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Requiem for the modern woman, by PJ

For you, who are old, and have seen days when men were men and women were women, I grieve for all you have lost. And for those among you that have joined with where Feminist's have led you, I grieve that your life is a shadow of what it could have been.

For you young women, coming up and inheriting the stale, left-overs of the once great causes of feminism, I grieve for you that your life has no meaning but to find some way to feel good enough about yourself. I grieve that the most comforting males in your life are a dog named "Butch" and a cat which has been neutered. I grieve that you have come to appreciate and care for all animals more than you do for any man. And I grieve that your closest intimate companion has become that which uses sized "C" batteries for sales of these electronic companions have never been higher in recorded history.

Yes, you could have had it all, but now you barely hold it together relying on your closest allies of Prozac, Paxil, and shallow sex.

I grieve for those who are "successful" in business, for I know many of you. I have seen how empty the victory is of the corner office as you sacrifice all that is good about family to take that spot from a suitable male candidate; all under the guise that you need to work to help your husband afford the house, when it is you and only you that must have the impressive home, the $400 lamps and the BMW.

And even though you have, and will make many an unsuspecting man a miserable soul, still, I grieve for you. For in the end, these lies that you have bought into handed down by your mothers, sister and girlfriends will cost you any shred of happiness that you could have had.And to those women, whom none among you had any anti-men agenda, who look around bewildered of why things are the way they are, for you, perhaps, I grieve the most.

For the sins of those who came before you have taken away all that you could have had, and have changed the face of those who could have loved you along with it. You find emnity, and understand not why, and to this, I can only speak of tragedy.

And finally, I grieve for all women. You had the best of worlds. All rewards of being a mother, and all of the protections that a man could offer you, overflowing with chivalry as each man looked to his families welfare. You all, collectively either authored, or bought into the lie, and doing so, you, not men, have been responsible for bringing all of society down. For in time and memoriam, women have been the keepers of the moral high-ground. They have been the authors of gentleness and affection. But all that lay in ruins now, traded away for a cheap substitute of emptiness and confusion.

But today's battle cries of feminists now dead fall deafly upon brittle autumn leaves of your lives. Little comfort does come forth from knowing that the once proud cries that women will no longer be sex objects, has lead to all of you becoming, exactly that, and nothing more. For today's woman cultivates nothing else. Not kindness, not affection. Not self-sacrifice, nor tenderness. Not artfulness and dedication in cooking or cleaning, nor anything that used to be associated with the wonderful things that women could bring to the table.

It is you, and not men at all, that have turned yourselves into pure sex objects by offering nothing else. And for this, I am truly sorry for you. Even so sorry as to feel pity for the most despicable among you, who for oppportunity and revenge, rape a man of dignity through laws, manipulation, or denial. For your lot shall be that of the king that took everything, and then laid down to die because he realized he had in fact gained, nothing. For raping those who would be your protectors and your knights will never bring you satisfaction, and will instead bring you an even greater measure of self-hatred than you already have.

For this, and all things that you are not, and never will be, I grieve. For men will go on. We will rebuild our lives, and we will take back what the worst of you has taken from us.

But your chances to be more than you are will never come again. The Pandora's box of all that is hateful about you has been opened, and those demons can never be put back in the box. And I can think of nothing more regretful, nor heart-wrenching than this greatest of losses.

And so, today, as you go forth on your way, complain not that the man in front of you did not hold the door, lay down his jacket, nor put you in the lifeboat. This is the world that you and those women who came before you asked for, and it is their legacy that you are living now. Hate not men for this, for men were never the foes that your ancestors made them out to be. But all this knowledge is now lost, replaced by the sign swinging over the building in the ghost town of where love, joy and hope once lived. PJ

From: StormWatcher
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