If the all the men-hating misandrists of the world gathered around a bubbling cauldron under the guise of ‘feminism’ and took an oath, it would probably go like this:
We solemnly swear by the following...
A woman is much, much superior to men. A woman is so much more than a rag doll, not to be tossed around and played with as men may fancy. A woman is more than just ordinary, even if she is a housewife and does not eke out a living. A woman is more than the worth of her anatomy.
A woman is this, a woman is that...
But here’s where they missed—a woman is definitely not both.
She is not everything. In fact, she cannot be.
She is only fifty percent and it’s time she acknowledged the other half, just as it should acknowledge her.
There are men who detest daughters and in an equal ratio, teenage girls who detest old men (because they might be lecherous?). I don’t ask men to vacate a seat for me in buses or trains because I have legit, strong knees. If I can get tired, so can the legions of men hanging from the bars in a DTC bus. Why would men, or better yet the State, persevere to make a woman feel helpless by ‘reserving’ our seats. But that’s just me.
The flip side of the coin is that when a woman who does not have strong knees comes begging for a seat, no one should not refuse her that seat. And it applies to a man and a woman alike, it’s only courteous to vacate. It’s only humanity.
Norms are bogus. If I am a woman both strong and fragile, equally capable of loving a man or a woman, then there exist no rules for men either. We are rendered equally helpless by feminism. My fight is not to become a ‘man’, to take over men in what they can do, but to be myself.
In being a gentlewoman, I want to be seen and heard as the ‘other’ half. A significant ‘other’. I want to be a woman first, and leave it at that. I don’t strive to grow a beard, wear trousers, have a thick voice or undertake any masculine task. I am gentle and polite and I wouldn’t change anything womanly in a lady. But I wouldn’t call gentleness and fragility in a man ‘womanly’ either. That would be an insult taken too far.
The point is that every being is the same. And also that every being is so different. The same hair, eyes, nose and lips, but myriad rivers of emotions and traits underneath them, coming together to form an ocean. We need each other. And if there is no race between men and women, no comparison, then why would I want to engage in this tug of war in the first place?
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