“You
just want to make women to be second class citizens again.”
What do you think
made women second class citizens before? Because they didn’t generally earn
money? That is the only answer I can come up with.
Women certainly were well
respected. Far more respected than they are today in fact. (When was the last
time a man gave you his seat or opened the door for you? These are signs of
respect shown to dignitaries and people we revere.)
In most areas, women were
allowed to own property. And I am not sure the right to vote is a blessing
(imagine not having to worry about politics?)
There, of course, were some jerks
that treated women like property, but that hasn’t changed any.
So the only
thing I can figure that feminists are talking about is money. This means they
do not value anything that doesn’t earn money. How sad.
Women were vital to society in the past.
They nursed the sick, taught the young, nourished bodies, made homes out of
houses, and kept the family running, often all in the same day. Without women,
life would have ceased to be worth living, and most men knew it, too. But
because they didn’t go out and earn a paycheck, many women today think their
ancestors were poor abused things; second class citizens.
Fascinating.
If my neighbor gets minimum wage to kiss booboos and fix lunch, that is
“empowerment” but if I do the same thing in my own home for my own children I
am a second class citizen.
If I teach somebody else’s snot nosed brats how to
read I am a professional and deserve respect, but is I teach my own, I am
obviously a little on the stupid side.
If I nurse other peoples aging parents I
am wonderful. If I nurse my own I am a slave.
The
feminists and socialists have succeeded in making us believe that if something
doesn’t earn money, it doesn’t have value. How incredibly sad. So much beauty
in life has been lost because women are too busy earning “filthy lucre” to make
the world around them a beautiful place.
Do
I slave away for my family? No, I don’t.
When
a woman works outside the home, she has to be at work when her boss tells her
to, eat lunch when he tells her to, and even go to the bathroom when he tells
her to. She can only go home when he says she can and has to go to bed early
enough to get up in time to be there in the morning when he says for her to be.
Her whole life is controlled by her boss.
I
get up when I want to, do my work when I want to, how I want to. I decide what
that work will entail, too. You see, I have these ten clients (one husband
and nine children) whose needs I must meet, but I am in control of how that is
done. I am my own boss, the queen of my castle if you will.
Now
look back over these last two paragraphs and tell me, who is the slave?
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