Let’s do a thought experiment and imagine a world of nothing but feminists. Since feminism was mostly founded by man-hating lesbians, let’s make that world one of man-hating dykes, ugly masculine ones with crew cuts and tattoos. The science fiction writer Norman Spinrad, back in 1979, wrote a satire, "A World Between," about what he called “the Pink and Blue War,” a war between the Femocrats and the Transcendental Scientists.
In Spinrad’s world, the Femocrats were not surprisingly lesbians who kept a few men around, apparently in cages, for breeding purposes. They wanted to take over every world and impose their lifestyle. For that matter, so do the male Transcendental Scientists.
One of the reasons I like science fiction is that is does all the heavy mental and imaginative lifting for me. There have been other science-fictional worlds without men. Keith Laumer wrote a funny one called “The War with the Yukks” (the Yukks being men) and John Wyndham wrote a serious one called “Consider Her Ways.”
To do our thought experiment, we’ll have to ignore the fact a world of man-hating lesbians could not exist. In fact, a world of women could not exist, just as a world of men could not exist. As the humorist P.J. O’Rouke pointed out, without men, civilization would last until the next oil change.
Men, specifically white men, have been responsible for discovering/creating about 95% of everything in the world.
A world of lesbians, with no men, would be running on the fumes of the scientific achievements of men. If they ever learned to reproduce without men, it would be men who achieved that, not them.
In all of recorded history, if there has been one lesbian who has achieved anything except complaining how men are oppressing women, I don’t know what it is. Even though the late Betty Friedan and the still-alive Gloria Steinem was/is not lesbian, what have they do except run their mouths?
I’m sure there are a handful of man-hating atheistic nihilistic socialist/radical feminist New York lesbians who do fantasize about a world with no men. Valerie Solanis, who shot Andy Warhol, wrote tracts about how fetuses are originally female and went so far as to found SCUM (Society for Cutting Up Men). But that was a long time ago and Valerie died in an insane asylum.
Robert Sheckley, back in 1960, wrote a short story, “The Girls and Nugent Miller,” in which after a nuclear war there is apparently only one man left, a pacifist college professor. He encounters a group of naïve young girls, under the domination of a man-hating lesbian, who claims men are primitive violent brutes responsible for every problem in the world, so she’ll learn to reproduce without men and drives Miller away with a spear and stones.
Miller realizes he no longer can be a pacifist, and so picks up a club and heads back into camp to brain the dyke who tried to murder him. After that, the last line of the story tells us, the young women are in for a surprise.
Perhaps such a feminist/dyke world would shudder at the idea of pregnancy, so babies might be grown in artificial wombs, as was done in Brave New World or the TV program, Space: Above and Beyond.
Contrary to the myth, many lesbian relationships are quite violent. So we’d have a violent world of tattooed crew-cut dykes growing female babies in artificial wombs. If you think the world is violent because of men (this is ignoring what women do) try a brutal world of nothing but man-hating dykes. Without men to scapegoat, they’d turn on each other.
Yech! What an awful world. I’m not even sure man-hating lesbians would like such a world, especially since without men technological society would collapse. What would they live in? Stick-and-mud huts? Caves, like in the movie, One Million Years B.C.?
Since there would be no men, who would these man-hating lesbians blame their problems on? Each other, of course. They would also say, “We need another thousand years to overcome the oppressive legacy of the evil patriarchy that oppressed us for thousands of years.” The first defense most people engage in is to blame their problems on other people.
The world of which I write is an extreme one, a reductio ad absurdum, actually. There could be imaginary ones not as bad as the one I outlined. I could imagine one is which there are nothing but lipstick lesbians. The variations are endless.
But what all have in common is this: none of them could ever exist, because without men, there is no advancement, and in fact, no civilization.