White Women Avatars

A guide to angry young men who want to escape the EDI trap

Mar 08, 2024

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Revise the scene to place a stronger emphasis on the mask resembling a woman's face, while omitting the carnival attributes. In a serene Venetian setting, a white man holds a realistic mask in front of his face, which strikingly resembles a woman's face, with softer features, delicate makeup, and a gentle expression. The mask's realism contrasts with the man's attire and the landscape backdrop of Venice's iconic canals and architecture. This time, the mask is not a carnival piece but a realistic depiction meant to blur the lines between identity and disguise. The landscape composition highlights this moment of transformation against the timeless beauty of Venice, capturing a sense of intrigue and introspection.

When I first read Helen Andrews’s book Boomers I was afflicted with a gnawing anguish that plagued me for a gloomy fortnight. How could a woman have written this??? I offered to the heavens above. The sharp, crisp pose. Inestimable attention to detail, historical fluency; a vivid, utterly credible portrait of the crimes of the 20^th century. Shouldn’t she be writing in the New Statesman about the Decline of London Nightlife? I saw a thousand Times columns by middle aged women about their post-divorce flash across my vision – the quality of her writing could not be reconciled with my mental model of the fairer sex.

And isn’t it all so unfair! If a man had dared to write a book about the rise in racialised crime in the post-segregation South he would have been torn from shred to shred by the doyennes of Woke – his Wikipedia page would begin with ‘Far-Right Neo Nazi commentator’, not ‘American conservative political commentator’. It is extremely difficult for a women to get cancelled, they can always claim that they are being ‘harassed’, this shield around them…

And then, the epiphany. Of course a man wrote it! Helen Andrews, although she may have a corporeal form, is in truth a pseudonym. Some man, somewhere, has figured out that he will have an easier time getting radical-right writing published if he pretends to be a (likely fictitious, AI generated) woman. Since this revelation I have been less circumspect about reading political and philosophical commentary by women. I click merrily on the latest overwrought Palladium slop, ready to enter intellectual communion with a mind blessed by a developed analytical faculty, hidden deftly by pretence, behind the avatar of a White Woman.

I have long wanted to direct a comedy film about a young White man, who, realising that he has no chance of making it in the world of politics (lacking any protected characteristics) stumbles upon an ethnic minority woman working in McDonalds or what have you – and offers to begin ghostwriting articles under her name, with her receiving 10% of the commissions.

J’accuse

White Women Avatars

A guide to angry young men who want to escape the EDI trap

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