Feminism is a Cathedral. Non-Feminism is a Bazaar.

Feminism fancies itself to be a cathedral - and verily it is the most priggish, pompous, sanctimonious cathedral the world has ever known. By contrast, the non-feminist revolution does not fancy itself to be anything particular, yet in purely objective terms it is a bazaar or a marketplace. It does not pretend to be a cathedral, and it does not pretend to be holy. Nor does it pretend to be unholy. The non-feminist revolution does not, in good faith, pretend to be anything but not feminist. 

So in the end, the non-feminist revolution simply "is what it is". And frankly, it is a little bit of everything!

The cathedral of feminism will not make due allowance for this. Rather than come to terms with the non-feminist revolution as a bazaar - as a smorgasbord of all human nature, in other words - the feminist cathedral reckons that we too are attempting to be a cathedral, but failing because we are full of filth and corruption. The sad truth is, however, that feminism is packed with as much filth and corruption as any other corner of the human imbroglio - and yet, it fancies itself a high holy place, full of grace and and light and sanctitude.

But out here in the bazaar we are at least honest. We are at least not a passel of canting, moralizing hypocrites who speak with forked tongues out of both sides of our mouth. And you know what else? Some of us just happen to be authentic sages and philosophers, even if the smell and grit of the marketplace DOES cling to our robes in common with our fellow revolutionaries.

Feminists, do yourselves a favor and get your ass out of that filthy, grimy pigsty of a "cathedral" you are hiding in. We are closing in with demolition tools, and you don't want to be inside when the stonework and stained glass comes raining down. Step out here into the disinfecting sunlight, and hawk your wares honestly with all the rest of us saints and sinners.