We’ve talked about a lot of crazy SJWs here over the last couple years, but this woman might just take the entire patriarchy encrusted cake. You may have never heard of Jody Allard. In fact, before I got sent a tip about her lunacy, I had never known about the psycho myself. I almost wish I was still in the dark, but at least I have some insanity to bring to your attention.
It’s one thing to spout feminist garbage for a paycheck. I don’t even hold that aspect of the game against these people. Well, it makes me sick to think about them turning the sexes against each other, don’t get me wrong. At least I can understand what they’re doing, though. They want money and they want to be on TV.
But when you trash your own sons in order to try to get a leg up on your competition, you’ve taken a very dark turn indeed. In fact, I would have to call that pretty much irredeemable. That’s precisely what Ms. Allard has done. Not just once, mind you. Repeatedly.
“There’s no such thing as rape culture,” my other son said. “You say everything is about rape culture or sexism.”
I never imagined I would raise boys who would become men like these. Men who deny rape culture, or who turn a blind eye to sexism. Men who tell me I’m being too sensitive or that I don’t understand what teenage boys are like. “You don’t speak out about this stuff, mom,” they tell me with a sigh. “It’s just not what teenagers do.”…
My son didn’t call out his friend. He didn’t remind him that lack of enthusiastic consent means there is no consent. He didn’t say a word to him about consent at all, other than to ask the initial question, and that inaction hung heavy in the room between us. My sons, who are good boys and who know all about consent, do not speak out about consent. Not when it’s uncomfortable. Not when it might jeopardize their social standing. My sons who hate hearing about their own privilege nestle inside it like a blanket and accuse me of making up its existence.
My sons are part of the problem…
…[My sons] aren’t allies in the fight against rape culture because they refuse to acknowledge their own culpability when they call a girl a slut or a whore, laugh at a sexist joke or remain silent when their friends talk about their own questionable sexual behavior.
And in this broken system, anyone who isn’t with us is against us. Particularly, and especially, men. Even my own sons – even yours. It’s not enough to teach our sons about consent; we have to encourage them to have the courage to speak out against rape culture, too.
“Anyone who isn’t with us, is against us”…including my own fucking sons. Jesus, this woman is completely off the reservation. Who in the world trashes their own sons in the Washington Post? It’s complete madness, not to mention tacky, tasteless, and disgusting. Like I said before, this is not at all uncommon for the wench.
“Triggered,” my son says with a grin. He and his older brother are laughing as if he’s said something hilarious. To them, the idea of being “triggered” is something to laugh at. They roll their eyes when teachers and school administrators suggest being sensitive when other students are triggered, and “triggered” has become the punchline to their jokes. For me, being triggered is an everyday consequence of trauma…
Neither of my sons has ever experienced trauma firsthand. They’ve had difficult experiences, but they are fortunate enough to have made it to 16 and 18 without being the victims of rape, sexual assault or any of the other types of abuse that some of their classmates are dealing with. While I wish that made them more compassionate and kind, sometimes it seems like the opposite is true.
My sons attend two different high schools. My older son is a senior at an alternative school that goes out of its way to make its students feel safe in class. This means that trigger warnings are routinely used to warn students of difficult topics, and when students speak up in class to say they are triggered, the topic is often changed to respect their feelings. My son has only one response to that policy: “ridiculous.”
It seems like, despite the best efforts of the insane Jody Allard, her sons are pretty fucking awesome. Trigger warnings are, in fact, ridiculous. There is no place for them and they actually hurt everyone involved. You can’t escape pain and trauma simply by not talking about them. That fantasy will only lead to further issues down the road when you get slapped in the face by reality. Most people with half a brain understand this, but unfortunately there are progressives who want to push this claptrap onto children. Ms. Allard is one of those idiots, but thankfully her sons are so far rejecting her hogwash. This rejection seems to be causing Allard to act even more erratically, however.
There’s a lot more insanity from Jody Allard, by the way. I’m going to dig into her some more over the course of this week. In my opinion, she just might be the looniest rad fem you’ve never heard of.