Here is a blatant example of why feminism is a danger to rationality and reason. I have copy-pasta'd this "EDiotorial" from The Spectator, a U.K based rag: Who’s the daddy? Paternity can now be verified by a simple test – but that doesn’t mean it should be It’s a wise child, they say, that knows its own father. Nowadays, however, wisdom is hardly required; DNA tests can do the job with scientific certainty. For the entire course of human history, men have nursed profound, troubling doubts about the fundamental question of whether or not they were fathers to their own children; women, by contrast, usually enjoyed a reasonable level of certainty about the matter. Now, a cotton-wool swab with a bit of saliva, plus a small fee, less than £200, can settle the matter. At a stroke, the one thing that women had going for them has been taken away, the one respect in which they had the last laugh over their husbands and lovers. DNA tests are an anti-feminist appliance of science, a change in the balance of power between the sexes that we’ve hardly come to terms with. And that holds true even though many women have the economic potential to provide for their children themselves.
The subject has resurfaced lately, courtesy of a story in the Daily Mail, about a married television presenter who for years had been paying for the support of a child conceived, as he thought, as a result of his relationship with a writer. It seems that after meeting the child for the first time, he asked for a DNA test; it duly turned out that he was not, after all, the father. Poor child. The next Bridget Jones movie may turn this under-discussed issue into a talking point. For those who didn’t follow the columns that took our heroine into the next stage of female angst — about being childless rather than single — the gist is that BJ becomes pregnant, but she is not entirely sure by whom, having been seeing the nice Colin Firth boyfriend, and the bad Hugh Grant one, in pretty short order. The matter could have been fruitfully ambiguous, with Bridget having a choice of fathers, but it was resolved in sordid contemporary fashion, one of the candidates being wrestled to the ground by Bridget’s girlfriends, so as to swab his inside cheek for a DNA sample. And so she found out the paternity of the baby and the most ancient game of humankind, Guess the Daddy, wasn’t played any more.
Now I can see that some men might rather welcome an end to the old-fashioned scenario whereby they find themselves held to account for the paternity of children born to girls with whom they just happen to have had sex. The actor Jude Law recently found himself in just this position, and unhesitatingly and ungallantly demanded a DNA test. By contrast, the old situation, in which women presented men with a child, and the man either did the decent thing and offered support, or made a run for it, allowed women a certain leeway. The courtesan in Balzac who, on becoming pregnant, unhesitatingly sought, and got, maintenance from two of her men friends, can’t have been the only one. Uncertainty allows mothers to select for their children the father who would be best for them. The point is that paternity was ambiguous and it was effectively up to the mother to name her child’s father, or not. (That eminently sensible Jewish custom, whereby Jewishness is passed through the mother, was based on the fact that we only really knew who our mothers are.) Many men have, of course, ended up raising children who were not genetically their own, but really, does it matter? You can feel quite as much tenderness for a child you mistakenly think to be yours as for one who is. Piers Paul Read’s interesting new novel, The Misogynist, touches on just this issue.
A.C. Grayling, the philosopher, has written with feeling on this question this week, in an article for the Evening Standard. Noting that 4 per cent of men are, all unknowing, raising children who are not genetically theirs, according to a report in the Journal of Epidemiology and Human Health, he ponders the impact a DNA paternity test can have: ‘The result can be shattering, leading to divorce, marital violence, mental health difficulties for all parties including the children.’ Well, yes. Scientific certainty has produced clarity all right, and relieved any number of men of their moral obligations, but at God knows what cost in misery, recrimination and guilt. Our generation sets a good deal of store by certain knowledge. And DNA tests have obvious advantages when it comes to identifying less happy elements of our heredity: congenital disease, for instance. But in making paternity conditional on a test rather than the say-so of the mother, it has removed from women a powerful instrument of choice. I’m not sure that many people are much happier for it. Source: http://www.spectator.co.uk/essays/all/6391918/part_2/whos-the-daddy.thtml
Look, I don't have time to read this bullshit so could you just sum it up with a few words and quit wasting everyone's time?
Ah, I forgot, your a nigger. You coons lack the basic intellect to read. Should I translate this into ebonics, maybe wear a bunch of gold jewelry, wear a backwards ballcap and braid my hair into cornrows, you fucking pavement ape?
"Paternity tests are anti-feminest and hurt women" ~~~~ That is the stupidest shit I've ever read, it's like they're trying to make everything anti-women.
and to elaborate on @NoU response. Feminists don't like this because they can't strong arm a man into child support so easily now.
Thank you for telling me what 4 posts of text could not. Short, simple, to the point. My thoughts on the matter however? Not a single fuck given. I don't care for this feminist stuff.
Gonna get personal about this "but really, does it matter? You can feel quite as much tenderness for a child you mistakenly think to be yours as for one who is." You'll be surprised on how much it does matter.
Bottom line: wimmin have to resort to cheating and lying in order to maintain the " balance of power between the sexes" haha, so "feminist" Of course, no women can pretend you impregnated her
Knew it, i got banned from both places, because they are full of shit niggerloving liberals. If you date a feminist, and have a vasectomy make sure to keep it to yourself for the lulz so she gets stuck with the kaboosh-kabob that she got knocked up with by going out and fucking a horny nigger or wigger.
No way. I love to commit genocide on the face of those bitches Altough I admit you have a point there. That almost would compensate for the inability of covering them with millions of dead little tadpoles
No, no...fake cum doesn't make it...when you are vasectomized, you anyways cum almost the same amount of fluid What makes me hard is the though of the massacre of the innocents over the face of the slut Better yet, I love to do the Dutch Oven while singing Die Fahne hoch
If you want your child to have the proper father, than maybe you shouldn't have sex with Joe the meth addict. Maybe you should fuck the guy you want to get impregnated by instead of cheating on him with his best friend. My father was fucked over by some anti dead beat dad divorce laws. Except he didn't leave the state to ditch out on his kid, he left the state because he was working on a boat in international waters as a fisherman. And because he couldn't be in the state during the divorce, he lost everything. But that's cool, because we all know that woman have it so much harder than men, and that's why they deserve everything to be handed to them on a silver platter. Because they're all perfect little angels. Why should they be supported by one man, when they can just have every person who ever had sex with them to give them whatever their heart desires?
This angered me, sorry to hear that your mom was a cunt. I hate those laws. It's like "Goddamit you will support your kid, but fuck you if you have to leave the country to support said kid.
Yeah, we've all come to terms with what happened, this was almost twenty years ago. I can only assume things have gone even more downhill from there though. And I only lived with my single parent for a few years before the state gave me to my grandparents. My mom divorced my dad, because she "needed a man in her life". She wound up letting Lester the friendly Heroin Addict move in while my dad went back out to sea. The state did not approve and gave me to my grandparents. Then my grandmother adopted me after my grandfather died, under the condition with my father that he would still be allowed to fulfill his responsibilties as a parent. The adoption went through, and my grandmother basically told him that "If you don't do everything I say, you're never seeing your son again". He was never allowed to keep me overnight when he was off work, and he wasn't allowed to take me out of the town of 1000 I grew up in. Really, my dad just has the worst of luck with the women he meets. He wound up paying child support to some woman who claimed her son (who was 14 when her boyfriend left her, and she made the claim) was his. And he just took the kid in, because the kid didn't have a father. He never took a paternity test, beause if he wasn't the father then the kid would never find out who it was. Of course, the kid doesn't look like the rest of the family, but that's all negligible. That's how I found out I had an older brother, probably. My dad sent the kids mom child support, and she just sat in her trailer and imbibed large amounts of alcohol. Seriously; the man's a fucking saint to have put up with all of that.
