One big problem with adherents of reactionary worldviews like that of Return of Kings is that their definition of themselves comes with a definition of others. Men must be masculine according to certain rules and women must be feminine according to certain rules. Norms of their choosing are to be imposed.
There is no room in this for a boy who decides to wear a
dress to school. I remember watching Robert Smith of The Cure describe on Later . . . with Jools Holland the ridicule he
faced when he did just that. I found the anecdote fascinating and respected him
all the more because of his bravery. A world without Robert Smith, without The
Cure, without men who wear mascara, is a poorer one. The same could be said for
many of the world’s great artists, scientists and thinkers--as well as nonfamous folk--who don’t conform to
their time’s or culture’s idea of masculinity or femininity and who in many
cases bestowed their particular beauty on the world precisely because of that
refusal.
To return to Nietzsche, while he spoke of the Übermensch,
Kaufmann says he also spoke of the Normalmensch, the sick creature that results
from conformity. I’m no follower of Nietzsche--his thought isn’t a system to be
followed anyway--but I do believe that individuals are happier in a pluralistic
climate and that pluralistic societies are healthier as a whole. America isn’t at the forefront of creating
more open and inclusive societies, but it is making progress, and that’s what
puts The Fear in male chauvinists. Their egos can’t handle a world that doesn’t
spin around their phallus.
Sometimes, people such as myself who make a point of visibly
griping are criticized for devoting too much attention to numbskulls, thereby
generating interest in their causes and even making the feeble and unknown into
the strong and famous. I have a nagging feeling that such criticism may be just in
this case. The worst of the manosphere is unworthy of attention.
And yet, if someone doesn’t speak against the numbskulls,
they will overrun the marketplace. In thinking about this, I
keep coming back to alternative soul artist Janelle Monáe. From what I know of
her life, her talent, and her values, she seems to be particularly skilled at
self-creation of the sort Nietzsche might approve, going so far as to reinvent
and portray herself as an android. Her song “Cold War,” suggests there is a
fight to be fought, at the very least through moral example: