Social Justice

Read Bret Easton Ellis’ excoriating monologue on social justice warriors and political correctness

‘Oh, little snowflakes, when did you all become grandmothers and society matrons, clutching your pearls in horror at someone who has an opinion about something, a way of expressing themselves that’s not the mirror image of yours?’

  • Frances

    Note to Mr Ellis: maybe your grandmothers, and those of your friends, were society matrons who were given to “clutching your pearls in horror”; mine weren’t. Granny may have worn a three-strand pearl necklace, but she was far too busy keeping things going on the farm as well as being involved in fighting for local causes such as promoting a maternity ward at the hospital in the nearest town to ever bother clutching said pearls. Other Granny ran the family business when her husband was too ill to do so, and kept it going after his death for some years. Mother, mother-in-law, aunts – all tough women, whether they took on “non-traditional” roles or were “merely” wives and mothers (and – invariably – stalwarts in their communities where their unpaid work was of great benefit).

    Your special snowflakes are much more like the poor girls brought up in the Victorian era to be ornamental, unsullied, pure; and who were expected to be shocked should a coarse word enter their ears. And even some of them rebelled. There was a book out quite some years ago entitled (as I remember) “Flannel Shirts and Freedom”, which chronicled the lives of Victorian women who chose to come west to the Canadian prairies as pioneers rather than stay in the restrictions then common in England.

    Actually, I feel somewhat sorry for the snowflakes: they are doomed to sad, miserable, unfulfilled lives. But I am wary of them as they can be dangerous, wreaking destruction on those with a more robust, common-sense way of looking at the world.