I was hoping to ignore yesterday’s political protest called “A Day Without a Woman,” which coincided with International Women’s Day. I hoped to ignore it because the women involved are so annoying.

But as when an annoying bloodsucking, disease-spreading mosquito lands on me, I feel an insuperable desire to slap them—I mean metaphorically, of course, with my virtual pen. I would never actually slap a femosquito.

Here is the goal of “A Day Without a Woman” day:

The goal is to highlight the economic power and significance that women have in the US and global economies, while calling attention to the economic injustices women and gender nonconforming people continue to face….We must have the power to control our bodies and be free from gender norms, expectations and stereotypes. We must free ourselves and our society from the constant awarding of power, agency and resources disproportionately to masculinity, to the exclusion of others….We must end the hiring discrimination that women, particularly mothers, women of color, women with disabilities, Indigenous women, lesbian, queer and trans women still face each day in our nation.

Yes, nothing says WOMEN’S POWER and DOWN WITH PATRIARCHY quite like allowing masquerading men into our restrooms, locker rooms, showers, and shelters.

What do femosquitoes mean when they claim that “power, agency, and resources” are awarded “disproportionately to masculinity, to the exclusion of others”? How did they arrive at that conclusion? What does that even mean? What is their evidence for the claim that “agency” is “disproportionately” awarded to “masculinity”? Are “butch” lesbians awarded greater power, agency, and resources than  femme lesbians? Do they mean that the power and agency of men is unjust?

I say, let’s have a “Day Without a Man” day and see how society fares. Let’s see what happens to femosquitoes when all policeMEN; fireMEN; National GuardsMEN; and all “masculine” soldiers, teachers, attorneys, judges, construction workers, plumbers, electricians, accountants, engineers, doctors, mechanics, miners, powerline and cable workers, computer programmers, dry wall installers, paramedics, and pilots stay home, put their feet up, and have a beer—or a bonbon (I don’t want to be gustatorily sexist).

Ahhh, that was cathartic and empowering. I just wish the 30 million girls whose deaths via abortions femosquitoes support could feel empowered, but it’s so darn hard to feel empowered when you’re dead.

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