us- it’s a blessing and you should try to embrace it!

    • Thanks for reading and writing. I appreciate it. That being said, Kat, I completely disagree with you.

      One thing most of us take for granted, as a presupposition requiring no prior examination nor discussion, is the idea that progress equates to goodness. More of this. Better of that. It’s all supposed to translate into superior happiness and quality of life. Using this logic, one should be more life-contented after upgrading from the iPhone 4S to the iPhone 5. But we know better than that.

      Are women really happier now than they were 50 years ago? Are people in general really happier? Is this what Women’s Lib was about—fighting to transfer supplication from husband to jefe? To move from kitchen to cubicle? To emasculate men? To ignore the maternal instinct to procreate and nurture and love? To champion whorishness like it were an esteemed virtue? To make “Real Beauty” campaigns that try to shame men for favoring slender and thin over fat and obese?

      Progress is overrated.

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