Back in the 20th century I used this example regarding men and women being equal:
A Dodge pickup with the ten cylinder engine is “equal” to the Dodge viper with the ten cylinder engine. However, each vehicle was designed with a different purpose. If I want to haul some hay for my horses, the pickup is the answer. If I want to scoot across Montana on I-90, the Viper is a much better choice. Neither is better. It depends on the job.
And the same is true of men and women. And yes, God gave them different roles that best match their strengths.
That is a good thing.
But feminists attempt to convince men to get in touch with their feminine side. They put wide city tires on the truck, lower it, and put a fancy cover over the bed. Meanwhile, they tell the women they have the same rights as men, so they jack up the viper, throw some mud treads on it and tear up the back of the viper to put a cute little truck bed on it.
And what do you get? A truck that can’t haul anything or take on rough terrain, and a sports car that can’t carry anything of significance and rides like a jeep. IOW, both are performing below their ability because of an induced identity crisis.
If I want to get in touch with my feminine side, I reach for my wife. And she reaches for me when she wants to get in touch with her masculine side.
We are like an engine and transmission. Both of little value individually, but when coupled together, a powerful force indeed.
Nifty analogy.