Laura Bates is the author of a toxic and divisive book “Men Who Hate Women’. The book tells us much about Laura, her love of confirmation bias, and her disregard for nuance and normal standards of fact-checking. The book tells us nothing useful about relations between men and women. Nonetheless, it has received favourable reviews in The Guardian and The Independent, for example.
Many of the cases the Laura Bates dredged up were at best questionable. For example, there is no evidence that Jordan Peterson or James Damore hate women, they just said things that Laura disagreed with and that conflicted with orthodox feminist liturgy. Similarly, the quote from an incel that Laura cited came from a website that was taken down ten years before her period of supposed research.
One reviewer of Laura’s book on Amazon pointed out that although you can find vile misogyny in dark corners of the internet, when it comes to misandry you have to look no further than the shelves of Barnes and Noble. That is certainly true, but the reviewer might have added mainstream newspapers. Here is a small but not exhaustive collection of the everyday misandry you can find in our newspapers.
Perhaps the one that amuses me most is Suzanne Moore’s piece in New Statesman which is a left-leaning British periodical famed for its disgraceful attempt to smear Roger Scruton by editing his interview to give a misleading impression of his views. When the tape of the interview emerged New Statesman was forced to apologise. Just the place then for Suzanne Moore to write about men ‘you can’t hate them all can you? Actually I can‘. I don’t really mind this kind of immature journalism that much – I would even defend her right to write this piffle. However, I am surprised that even the New Statesman would want to publish it. What I find truly pathetic is that when Suzanne Moore started getting disagreeable tweets from other journalists at The Guardian about her views on trans-issues, she started whining and calling on our sympathies. Isn’t that always the way with people who like to ‘dish it out’ – feminist fragility perhaps?
Postscript: see also Laura Bates: the missing chapter(2)