Modern feminism is a fascinating phenomenon. Something happened on the way to heaven.
The overarching themes of the 4th wave, or current feminism, or whatever it's called now is based on themes that are not unlike the same rigidity and intimidation that conservative religion is, and has become cult like in its following.
Gone are the days where we talked of empowerment and strength. Now, victimhood is the priority, as defined by an ever present patriarchy, comprised of men who spend their days seeking to undermine women.
In our luxuriously free Western world, this is not my experience. It is for others, and I respect that. But for as long as educated, wealthy women continue to complain about how men sit on the bus while female genital mutilation is still an ever happening thing, I cannot identify with this movement.
And given the infantalising of women's agency in much of this movement, because victimhood as an identity not an experience takes away women's choices to make mistakes, to learn, and to choose their own interpretations of what they've lived through, coupled with the ease with which modern feminism demonises all men with a vitriol never seen in the patriarchy, I refuse to identify with it.
Apart from the insistence on being a victim, and the screaming down of anyone who disagrees with this position, their facts are out, which really bugs me. So every now and then I write about it. And I hope to write about it a whole lot more.
Is the gender pay gap real? It's definitely way more complex than it first appears.
A single mother of 4, who ran her own takeaway shop before entering politics independently and winning several seats for her party, and then making a huge comeback after being jailed by government opposition? Surely that's a feminist.
The story was always about Reeva Steenkamp but the star of the show was her killer, and people's opportunity to study a flawed hero, revel in his demise, and gawk at his disabilities. All it did was demonstrate the power of sport to influence our most basic assumptions, ones that society holds very dear.