Guy pretends to root for transmasc people while disguising his hate for strong women

Welp, here comes another commentary. I’m sure at least some of you have heard of the book series Anne of Green Gables. It makes me sick when men go around hating on strong women for the sake of promoting anti-women content under the guise of defending trans men. Mind you, these are cisgendered men pretending to support the transmasc community by acting like misogynists and JUSTIFYING IT.

To differentiate the book and the douchebag commenter, I’m going to italicize the original book quotes while I bolden the commenter’s argument. As for myself, I will be using the font you’re reading now. Anyways, let’s get started:

“Forced-Masc Fantasies in Anne of Green Gables”

Forced? What exactly in the series is it “forced”? Also, “masc-fantasies”? You sound like you’re making up terms to hate on women.

“The entire remit of Anne of Green Gables is “Why aren’t you a boy?” And on the one hand, the answer generally seems to be, “Why, she’s better than any boy – she’s Anne,” which is very sweet, but there’s also a real back-and-forth that mirrors the horror-push-pull-desire-repulsion-coercion-resistance-humiliation-immersion of forced-masc pornography: A boy? Me? Never — boys are so horrid — rude — frightening — ill-mannered — strange — foreign — the smell — but wouldn’t you like me if I was one? — I know I’d be the best there ever were, there’d never have been a boy as good as me — all the other boys would improve just from knowing me — the sea of boys would swallow me up and I’d absorb them and they’d absorb me and I’d be disgusting and horrid too, but then they’d sweeten and gentle from me — we’d trade back rudeness and loveliness in constant, relentless exchange — moving and reading and studying as a body, spreading over the farms, laying out our cloaks for one another to step over, gentle, courteous, mindful, boys —“

“Forced-masc pornography”? Never in my life have I ever heard of Anne wishing she were a boy. And the “fantasies” is just you making up random shit that never happened because you have a grudge against women. The whole purpose of Anne of Green Gables is that because she was born a girl, she has to prove herself as human and capable as the boys because she experiences discrimination. Would you say that Calvin and Hobbes is “forced-fem pornography” just because the main character hates girls and assume that he wishes he was a girl?

““Matthew Cuthbert, who’s that?” she ejaculated. “Where is the boy?”

“There wasn’t any boy,” said Matthew wretchedly. “There was only her.”

“No boy! But there must have been a boy,” insisted Marilla. “We sent word to Mrs. Spencer to bring a boy.”

“Well, she didn’t. She brought her. I asked the station-master. And I had to bring her home. She couldn’t be left there, no matter where the mistake had come in.”

During this dialogue the child had remained silent, her eyes roving from one to the other, all the animation fading out of her face. Suddenly she seemed to grasp the full meaning of what had been said. Dropping her precious carpet-bag she sprang forward a step and clasped her hands.

“You don’t want me!” she cried. “You don’t want me because I’m not a boy! I might have expected it. Nobody ever did want me. I might have known it was all too beautiful to last. I might have known nobody really did want me. Oh, what shall I do? I’m going to burst into tears!”

Burst into tears she did. Sitting down on a chair by the table, flinging her arms out upon it, and burying her face in them, she proceeded to cry stormily. Marilla and Matthew looked at each other deprecatingly across the stove. Neither of them knew what to say or do. Finally Marilla stepped lamely into the breach. “Well, well, there’s no need to cry so about it.”

“Yes, there is need!” The child raised her head quickly, revealing a tear-stained face and trembling lips. “You would cry, too, if you were an orphan and had come to a place you thought was going to be home and found that they didn’t want you because you weren’t a boy. Oh, this is the most tragical thing that ever happened to me!”

“Well, don’t cry any more. We’re not going to turn you out-of-doors to-night. You’ll have to stay here until we investigate this affair. What’s your name?”

The child hesitated for a moment.

“Will you please call me Cordelia?” she said eagerly.

“Call you Cordelia? Is that your name?”

“No-o-o, it’s not exactly my name, but I would love to be called Cordelia. It’s such a perfectly elegant name.””

”I’m sorry I’m not a boy! I wish I had raven-black hair and nine boyfriends who bought me chokers and I’d like to change my name at once! I can only resolve the pain of not being a boy by becoming the most bizarrely elegant and impractical type of woman I can possibly imagine — how is a person supposed to go about being a girl? Are girls named Cordelia? I can’t stop experiencing being unwanted as the same thing as being not-boy and I don’t know what that says about my relationship to desire — if you can’t make me a boy, at least make me a decent girl, whose name sounds nothing like mine —“

Sure, let’s make up more random shit that never happened. Pretty sure the guy who wrote THAT threw a tantrum over the mention of misogyny and decided to mock a woman’s disdain of being discriminated to make her look like some typical “butthurt SJW (social justice warrior)”. Also sounds like he wants nine girlfriends to fuck him whenever he wants to because he’s so fucking desperate to lose his virginity. He really wants to be a woman so badly, doesn’t he?

”“Anne Shirley, since you seem to be so fond of the boys’ company we shall indulge your taste for it this afternoon,” he said sarcastically. “Take those flowers out of your hair and sit with Gilbert Blythe.”

The other boys snickered. Diana, turning pale with pity, plucked the wreath from Anne’s hair and squeezed her hand. Anne stared at the master as if turned to stone.

“Did you hear what I said, Anne?” queried Mr. Phillips sternly.

“Yes, sir,” said Anne slowly “but I didn’t suppose you really meant it.”

“I assure you I did”—still with the sarcastic inflection which all the children, and Anne especially, hated. It flicked on the raw. “Obey me at once.”

For a moment Anne looked as if she meant to disobey. Then, realizing that there was no help for it, she rose haughtily, stepped across the aisle, sat down beside Gilbert Blythe, and buried her face in her arms on the desk. Ruby Gillis, who got a glimpse of it as it went down, told the others going home from school that she’d “acksually never seen anything like it—it was so white, with awful little red spots in it.”

To Anne, this was as the end of all things. It was bad enough to be singled out for punishment from among a dozen equally guilty ones; it was worse still to be sent to sit with a boy, but that that boy should be Gilbert Blythe was heaping insult on injury to a degree utterly unbearable. Anne felt that she could not bear it and it would be of no use to try. Her whole being seethed with shame and anger and humiliation.”

”OH NO — NOT THAT — ANYTHING BUT THAT — DON’T SUBMERGE ME IN A SEA OF HUMILIATING BOYHOOD — DON’T DROWN OUT MY GIRLHOOD WITH GUILT, INSULTS, OBEDIENCE, AND FLOWERLESSNESS — DON’T RUB MY FACE IN IT — DON’T TELL ME THERE’S ONLY ONE BED AT THIS INN AND I HAVE TO SHARE IT WITH MY MORTAL ENEMY, WHOSE BODY HEAT KEEPS ME UP AT NIGHT — DON’T SURROUND ME WITH BOYS UNTIL I VANISH OVERWHELMED WITHIN BOY-FLESH —“

So much for “forced-masc fantasies” when the only person who’s screaming out pornography is the commenter himself. “Drown out my girlhood with guilt, insults, obedience, and flowerlessness”? Is he insisting that all girls are ungrateful spoiled brats who refuse to take orders from men? Is he saying girls only care about flowers? “Flowerlessness”? That’s not even a real word! What in the actual fuck does the inn have to do with this book? Oh, that’s right, you’re one of those guys who throw a fit when a woman says “I don’t need a man” all while making guilt tactics such as “he’s stronger than you and keeps you warm in bed” and “you’ll be all alone with cats”! He’s clearly ignoring the text, the part that exactly reads that Anne’s teacher hates ALL CHILDREN. And for some reason, you just want to hate on a little girl for daring to show any humiliation and dislike towards a boy, particularly a boy who constantly BULLIES HER? You’ll see what I mean later on.

”There was no silly sentiment in Anne’s ideas concerning Gilbert. Boys were to her, when she thought about them at all, merely possible good comrades. If she and Gilbert had been friends she would not have cared how many other friends he had nor with whom he walked. She had a genius for friendship; girl friends she had in plenty; but she had a vague consciousness that masculine friendship might also be a good thing to round out one’s conceptions of companionship and furnish broader standpoints of judgment and comparison. Not that Anne could have put her feelings on the matter into just such clear definition. But she thought that if Gilbert had ever walked home with her from the train, over the crisp fields and along the ferny byways, they might have had many and merry and interesting conversations about the new world that was opening around them and their hopes and ambitions therein. Gilbert was a clever young fellow, with his own thoughts about things and a determination to get the best out of life and put the best into it.”

”All I want’s a chum. All I’m looking for’s a chum. If that boy treated me like a boy, we’d be better boys than any boy who ever was. But I’m not thinking too hard about it! I’m staying purposefully vague, and sticking with what I know; a perfect genius for girls and not trying to take a class I don’t already know I’ll get an A in.”

Seriously? A “chum”? Is that all you ever think about? So you think all women must be gold diggers who secretly hate men because we want to be one? For fuck’s sake, there is ZERO PROOF in the entire book series where Anne wished she were a boy! The more I read this shit, the more I start to believe that this guy is one of those asshats that think feminists want to be men! Why can’t girls just not like school? School has plenty of disadvantages for women, especially during the time period the series takes place!

”“I have not hope of the Avery,” said Anne. “Everybody says Emily Clay will win it. And I’m not going to march up to that bulletin board and look at it before everybody. I haven’t the moral courage. I’m going straight to the girls’ dressing room. You must read the announcements and then come and tell me, Jane. And I implore you in the name of our old friendship to do it as quickly as possible. If I have failed just say so, without trying to break it gently; and whatever you do don’t sympathize with me. Promise me this, Jane.”

Jane promised solemnly; but, as it happened, there was no necessity for such a promise. When they went up the entrance steps of Queen’s they found the hall full of boys who were carrying Gilbert Blythe around on their shoulders and yelling at the tops of their voices, “Hurrah for Blythe, Medalist!”

For a moment Anne felt one sickening pang of defeat and disappointment. So she had failed and Gilbert had won!”

”THERE’S NOTHING SEXUAL ABOUT THE HOT STING OF HUMILIATION AND DEFEAT AS YOUR ONE TRUE FRIEND (WHOM YOU HATE) DEFEATS YOU AND IS LIFTED ABOVE YOUR HANDS IN TRIUMPH, GENTLY CRADLED BY THE HANDS OF EVERY BOY WHO LOVES HIM (IT’S ALL OF THEM)”

Reality check: Gilbert is NOT Anne’s friend! He hates her back and constantly picks on her because she’s a girl! If I was her, I’d have plenty of good reasons to hate on a bully. Also, Anne doesn’t have any sexual fantasies towards Gilbert, or ANY BOY for that matter! She’s upset because she’s constantly discriminated against and had to deal with trauma all her life while Gilbert has kinds of friends on his side! And believe me, I’ve been in her shoes! So how the fuck is Gilbert the victim here?!

Now before I go, I want to analyze the comments for this shit-fest this guy calls a review. Thankfully, there’s only two so I won’t have to waste much more time having to put up with misogynistic bullshit.

”i cannot express to you how important this series of media criticism has been to myself and my trans nb/masc friend group. i not only read the corinthian, but wrote trans pen fic about it. now i care about anne of green gables! thank you x 100 for your service!!”

Apparently having a female protagonist that challenges male dominance is “hating on” trans-masc individuals? Does anyone say the same thing about the shit loads of male protagonists in pretty much every other novel? I highly doubt it.

”I often find claims about "transmasculine invisibility" to be at best thinly-veiled misguided grievances against trans women, and that the best corrective to such invisibility (if and when it does exist!) is to just do research, rather than get mad Pornhub has a whole forced-femme section or whatever”

Which is funny, because all you did in your review was bitch about women and trans masculine invisibility. You pretend to support trans-masc people all while being a dipshit to women for, I don’t know, EXISTING. Says a lot more about you than it does anyone else.

Wait a minute, was he actually being sarcastic?

Shit.