I’m going to tell you how deeply sad I am about how the story of women, the home makers, children nurturers, influencers of men, is transforming into a horror story.
I think of it as “The Uglification of Women”.
And it is being perpetuated by women.
It’s women leading the uglification process from inventing the impossible to mimic Barbie Doll, originally for teenagers can you believe, but whose voluptuousness is a guide for ‘beauty’ from celebrities to drag artists. The Barbie Doll look, is a Comic Book character. She is not a representation of real women.
So we now have generations women since the 1960’s whose idea of beauty has been the Barbie Doll.
Through to quite recently, big boobs were fashionable, but big boobs have suddenly gone out of fashion with the new women’s lib activists. To stick to the current trend, women are having implants removed and reducing surgically, the breasts they have. Women are doing this, to themselves.
Voluptuousness is out.
Underarm hair, leg hair, pubic hair is back! Being natural, wild, and free is the thing.
But its not looks that disappoint me. Women have always followed fashion.
It’s behaviours.
The modern woman has been deluded into thinking women had no power in the past. They have been misled to believe having a career makes them free. They have taken on trying to be a copy of men as an idea of equality. They talk with course harsh voices – have you noticed? – and yelling is called singing.
There is no mystique left about women, or being a woman. No hiding of the messiness of monthly periods, or birthing a child. Women demanded men be present at childbirth, a thing not done until recently (recently being MY lifetime). I think it was demanded so that men could see how women suffer the ‘indignity and pain’ of being a woman as a result of men’s sex act.A punishment so to speak. A goodly amount of men are completely switched off sex at that point. I can perfectly understand why being gay is better.
Women have got sloppy.
Letting it all hang out is not a good move in the adventure of being a woman. Womens’ Rights, Womens’ rights, Womens’ rights comes the clamorous call.
It is a woman’s right to not be attacked on the street at 2am whilst walking home alone.
It is a woman’s right to get blind drunk and stoned and not to expect someone taking advantage of their foolishness and lack of propriety.
It is a woman’s right to have a career.
It is a woman’s right to have ANY career, soldier, sailor, beggar man, thief. Sex worker.
It is a woman’s right to protest naked for woman’s rights, or display menstrual blood pouring down a leg. And to have her sanitary equipment paid for by the state.
It is a woman’s right to go up to a mans hotel room on invitation and alone, clueless and stupidly naive and then claim victim hood. And cry “me too”.
It is a woman’s right to abort babies and to be pro choice. It is a woman’s right to do this without the consent of the father.
It is a woman’s right to bring up their children alone, children that two people created.
It is a woman’s right to have rights!
It is a woman’s right to be constantly yowling about women’s rights, so that now they have more coverage everywhere than the other half of the population.
I am sick of women. They make me ashamed to be one.
We have descended into the grotesque. We have lost all sense of intuition about situations that we once knew how to handle. Unfortunately copulation is “in”, marriage, devotion, loyalty, monogamy, virtue is “out”. Having children is on the way “out”. Getting educated and having a career is “in”.
We have forgotten. Women have forgotten important things about how great we could be. How great most women have been. How elusive, attractive, mysterious, wiley, astonishing, delightful, nurturing, stabilising, alluring, culture shaping, influential, peace makers, we have been.
Women have done this to themselves. The Pill has freed us!
Life on an alien planet 