Appeasement does not work. Just like you don’t negotiate with terrorists, you shouldn’t negotiate with feminists. Society, though, has dropped the ball on the former as well as the latter. We nowadays house and feed terrorists and shower them with welfare money. Similarly, there is no end to the concessions that are being made in an attempt to placate women. You’d think that they would shut up after we’ve set up entire bullshit industries that provide well-paid but superfluous jobs for women. For women who don’t manage to get one of those jobs, there are lavish welfare payments to be had.
There is a third option for women if neither Daddy Government nor Daddy Corporate is appealing. After all, for the former you have to show up to work semi-regularly because you can’t call in sick every single day, and the latter comes with a stigma some women care about, in particular those who think that their buff billionaire in-waiting might not want to go straight for the bottom of the barrel. The third option is of course finding a man and living rent-free. In the best case, this can be a fantastic deal for both: your wife keeps the house in order, raises your super-smart kids and cooks delicious meals. In turn, she doesn’t have to worry about making a living. The social circle of my mother consisted of nothing but subjugated stay-at-home moms who couldn’t follow their dreams of becoming hot-shot lawyers and CEOs (or underemployed baristas and marketing interns), and those women seemed infinitely happier than today’s ‘woke’ feminists.
If you’re a feminist woman, shacking up with a man is not such a great deal because you’d not be smart and organized enough to juggle your responsibilities. The appropriate term for this is “mental load”. If a woman of such inferior mental abilities, for instance, notices that the cat needs to be fed, her alleged multitasking abilities go right out the window the moment something else requires her attention. As she’s about to feed her cat some shitty dry food, she realizes that her plants are dying, so she puts the cat food back and proceeds to water the plants — but then she realizes that she has run out of tampons, so she now has to rush to the supermarket to buy a pack. Then she gets sidetracked by clothing stores, and before she knows it, the day is over, she has bought two more pieces of clothing, her cat is getting really grumpy, and her plants are dead.
You may think that this is a caricature, but my example is modeled closely after the “womansplaining” provided in blog posts of feminists who bitch about not being able to do the simplest things. This is probably due to them never having had to organize their life. There was always mommy, daddy, or some cucked beta male at hand who took care of all her crap. Being a teenage queen must be wonderful. Yet, at one point those women have to take care of themselves and that is when all hell seems to break loose.
All the complaining online about the “mental load” is supposedly intended to establish the narrative that women should have to do nothing at all except eating ice cream and watching re-runs of Sex and the City. It would of course help if someone told those women to prioritize tasks, plan ahead, and get things done instead of being a lazy piece of shit that loses her composure the moment one or more of the tasks she has put off for too long demands immediate attention.
If the concept of “mental load” gains any traction, I wonder what will come next.
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