I took ages to get to this review because I wanted to write a bit more about it. To find the actual review, skip ahead to where I have indicated.
About a month ago, my wife and I took our two-year-old boy to a nearby park. Upon arriving, as I exited the car, a young woman - probably just a couple years older than me - approached and worriedly asked if she could use my phone. Kind of thrown off by the question and not knowing if she was genuine or up to something, my instinctual response was to cautiously ask my wife if she had her phone. Sussing out nothing dodgy was going on, my wife agreed to wait with the girl while I proceeded to the park. In the end, my wife spent about forty minutes with her having an emotional conversation and I wondered what on earth was going on. I realised she was in trouble in some way. Eventually, in case my wife was waiting for me to bail her out of an awkward situation, I texted her and asked if I should a bring coffees over for the two of them. After that I returned and we headed home, and my wife told me this poor girl's incredibly sad story ...
She was English, estranged from her parents and had moved to Australia with her boyfriend. She had trouble fitting in here, was struggling to make friends and was desperately lonely. Her boyfriend wasn't really there for her all that much. However, things became significantly more strained when she accidentally fell pregnant (the pill had not worked), and despite her boyfriend's insistence on aborting the child, she made the incredibly brave and admirable decision to have it. This put her into a terrible position as, with the baby not even three weeks old, the guy had become violently abusive against them both. She was severely struggling for lack of emotional support to care for the baby (my wife had to advise her to open the car windows as the infant was wrapped up in several blankets in a stiflingly hot car), and she was losing her mind because of all the stress, lack of sleep, lack of experience, homesickness, and indeed the terror of carrying such a large responsibility while her boyfriend threatened her and the child with violence.
She tried to contact her parents but they didn't want to know about it. And, on top of physically abusing them to the point that she had taken her child to a woman's shelter several times already, the guy was also filming her whenever she broke down at home, collecting what he thought of as evidence of what a psycho she was. He intended to use this against her if she ever tried to run away with the child. Despite the fact he seemed not the least bit interested in fathering his son or supporting his girlfriend, he threatened to get the police involved and accuse her of kidnapping the baby if she ever tries to leave, with the video footage as evidence of her mental instability.
This poor woman had nowhere to go, no one to listen to her and help her - emotionally, financially or physically. She was stuck in another country with a child that wholly depended on her, and which she feared she could not always protect from her violent boyfriend or even adequately look after herself. It was such a horrible situation and my heart broke for her and the child. In that chaos that was her life, they hadn't even named the poor little boy yet. She said she liked the name "Harvey".
On this day in particular the couple had obviously been fighting and the guy had taken off. He had run into the bushes and then pissed off somewhere, leaving his girlfriend and child, ignoring her calls, and she was panicking because both her and the baby were stuck there waiting for him. This is when we happened to pull up in front of her car.
The whole thing freaked my wife out a good deal. After all, we didn't really want to get involved to the point that some lunatic would come after her or our little boy. But we felt compelled to help this girl as she desperately kept trying to text and ring my wife throughout the next few hours (she was obviously so desperate for someone to be there for her, and my wife's initial gesture of kindness had given her something to cling to).
I wanted to do more for her than we ended up doing. Even I could understand some of the hell she was going through in raising a child without knowing what to do at any given moment because I had seen my own wife struggle through that terrifying period, only we had all the help and love and support we could have wished for. I was perhaps being naive is suggesting my wife reach out to her as a friend - a person to talk to and advise in whatever way she could, since she said she didn't have any friends or family in Australia. In the end, my wife sent her the personal number of a woman who ran a Catholic mothers support service she had connections with, and we never heard back from her after she thanked my wife for her kindness.
I hope to God she and the child are okay right now, and I hope she eventually gets away from that piece of shit she's stuck with, or else he grows up and starts to act like a proper partner and father. I prayed for her for a few days afterwards and can only hope she's doing okay.
Actual review kind of starts here.
And so, the reason for this entirely unconnected story is that incidents like this - things that I'd prefer to believe were quite rare these days, especially in civilised places like Sydney, Australia - are actually, tragically, far from uncommon. And while this guy might not have fit all the tropes of "toxic masculinity", he certainly made a good case for why such women who encounter his type get to the point of really hating men in general.
So while concepts like "white male privilege", "toxic masculinity" and "white fragility" had once deeply annoyed me - especially back in the days of my "political awakening" where I found myself quite firmly rooted in a conservative worldview, this gradually started to change for me as a result of objectively looking into this topics. In trying to see beyond the extreme examples of crazy, man-hating feminists, Christian-bashing Muslims and child-grooming homosexuals which the right-wing internet culture is only too skilled at drumming up (no different to the other side, of course), I have often found it to be highly enlightening, reassuring and beneficial to try and learn what the actual facts and messages are behind these monolithic leftist movements that usually die by their own, bad representatives on the street, the media and even in the universities.
I hope I don't sound like I am congratulating myself too much here because I am stating things that any half-intelligent person should agree upon, but simply taking an honest look into the injustices that birth such ideologically tainted movements like BLM and ANTIFA really helps you to realise that, if you take away all the violent extremists, the assholes and the Twitter trolls, even the most laughable cries for "social justice" are usually coming from a place wherein lies some real and profound inequalities. So much populist conservative thought just takes the lazy option and exaggerated these real issues into something they can laugh at and dismiss. Climate change, systemic racism, rape culture, toxic masculinity ... these things can easily be misconstrued as detestable or stupid ideas, and any morons of the Left will still take them up and virulently propagate them. But I personally find it very hard to honestly say I don't believe in climate change, systemic racism and the idea that masculinity as a cultural concept has some major problems.
This book didn't need to fully convince me, as I am not entirely against feminism in its truer forms. But it certainly was effective in deeply challenging me (to the extent that it sometimes hurt or pissed me off to read it, so personally under attack it seems to want men, good or bad, to feel). But while Ford is a flawed warrior in this battle, in that she put too much time and thought into battling idiots on the internet, and she's far from above making stupid, highly divisive comments that only fuel the fire of hatred between men and women, the case she makes is nevertheless a strong, unsettling and quite decisive one.
I was not a fan of her overly casual approach (she swears incessantly, using even the c-word countless times, and he brandishes many colourful insults towards certain men or men in general. It's hardly an academic read, and it lacks the tastefulness and academic clarity of something like Susan Carland's Fighting Hislam, an excellent Muslim feminist book I read earlier this year. But I can see many people preferring Ford's fiery, ranting style of writing more than I did personally. And despite the prickly voice of the writer, she still mounts a very strong argument, and exposes some truly despicable cases and ongoing situations where it really does give you pause, if you're willing to engage and consider the world outside of your own echo chamber.
Like many of the good left-wing books I read, this was rubbed me the wrong way for a while. I thought it was rubbish and wrote Ford off as just an unhinged third-wave feminist. But the further in I got, the more I actually found my defences surrendering to what she said - at least most of the time.
So in short, this is far from an easy book to read. It is difficult in many ways. But I must acknowledge its importance, as one of many indictments against certain "toxic" forms of masculinity and male culture more broadly. I am very glad that I read it.