Seriously? Now The Feminists Are Pissed Off Over Iconic VJ-Day Photo…

Posted on October 15, 2012


Update 4/4/2013 – Spelling error in title of this article was spotted and brought to the author’s attention by ‘Terry’.

The United States (The Gaslamp Post) -America, everything that you were taught to be proud of in this country has been a lie.  We have been brainwashed from an early age to accept this patriarchal, rape-culture as not only the standard for how man is supposed to exist, but that it is the only true and right way to live.

Essentially, we have constructed our civilization to teach that a man’s abuse of women is his right and a woman has no right to her own autonomy, let alone her own body…

Only kidding!

This is the kind of crap I just had to go and search out further after hearing something on talk radio while driving down to my parent’s place last Friday.

Apparently there is some female blogger that has found fault with something in our society and she went ahead and started the drum circle going.

Have you ever had the feeling that some broads need conflict and chaos in their lives, otherwise they’d die?  I’ve never claimed to understand how the female mind works, and in many cases, I really don’t want to know.

There are those within the ranks of the female species who can leave you staring back at them blankly, as you’re trying to figure out what planet you woke up on, and then there are those who take it to a whole new level.

I’m talking about femenists, oops, I meant feMINists (they don’t like “men” in there).

This time around, a feminist blogger out of the UK was searching for something to complain about, and found it in a 1945 photo taken in New York on V-J Day.  Wow, with all of this gender inequality we have going on in the world </sarcasm>, she certainly had to dig deep to find something to complain about.

I’m talking about the iconic photo of the sailor and nurse kissing in Times Square, on August 14, 1945.

According to blogger “Leopard”, what has been widely accepted as a romantic gesture at the height of a stressful time in our nation’s history, isn’t romantic at all.

For a long time, the identity of the pair remained a mystery. It certainly looks passionate and romantic enough, with many speculating that they were a couple – a sailor and a nurse, celebrating and sharing their joy. This year, however, historians have finally confirmed that the woman is Greta Zimmer Friedman, a dental nurse at the time, and George Mendonsa, a sailor.

A few facts have come to light. Far from being a kiss between a loving couple, we learn that George and Greta were perfect strangers. We learn that George was drunk, and that Greta had no idea of his presence, until she was in his arms, with his lips on hers.

To her (and a few others) what we see in this photo is a graphic and condemning depiction of sexual assault, and she’s ashamed that it’s taken this long for people to see it.  To her, we’ve been selectively blind to it.

The obvious question is, why the hell do we care what a Brit thinks of us?  Honestly, we don’t, but I felt like having some fun with this one.

So… as the story goes, they announce that Japan surrendered, World War II is over, and crowds of elated servicemen and civilians alike, flood the streets.  A chance encounter between two complete strangers erupts into an image which every American associates with not only victory of our nation, but good once again triumphing over evil.

Men were coming back, families could begin to put the pieces back together, America could pick back up where she left off.

After searching out who exactly the two people in the photo were, Life Magazine published the story and the photo became immortalized.

Sailor George Mendonsa and Nurse Greta Zimmer Friedman. Image courtesy Daily Mail

According to Leopard, Miss Zimmer Friedman’s descriptions of the “event” were far from passionate, and she uses her own words to describe the horror of that day.

“It wasn’t my choice to be kissed. The guy just came over and grabbed!”

“I did not see him approaching, and before I knew it, I was in this vice grip. [sic]“

“You don’t forget this guy grabbing you.”

“That man was very strong. I wasn’t kissing him. He was kissing me.”

It seems pretty clear, then, that what George had committed would be considered sexual assault by modern standards. Yet, in an amazing feat of willful blindness, none of the articles comment on this, even as they reproduce Greta’s words for us. Without a single acknowledgement of the problematic nature of the photo that her comments reveal, they continue to talk about the picture in a whimsical, reverent manner, “still mesmerized by his timeless kiss.” George’s actions are romanticized and glorified; it is almost as if Greta had never spoken.

Not wanting to believe that a feminist’s perspective was the only woman’s perspective on the matter, I sought out other opinions.  I encountered another female blogger, and she too made my head spin.  I’m in love…

Blogger Cassy over at Victory Girls blew this one completely out of the water.  Yes, pun intended.

So, to recap: millions of people around the world — men, women, and children — had been killed in a massive war, hundreds of millions more were injured, and what feminists are whining about is… a kiss. Right.

But was it actually sexual assault?

Well, considering the women in the photo herself doesn’t describe it as such, you’d think it would be an easy call to make. But these are feminists we’re dealing with here. Women don’t get to make up their own minds about stuff, and they especially don’t get to feel differently than feminists do. That’s even more applicable when it comes to the EVIL!! patriarchy.

How horrific was the assault on Greta Friedman? Well, afterwards, she went back into her office… and never even mentioned the kiss. That’s right: it made that big of an impact on her. And what has she done in the decades since the terrible, awful, earth-shattering assault? Reunited with him several times. She even reenacted the kiss in 1980, and speaks of it in overwhelmingly positive terms.

Can anyone out there remember back to grammar school, and recall sneaking a kiss or having one snuck on them?  I was fortunate to have both experiences, but am I to believe that at the tender age of 5 or 6, I was committing sexual assault?

Or that I was sexually assaulted by some little girl with pig tails in a dress?

Furthermore, I’ve actually picked up broads in my younger days by doing just that.  Something about the whole confidence thing and being reasonably (from what I’m told) attractive – some guys can get away with it and some guys can’t.  Some guys have it, other guys end up having to register at the post office everywhere they move.  That’s just the breaks.

Well as it turns out, not only was this not such a traumatic episode, but the two have met together several times over the years.

Oh I know, I know…  It’s that whole Stockholm Syndrome thing, where the victim begins to identify with her captor or abuser and sympathizes with him…

George Mendonsa and Greta Zimmer Friedman, 66 years after the “kiss”. They reportedly still keep in touch, but never were a couple. Photo Daily Mail.

Yeah, ok.

Another interesting bit of information about the encounter also has a female perspective.  As it turns out, Mendonsa was on a date with another woman when the “kiss” happened.

Mendonsa was on a first date with the woman he later married, “Rita”, when it happened.  The two had been in a bar when the news of Japan’s surrender had come across the airwaves, and that is when everyone went running out into the streets.

According to Daily Mail, Rita is in the photograph, just over Mendonsa’s left shoulder.

When asked about the situation, Rita says that since they weren’t serious at the time, the kiss didn’t upset her.

Mr. and Mrs. George Mendonsa

She added that, “in all these years, George has never kissed me like that.”

So there you have it folks, one broad doesn’t think it wasn’t sexual assault, another witnessing the whole thing wishes it was her, and an angry feminist is probably going to bed angry and alone.

Admit it ladies, you want a real man.