Men are not to respect us as equals, but should respect us for what we truly are, mothers, lovers, guardians of generations to come, guardians of humanity itself and they, men, our noble protectors.
Equality is not to be found among the sexes, for The Lord Above did not make us equal, he never intended us to be equal. The Lord made Adam first, in his image, and when he saw that Adam was lonely, that Adam was somehow lacking, that Adam was indeed not whole, The Lord took one of his ribs and cast it down, making for him, his other half Eve.
The Lord did not make them the same, did not make them equal, for what would be the point of two beings of the exactly the same nature, exactly the same strengths, exactly the same weaknesses. The Lord God intended them to complement each other, to be each others strengths to their weaknesses, to be their coulds to their could nots. To carry one, when the other couldn't. Adam and Eve were never equal, but together they made a whole.
Now feminists have somehow turned it into a battle of the sexes, turned what was intended as a sacred relationship between the sexes into a battleground. Women against Men. Men against Women. Equality...Feminism. It's all corrupted bullshit. And we women have no one to blame but our feminist sisters, for all their bra burning indignation of the seventies, nothing has been achieved. As a woman, borne into this age of feminism, i don't even understand what it means, i never have, even when spelled out in black and white, in front of my very eyes, the goal, the sentiment, eludes me. I have only ever felt the deep longing to make a man happy, to bear children, (my feminist sisters would have me lessened in view of that, it's a disgrace to all they fight for, that i would still submit, that i would place a mans needs above my own. It's no wonder our birth rate falls) and If i do willingly submit and obey, what does that say for all the supposed liberation of the feminist movement.
There is no true liberation for women, under the banner of feminism. To be liberated we must accept our true nature, our true place in the world, to realize that such things are not shackles keeping us bound but the purest joy available. How can they not see that?
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Tuesday, May 29, 2007
A Woman's Place is in the Home!
As a woman myself, it is my firm belief that my place, and that of my self-obsessed 'I Want it All' counterparts, is in the home, looking after our men and our families. There can be no greater form of satisfaction (except that of a skilled man ;-) than raising a family, than raising the next generation.
And i say that any woman who doesn't feel this need, this inherent desire to care and nurture a family (be it big or small, and dogs don't count) is a pale, sad and empty imitation of what women are (except my sister who is a wonderful, vibrant person). We are first and foremost homemakers, lovers, wives and mothers, it is what God intended us to be, none of which we can fully be while our attention is devoted away from the home.
Now I myself work, i have to, my partner doesn't make enough money for me not too (and that's ok, I love him anyway) but with everyday that i have to leave my home for work, leave Mr McGee warm in bed, my heart longs to stay (for the obvious reasons and more ;-). Longs to be there when Mr McGee comes home from work, to be there with a rum in one hand and his dinner in the other (something with cheese and bacon, he loves cheese and bacon and definately no clothes during our pre-kids years). I long to be able to stay home and see Mr McGee off each morning with a cooked breakfast, naked cuddles and coffee and a freshly pressed shirt. But i can't, it's not financially viable (just a little bitter about that, can you tell :-).
Although that being said, i feel bound to add, that that won't always be the case.
I will do what it takes to make it possible to stay home, if not all the time, then most of the time with my kids, and so will Mr McGee (ask any man and i'm sure he'd prefer his woman at home, with all her extra time and attention to be had...that being said there are certain things we HouseLovers* expect, nay demand in return, but that's a list for another day :-). In Mr McGee i have my very own web genius, so there are endless avenues open for pursuit on the internet, and I've always got my photography and my art. If we want it bad enough, we'll make it happen, i have to, if I'm to give my kids the upbringing i want them to have. The one that i had. Ask your parents and they'll probably say that "they wanted to give you all the things they never had growing up", we'll i can for the first time i know of, that i want my children to have exactly the same childhood that i had (and i actively worry that I will not be able to live up to the high standards my wonderful parents set), to have all the things that i had. I can proudly say that i want to be the kind of parent my parents were and thankfully still are to me (I have never truly left 'Home' and would be lost without them).
Women out there today want to have it all, they want the support of married life, they want the independence that comes with a career, they want to raise 2.5 kids in a large, immaculate home in the suburbs...all while looking wonderful. Well i'm not here today to tell you women that you can't have it all, because you're women and you can have it all (smirk). You can achieve all of those things in life but at what cost, (it won't be financial, with two incomes in the house money shouldnt' be a problem, unless Labour get their hands on the economy...God help us all!). The cost comes in those feelings of inadequacy, those insidious, slowly degrading thoughts 'I should be spending more time with the kids', 'Why can't i keep up with the housework', 'shit, i should've done the washing yesterday'.
The cost comes in the form of those small resentments we have growing over time about how little our other halves contribute to the running of the house, to the daily upkeep of the children and family unit as a whole.
After a while, these issues cause many a woman, relationship and/or family to fall apart. Trying to be so many U's to so many people, will leave you feeling like you've never fully been the best you can be, given the most you can give, been as supportive as you could, been there all the times you should. Well the cold, hard-to-live-with truth is you could've given more, loved more, supported more, been there more for your family but other things seemed more important.
All this talk of Therese Rein, (KRudd's wifey - bitch won't even take his name) having to sell off her Australian arm of her business dealings has got me all riled up on the subject again. All these haridans coming out screaming bloody murder, foretelling of the death of women as role models and spouting shit about symbolic differences not being made, makes me want to punch someone in the face, namely a feminist (Or even better, the ever so enlightened Ms Sue Dunlevy - for she'd have to be one of these 'Ms' broads :-).
And i say that any woman who doesn't feel this need, this inherent desire to care and nurture a family (be it big or small, and dogs don't count) is a pale, sad and empty imitation of what women are (except my sister who is a wonderful, vibrant person). We are first and foremost homemakers, lovers, wives and mothers, it is what God intended us to be, none of which we can fully be while our attention is devoted away from the home.
Now I myself work, i have to, my partner doesn't make enough money for me not too (and that's ok, I love him anyway) but with everyday that i have to leave my home for work, leave Mr McGee warm in bed, my heart longs to stay (for the obvious reasons and more ;-). Longs to be there when Mr McGee comes home from work, to be there with a rum in one hand and his dinner in the other (something with cheese and bacon, he loves cheese and bacon and definately no clothes during our pre-kids years). I long to be able to stay home and see Mr McGee off each morning with a cooked breakfast, naked cuddles and coffee and a freshly pressed shirt. But i can't, it's not financially viable (just a little bitter about that, can you tell :-).
Although that being said, i feel bound to add, that that won't always be the case.
I will do what it takes to make it possible to stay home, if not all the time, then most of the time with my kids, and so will Mr McGee (ask any man and i'm sure he'd prefer his woman at home, with all her extra time and attention to be had...that being said there are certain things we HouseLovers* expect, nay demand in return, but that's a list for another day :-). In Mr McGee i have my very own web genius, so there are endless avenues open for pursuit on the internet, and I've always got my photography and my art. If we want it bad enough, we'll make it happen, i have to, if I'm to give my kids the upbringing i want them to have. The one that i had. Ask your parents and they'll probably say that "they wanted to give you all the things they never had growing up", we'll i can for the first time i know of, that i want my children to have exactly the same childhood that i had (and i actively worry that I will not be able to live up to the high standards my wonderful parents set), to have all the things that i had. I can proudly say that i want to be the kind of parent my parents were and thankfully still are to me (I have never truly left 'Home' and would be lost without them).
Women out there today want to have it all, they want the support of married life, they want the independence that comes with a career, they want to raise 2.5 kids in a large, immaculate home in the suburbs...all while looking wonderful. Well i'm not here today to tell you women that you can't have it all, because you're women and you can have it all (smirk). You can achieve all of those things in life but at what cost, (it won't be financial, with two incomes in the house money shouldnt' be a problem, unless Labour get their hands on the economy...God help us all!). The cost comes in those feelings of inadequacy, those insidious, slowly degrading thoughts 'I should be spending more time with the kids', 'Why can't i keep up with the housework', 'shit, i should've done the washing yesterday'.
The cost comes in the form of those small resentments we have growing over time about how little our other halves contribute to the running of the house, to the daily upkeep of the children and family unit as a whole.
After a while, these issues cause many a woman, relationship and/or family to fall apart. Trying to be so many U's to so many people, will leave you feeling like you've never fully been the best you can be, given the most you can give, been as supportive as you could, been there all the times you should. Well the cold, hard-to-live-with truth is you could've given more, loved more, supported more, been there more for your family but other things seemed more important.
All this talk of Therese Rein, (KRudd's wifey - bitch won't even take his name) having to sell off her Australian arm of her business dealings has got me all riled up on the subject again. All these haridans coming out screaming bloody murder, foretelling of the death of women as role models and spouting shit about symbolic differences not being made, makes me want to punch someone in the face, namely a feminist (Or even better, the ever so enlightened Ms Sue Dunlevy - for she'd have to be one of these 'Ms' broads :-).
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