For those of you who wonder, bassa sababa is an Israeli slang expression meaning, roughly, “a cool bummer.” They are also the title of a new song by Neta Barzilai, the winner of last year’s Eurovision about whom I have written before (see my post of 17 May 2018). Put on Youtube, in just twenty-four hours it it got over a million views. Now that the 2019 Eurovision, at which Ms. Barzilai made a guest appearance, the number has topped 17 million. The English version of the song’s lyrics, if that is the correct term, runs as follows:

Verse 1:

Stop, call your mama

Run, tell her I’ma Rhino

My killer girls are coming

If you won’t hide your gun

I’m gonna eat you

 

Pre-Ref:

(I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m) Gonna beat you like a drum

(I’m-I’m-I’m) Gonna chew you like some gum

(I’m-I’m-I’m) Go and tell her who I am

Baby, call your mom

(Bam, bam, bam, ba, ba)

 

Verse 2:

Stop, hold the trigger

Watch, my horn is bigger

I win, I love my thicker figure

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I’m gonna eat you

 

Pre-Ref:

(I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m) Gonna beat you like a drum

(I’m-I’m-I’m) Gonna chew you like some gum

(I’m-I’m-I’m) Go and tell her who I am

Baby, call your mom

(Bam, bam, bam, ba, ba)

In last year’s clip, Ms. Barzilai, pretending to be a chicken, told young men that she was not their toy and that they should leave her alone. This year she has outdone herself by identifying with a giant pink rhinoceros—the owner of the horn in question—chasing a disheveled, somewhat weak-looking man. As he runs for his life, at one point she even makes the gesture of cutting his throat! The clip ends with the man in question drowning in a pool of pink goo.

Whether the “bigger” horn Ms. Barzilai would like to have is a phallic symbol—or, to put it in plain words, yet another example of the penis envy that makes so much of the world go round—is a question I shall leave for my readers to answer. Ditto as to whether this song, like its predecessor, is, in reality, a cry for help coming from a young woman who, in an age less politically correct than our own, would have been called plain at best. Let me add, in parentheses, that personally I am glad such terms are used a little less often than they used to be. No one should be blamed for what he or she cannot help; having been born with Cain’s mark on my face, i.e a cleft palate, I know what I am talking about here.

Back to the clip. It made me wonder, since its contents can only be summed up as Feminazi. Ms. Barzilai’s throat-cutting gesture is definitely threatening. All over the Western world, any number of men have been demonized, fired, put on trial, convicted, fined, and even sent to jail for less. So how come women like Barzilai and her countless sisters are not only getting away with it but making fame and money out of it?

One answer would be that, in this way as in so many others, women are the privileged sex. In fact there exists an entire literature, much of it written by women, showing that women who commit the same offenses as men are routinely given much lighter sentences. If, indeed, they are brought to justice at all. Still I believe that the real reason is a different one. The Western—and by no means only the Western—cultural tradition is replete with female warriors. Starting with the “men hating” Amazons who, incidentally, ended up defeated by Theseus. Passing through Pamela Anderson in Barbed Wire, and reaching all the way to another countrywoman of mine, Gal Gadot, in Wonderwoman. Had they been real, then so large would the number of their male victims have been as to almost suggest genocide.

The point, however, is precisely that these and the vast majority of other female warriors are not real. Their peculiar combination of cleavage, weapons and sadism only exist in mythology and, today, all kinds of fantasies dreamt up for the benefit of teenagers who watch movies about them or play computer games with them. Practically without exception, they are absolute poppycock. And everyone knows it.