You may recall some months ago when the Feminist Left threw a collective hissy-fit-tantrum-storm-PMS-overcharge because a scientist who had just landed a space probe on a comet shamelessly wore a shirt with a pattern of attractive women on it. Suddenly, a bunch of women who lack the technical competence to parallel park were attacking a guy who just landed a freakin’ space probe on a freakin’ comet over a fashion choice they disagreed with.
To the feminist and the Progressive Left Media Complex, his shirt was an outrageous attack on women and would somehow discourage young girls from ever pursuing a career in the sciences; because someday a penis-bearer might wear such a shirt to the lab at which point the strong capable feminist scientist would be triggered and reduced to a sobbing wreck.
Anyway, fast forward to now, and a guy who wondered “What would happen if I wore such a shirt in an environment populated by normal people?”
I wore the shirt to the family-friendly Food & Wine Festival at Busch Gardens, a Tampa-area theme park. I was hoping to get a rise out of people, to see offended scowls, muttering tones of disapproval, or even outright confrontation. I saw none of this. There wasn’t a single scowl, muttered remark, or disapproving glance. The shirt did, however, receive a number of compliments, an enthusiastic vote of approval from a few tattooed bikers, and joy from one of the park workers who actually recognized Elly Prizeman’s work for what it was and was thrilled to see the shirt that launched the shirtstorm in person.
The lesson from this little social experiment is that radical feminism, while it controls media, college campuses, and has a strong voice in government, has little impact on the sensibilities of the common man.
The other lesson is that radical feminists are nucking futs.