I rest my case.
Posted on 07/26/2006 9:08:52 AM PDT by FreeManDC
It’s about time that we probe an assumption that has insidiously worked its way into our culture -- the notion that women are the guardians of goodness and grace, while all those male neanderthals are emissaries from the dark side.
I will freely admit that men indulge in a number of vices, those including gluttony, greed, and of course forgetting to put the toilet seat down. Growing up in the halcyon days of the Patriarchy, I was treated to my fair share of ribald humor. But nothing quite prepared me for what I saw a couple weeks ago.
Strolling at the local mall I spotted a young lass, maybe 13 years old. She was sporting a white T-shirt with an unusual picture. The shirt depicted a girl cold-cocking a boy. Above the how-to diagram were etched these words: “How to Drop a Boyfriend.”
For the last decade, we’ve been hearing the mantra, “There’s no excuse for domestic violence.” So how could anyone even think of wearing a shirt like that?
Of course the Lavender Ladies have long scorned traditional notions of feminine virtue. In her book Feminist Morality, Virginia Held haughtily dismisses the ideal of the unselfish, nurturing, and non-aggressive woman as “the whole female stereotype.”
So now we must ask, What happens to common morality when selfishness, aggressiveness, and all-around oafishness are held up as the cultural ideal for newly-liberated women?
I’m not going to dwell on the abortion issue. That’s because no one, not even the most rabid feminist, will claim that baby-killing is a virtuous action. Their excuse is that we must allow abortion so as to not put a crimp on a woman’s lifestyle options.
Let’s agree to put that one in the “selfish” category.
And what about our epidemic of hyper-aggressive females?
Our society is reeling from stories of sexually-assertive school teachers who prey on their male students. We find it incomprehensible that teenage girls would form into gangs and lurk in the alleyways. And research now shows that female-initiated partner violence is more common than the male variety. [www.unh.edu/news/cj_nr/2006/may/em_060519male.cfm ?type=n]
Think of Xena the Warrior Princess with premenstrual syndrome.
Which brings me to another one of my favorite T-shirts: “Girls Lie.”
Our society has become inundated with so many feminist prevarications that it has difficulty separating truth from falsehood.
Here goes: the oppressiveness of marriage, the stifling effects of childrearing, the gender wage gap, the epidemic of domestic violence against women, the exclusion of women from medical research, the shortchanging of schoolgirls, the catch-all insensitivity to women’s needs, and much, much more.
Which makes you wonder, How did the Nervous Nellies ever get through college without a Take Back the Night rally to steady themselves?
This is my personal favorite: “Women have always been the primary victims of war. Women lose their husbands, their fathers, their sons in combat.” That insight comes to us by way of HRC.
Now visit any of the radical feminist websites – they seethe with anti-male diatribes and epithets. I’ve seen outright bigotry in my life, but nothing that quite compares with the rants of Andrea Dworkin, Catherine McKinnon, or Kate Millett.
Then there’s the fairness gene – or lack thereof.
Feminists squawk and fuss about “gender equality,” but once men become an endangered species on college campuses, all of a sudden the message shifts to “female empowerment.” When men die five years sooner than women, why does the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services fund Centers for Excellence for the ladies, but not the lads?
And if the women’s libbers want true equality, why aren’t they burning their bras so they can win the “right” to trek over to the post office on their 18th birthday to register for government service?
And now for the dirty little secret – feminists are the most intolerant people on the earth!
Last week the flap was over the Screen Goddess calendar that was adorned with 16 IT vixens. [www.itgoddess.info] Naturally the Champions of Choice became apoplectic. “Girls are often excluded from the possibility of the profession by its cultural maleness,” one woman shrieked.
And remember Larry Summers? He said there was a slight possibility that discrimination was not the reason for the small numbers of female physicists and rocket scientists. Even though he became a serial apologizer, the red-fems tarred and feathered the poor man and sent him packing from his Harvard U. presidency!
There’s a lesson to be learned here: You can never appease a feminist.
Napoleon Bonaparte once observed, “Female virtue has been held in suspicion from the beginning of the world, and ever will be.” That’s why as feminism gains, virtue wanes.
Damn. It's going to take therapy, isn't it.
When I was 19 my boyfriend was older than you. Many years later we got together again and laughed about if all of our parents had left well enough alone instead of basicially pushing us at each other I would have wound up a cop's wife not a lobbyist and he would have stayed in NYC instead of moving to Florida.
LOL. Every once in a while I have to admit being startled by seeing the movement out of the corner of my eye.
The frogs in th crrek and then there are the wandering toads. But that's pretty much about it for wildlife except for the Deer. I have never seen a squirrel on our property. The barn cats have also eliminated the mice, moles, voles, and nutria.......and that has at least limited, if not eliminated the snakes.
Maybe just a couple o' beers!!!!!!!!
Thank you!
Life schooled me but good! LOL
LOL. I know exactly what you mean. My Hubby can't handle it either, he just won't admit it... But he sure as heck does like getting out of the house, and he sure does feel better when he gets recognition for the outstanding work he does! Funny that eh? LOL
Thank you!
I learned it the hard way... :)
I agree completely. The culture of instant gratification is doing no one much if any good. It's the things we have to work for that we value the most. There is no substitute for that!
Jeez....you're touchy. I think you need to get out of the house more. Good luck to you! I mean it!
Being mostly English I resolve this conflict by pissing off Rats, the Royalists among us, thus appeasing the Parliamentarian, Cromwellian, side of my soul. My Stepfather is Italian and they do eat better than the frogs.
Not only am I part Irish, I'm half Scot and, thank God, only 1/4 English. It's the English that throws you off.
I don't know about the Welsh. I've been to Wales and love it. They are odd ducks, aren't they? (at least moreso than the rest of UK).
People hate it when I become obviously elated during an argument. Like you, I would love to piss off the Rats, but Rats won't talk here in MA, and I don't believe it's only me and my enthusiasm...
Does your stepfather cook?
Rats are easy to bait, say on first meeting, I think that sticking a set of bandage shears into a babies head is murder or I was down on the Common during the latest rally and there were 1/5 of the people you claimed to be there.
Christmas Eve, ten courses, all fish, the wine, My Brother and I buy, they have no taste. On Easter the Pollocks from my exes side take over, Lamb and traditional dishes, I do the Lamb.
Hmm . . . maybe it IS me.
The Brits today are inert complainers with little humor except for (or including) their inside jokes. They bitch and moan yet rarely act, whereas the Scots & Irish, not necessarily in that order, act - might not even warn.
Know what they call a head butt to the chest is in Scotland?
A Scottish handshake.
I bait Dems and they clam up or run away. Maybe it's me.
I'll be visiting you for Christmas Eve and Easter dinners.
Strip every bit of fat off of the lamb that you can get at, especally along the bone. Take a huge Onion or two, some carrots, a lot of garlic and soak for a couple of days, don't drink the wine left overs, Nasty.
Now for the Main course. Throw the lamb in the oven about an hour after you slice up a couple of pounds of Red potatoes, 1x1 chunks. Take a cup of olive oil, some salt and a lot of garlic powder and onion powder to taste. Also at the time you are doing the potatoes, get a couple of Butternut Squashes and a pound of Grannie Smiths , peel slice and layer with a lot of butter and Brown sugar.
Along side of this we do serve a Ham with a gratan of potatoes and a pineapple gravy along with the Lamb, poppy seed cake, in the shape of the Lamb of God.
I rest my case.
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