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Your opinion, ladies?
This woman is too lame.
I better order more GI Joes for my boys after I get them to set the traps for the raccoons.
Yep. It's all working our just as planned.
Thank you Antonio Gramsci.
We are familiar with the radical feminists' attempts to teach girls to act like the guys.
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Unfortunately, this attempt has been all too successful among many teen girls.
It's about time that we start saying enough of the stupidity of the feminist movement. They have been proven wrong on every issue they espouse. Let the boys be boys and the girls be girls. I don't have children of my own but have worked with kids for years and years and if left alone, boys will be boys and play rough and tumble and hard and physical, even when they took their play guns away they used their fingers or sticks to shoot. The girls usually chose the typical girl stuff, playing with their dolls, tea parties, pretend cooking and dress up. They usually choose the frilly fru fru things. That is how they learn to be adults. Playing is a child's work.
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The rise of the femi-nazis and the girly male has been the result.
I just spent the weekend with good friends with a 13-yr. old son. They are both committed liberals, residents of a very liberal college town. But despite their best efforts, their son is a typical adolescent boy, into making rude sounds, rough horseplay with his friends, fascination with girls and fast cars, etc. Then again, he is still politically liberal, and saw, with great approval Fahrenheit 911.
What a timely post. I just got off the phone with a friend of mine, and we were reminiscing about what it was like to be kids. I'll never forget the days running around the park near my house causing all kinds of mischief, especially that one time my friend fell in a pile of dog crap and had to explain to his mother why he smelled like a toilet.
The older I get, the more obvious it is that sexes are different. This doesn't mean that a guy can't run a sewing machine or bake a cupcake nor does it mean that a gal can't gut a deer or rebuild a TransAm. But neither sex should bullied by social fascists into roles that feel unnatural to them.
I fish, hunt, and shoot but I get my husband to do any bug killin' around our house. My husband could probably rewire the space shuttle given enough time but he still wants me to sew his buttons on. There's more going on here than skill levels.
If I may offer a guideline for raising boys: train him to recognize his duty to God and country, to help other people at all times, and to be physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight; to be trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent; to be prepared "for just about anything"; and to do a good turn for someone else daily.
Let women raise girls. I'll take care of my boy.
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Here is a case in point. I was in the Aldi's the other day. This is about the only place where I learn just what is going down in today's world, as I no longer frequent places which serve adult beverages. There were a couple of fairly long lines when all of a sudden everyone hears a ruckus towards the front of the line that I was not in. A unkempt overweight white woman was cussing up a storm towards the man who had the cart behind her.
What set her off I do not know but I do know that she was thoroughly enjoying having the stage which the two lines waiting to check out provided. And I do know that man who her verbal attack was aimed at never said a word to her after the distubance got my attention. Her husband or her significant other was quietly unloading the groceries while she was performing. He was thinner and better groomed and did not look like he belonged with her if your eyes did not tell you different. In a loud boasting voice she told the object of her venom that she ate pieces of **** like him for breakfast and **** them out before noon. She also managed to use the f word several times. After the two or three minutes that I heard, the object of her venom pulled his cart out of line and left it in a aisle and walked out of the store.
What precipitated this verbal barrage I do not know nor did anyone else in the store that I knew of. No one said anything but I told the four or five people in my line that she was obviously suffering from testosterone overload. My remark got nervous laughter because the people in line looked at me as if I was as crazy as this woman for speaking my thoughts out loud. In the nanny state we should avoid confrontation and anything which could precipitate it.
I am an aging boomer, and from my background,in most places that I have ever been such an exchange would have been between two men and physical blows would have been exchanged.
But in the nanny state we have been taught it is not nice to hit. Had this exchange been between two students in our decaying public school system, both parties would probably have been required to go to mediation whatever that is, overseen by some female counselor.
From my point of view she was taking advantage of the fact that she was a female, and in our sick society, if you want to play the vulgar fool and verbally abuse someone whom I believed to be a stranger to her, then you get a free pass and their are no penalties imposed by society at large or the individual who was abused. Had he smacked her in her ugly dirty face which she deserved, then she would have had him arrested and sued him if he had anything to sue for.
We need some John-John hugging pics pls.