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Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. SCUM Manifesto was considered one of the most outrageous, violent and certifiably crazy tracts when it se appeared in Valerie Solanas, the woman who shot Andy Warhol, self-published this work just before her rampage against the king of Pop Art made her a household name and resulted in her confinement to a mental institution.

But the Manifesto, for all its vitriol, SCUM Manifesto was considered one of the most outrageous, violent and certifiably crazy maniifiesto when it first appeared in But the Manifesto, for all its vitriol, is impossible to dismiss as just the rantings of a lesbian lunatic. In fact, the work has indisputable prescience, not only as a radical feminist analysis light-years ahead of its timepredicting artificial insemination, ATMs, a feminist uprising against under-representation in the artsbut also as a stunning testament to the rage of an abused and destitute woman.

The Aims of Valerie Solanas. Hardcover96 pages. Published May 17th by Verso first published To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. Lists with This Book. I am both a walking dildo and a dee abortion. I, like every man, know deep down that I’m a worthless piece of shit.

Look, here’s the thing. People either compare this to something like A Modest Proposal or they dismiss it as the work of a raving lunatic.

Very few feminists would agree with Solanas. Especially since Solanas has lots of really offensive shit to say about women, especially women who like fucking dudes “raving sex maniacs” is a very mild example.

The manifesto is I am both a walking dildo and a walking abortion. The manifesto is intellectually inconsistent, stupid, frustrating and thoroughly enlightening all at once. She makes exactly zero points that aren’t obvious and few that kanifiesto have been obvious at the time. But the worth of the thing is in its presentation. Regardless of whether or maniriesto Solanas believed everything she wrote, the manifesto is an interesting reversal of exactly the kind of shit men have been saying about women for fucking ever.

Check out Youtube comments, subreddits, comments on porn sites. Note how often and how easily women are openly talked about as being good only for fucking. Note that this is about as mild as the comments get. Read this manifesto it’s short then consider how just about everything Solanas says has exact parallels in misogynistic discourse. If you’re a dude and have been around other dudes, you’ve probably come across this language. I’ve made it, like, a mission not to hang out with frat boys and shit.

But I’ve still come across this kind of thing. I’ve been around dudes and they’ve been talking to a buddy who’s been through a breakup and shit like “it’s just a cunt. You’ll find another one” has indeed been said. I know because that lovely couplet note the “it” was said directly to me. The speaker was a liberal arts grad who has Judith Butler books on his shelf.


Plus it’s not like murderous male rage isn’t everywhere either. From the barely concealed snuff films featuring sexy chicks being hacked to pieces that populate multiplexes and Netflix and stuff to thoroughly mainstream porn that constantly reinforces misogynistic ideology by in essence ‘killing’ off any part of a woman that separates her from an ego-boosting, pleasure-giving machine.

Now reconsider my opening paragraph, composed of stuff Solanas says about men in this manifesto. Consider, if you’re a dude, how women have to hear the equivalent all the fucking time. Of course we manifiesro strive for an equal society and respect each other and work to live together free of gender-based hatred and yeah yeah yeah.

But, for the short maniifesto you spend reading this book fuck that shit and forget about it and read the book as the valuable Swift-like satire it indeed amounts to. Whether vvalerie not Sscum intended it as such. Because goddamnit, despite my knowing better, I kinda think the world needs this book. It is fine rhetoric. Completely implausible and idiotic if you take it seriously, just as misogyny is.

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But unlike ‘satire’ of misogyny that plays into reinforcing misogyny, it’s got something going for it. I, walking dildo and worthless piece mamifiesto shit, temporarily salute you, Solanas. View all 16 comments. Oct 01, Lindy rated it it was amazing Shelves: I deeply resent that the top reviews for this book are written by men.

May the ghost of Valerie Solanas haunt all of you. The SCUM Manifesto is important to me because it represents every “irrational” thought I’ve had when I’ve been angry and, due to both rage and social constraints placed around the proper expression of women’s emotion, unable to express them.

This is why I don’t understand the manifesto as hyperbole or satire, nor do I feel entirely comfortable saying that the text represents the author’s “true beliefs.

The manifesto contains everything that isn’t supposed to be said in society, polite or otherwise, therefore it can’t possibly be true, even if it is. Even so, se “rawness” and “uncensored-ness” of The SCUM Manifesto has been carefully constructed; Solanas wrote and rewrote her manifesto over a period of years.

That it seems effortless and natural testifies to its artistry. To dismiss The SCUM Manifesto as “unhinged” only underlines the thesis that women’s rationality will always be made to look like insanity.

View all 5 comments. Nov 10, Renard I have just finished the book and felt vrry unsettled to see the top reviews by men as well who seem to entirely miss the point. I fully agree with I have just finished the book and felt vrry unsettled to see the top reviews by men as well who seem manififsto entirely miss the point.

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I fully agree with your review and with Amanda that it is cathartic. That is VERY telling of our society. The manual was liberating to read. Do I agree with every point? But reading it I felt like my anger regarding the injustice women live everyday was understood and validated. I had no idea how to prepare for college, nor any idea what to do once I got there. I just knew that my friends were going, and I didn’t want to get a job. I started by perming my hair. This seemed, somehow, the most logical step, though apparently nobody told any of my friends this, and if asked where I’d gotten the idea, I likely would have replied “I am going to college!

I then went to T. Maxx and bought a bunch of weird-looking clothes. Lots of vibran I had sscum idea how to prepare for college, nor any idea what to do once I got there. Lots of vibrant plaids. Unintentionally, I ended up with an entirely non-matching wardrobe, which if impractical was sort of impressive, though it owed less to an “alternative” perspective than to the fact that I did not comprehend the concept of matching clothes. When I got to campus, my roommate was athletic and wealthy and attractive, all of which was terrifying, so I valerue left manifiwsto belongings piled on my bunk and made a hasty departure, returning to the dorm only intermittently throughout the semester whenever my smelliness began to seriously encroach on my ecum respiration.


I walked around campus, got lost, and sat on a bench, to look through a campus newspaper I’d found, and contemplate suicide. In the paper was an ad that proclaimed “free records”, being given away at the college radio station.

Despite my not owning a record player, I decided to find the radio station and take as many free records as possible. This would be an economical and alternative thing to do. I filled two cardboard boxes with crazy records, very few of which featured artists I had ever galerie of. I would learn about weird music and dde would help me with college. I also found a copy of Poison’s “Flesh and Blood”, the only record in the bunch I was truly excited about owning, and slipped it in one of the boxes between albums by Doug and the Radioactive Df Hogs and The Undulating Filing Cabinet Eats God.

I then began carrying the two unbelievably heavy and cumbersome cardboard boxes full of records across campus in what I prayed was the general direction of my dorm, stopping only to abandon one of the boxes in the middle of the commuter parking lot unfortunately it was the box with “Flesh and Blood” in it.

One seemingly well-meaning passerby actually offered to help me carry the box, but he had a beard and was scary so I curtly declined his assistance. I finally found my dorm, flopped the box of records onto the floor, and left again, because my roommate was watching football, which was confusing and upsetting to me. After failing to relocate the commuter lot, where my second box of records was no doubt being preyed upon by skinheads, I found myself in the bookstore, where I immediately felt at ease.

I boldly approached the poetry section, because I was in college. I noted the name Henry Rollins on a nearby collection, and recognized it as extremely alternative. I put the book back on the shelf within seconds of flipping through it, terrified and thinking fondly of my childhood bedroom. After an hour or so of looking at various things that made no sense, I picked up the “SCUM Manifesto” by Valerie Solanas and purchased it, because it was cheap and I liked the girl’s hat on the cover.

She somewhat resembled Natty Gann, which I found comforting. I proceeded to a nearby eatery and got myself a Meat Lover’s personal pan pizza, a bag of Munchos, a Jolt, and a Hostess fruit pie a meal I was to revisit daily for the next yearand spent a horrific but not unenlightening hour reading about how I should be killed.

Like the rest of the day’s events, it was scary, but at least it explained itself well, and for that I manigiesto grateful. I got a bag of gummi worms for the road and set off to try to find my dorm, where I could lay stiffly on my bunk and mull over the idea of killing my roommate in the interest of improving society.