In 2014, the European Space Agency landed a spacecraft on a comet. One of the scientists involved in the project was Matt Taylor said. He said, “This is going to be a very long but exciting day. We should all enjoy it.”
But he couldn’t enjoy it.
You see, he was wearing a casual bowling t-shirt of bikini-clad women, the kind of shirts you get to see a lot in Hawaii.
Immediately, ‘sexists’ launched into the “this is such a misogynistic shirt” rhetoric, an outrage that went viral on social media. After a few days, Taylor cried and apologized. He said, “The shirt I wore this week… I made a big mistake and I offended many people, and I’m very sorry about this.”
But (pseudo) feminists would have none of it. They continued bickering about how such “misogyny” discourages women from entering scientific fields.
Can you imagine? The man landed a space ship on a fucking comet! And all we saw was his t-shirt. We made him cry and apologize for something petty, and ruined probably the biggest moment of his life, and a giant step for mankind.
I’m a feminist. I’m all for equal rights between men and women. But events like this make me wonder whether I really understand what’s happening around me at all.