Men Have Programmed Our Minds to Accept Patriarchy

Today in the store, a man hit my arm with his trolley and I was the one who said sorry while he kept silent. And that made me realize that us as females are basically programmed from birth to apologize and be in the wrong, even when the man is clearly at fault. And it isn't the first time I've noticed it.

When women walk into men, we say sorry even if he bumped into us. It's because we think that men are entitled to do what they want, and when we get hurt, we are at fault. It's a twisted way of thinking and further contributes to our oppression. I know it won't take two seconds to undo the mindset of patriarchy but we can at least try. Like:

a) We stop apologizing to men.

b) We stop greeting them or saying goodbye. That just shows you care about their existence. Which we do not.

c) We neglect their needs and wants. By doing so we rid ourselves of unwanted stress and obligations.

d) Men are always at fault. Even you clearly hit them or bumped them, why didn't they move? It's their own fault. By thinking and acting this way, we show our superiority and entitlement.

e) Men are never just nice. Don't be friends with them. This will make sure you don't confuse him objectifying you with being friendly.

By doing these few things, your patriarchal mindset will begin to demolished and you will truly hate men. Happy Misandry Holidays.

NO SELF-RESPECTING INTELLIGENT WOMAN SHOULD EVER VOTE 4 A PIG!!!

An Open Letter To Donald Trump From Some Angry Women.

"Dear Mr. Trump… can I call you Mr. Trump? Is that ok? I want you to be happy, that’s very important to me.

Before I get started, let me say this letter isn’t from all women. The Trumpettes surely won’t approve of this message. But this is from most women.

We see right through you. We have all known you at some point. Your ways are not unfamiliar to us. We see through you because we’ve been dealing with you our whole lives.

We heard you call women pigs. And disgusting. And stupid. And bimbos.

We watched as you called a former Ms. Universe “Ms. Piggy” and then spent four days continuing to insult her.

We see your weakness. Your lust for attention at any cost, your need to denigrate women. We see all of it. And we’re mad.

Yes. We’re mad. And fired up. And here’s the thing about us… we can be bitches.

Gone are the days where we question our power or our influence. We are strong. Smart. We know our worth and it doesn’t reside in the size of our bras or our skinny jeans. We build each other up. We have our sister’s backs. And our brother’s. So when you took on the former Ms. Universe, you took on all of us.

And right now you’ve got a lot of angry women to contend with. And let me remind you, Mr. Trump… hell hath no fury like a pissed off woman who’s tired of this sexist bullshit.

We heard you when you said we should  “look for another place to work” if we experience workplace sexual harassment. Your non-solution illustrates either your lack of understanding or lack of concern. Or both. Your attitude and ignorance on this is stunning. Your response, pathetic. We see you, and we see someone who’s in over their head.

We watched you interrupt a woman 51 times during a 90 minute debate. While the better qualified, more knowledgeable woman was talking, you attempted to bulldoze right over her. We all know this game. It’s called male privilege. And it doesn’t look good on you, Mr. Trump. It makes you look weak. We see you, and we see a man who is so threatened by a woman speaking that you can’t even bear to let her finish. Sad.

And we see it rampant throughout your campaign and your proposed policies. It’s in your paltry maternity leave proposal that leaves out fathers and LGBTQ and adoptive parents. And when you say that women who seek abortions should be punished. And when you refuse to consider supporting equal pay for women.

Your latest ad, in which your daughter, beaming with privilege and pride, says “being a mother is the most important job a woman can have.” didn’t go over so well with us, Mr. Trump.

We are different, us women. We are not a homogenous army of fem-bots. We have different interests, goals and lives. There is more to us than motherhood. Some of us revel in motherhood. Some of us don’t want to have children. And some of us can’t have children. Our status as mothers has nothing to do with our worth. This ad, coupled with your policies show that you are tone deaf to the reality that women face and point to an antiquated attitude. One that keeps women as the caregivers and leaves men out of that equation.

We see you. And we see a man who has no business representing our interests in the Oval Office.

We heard you say no one would vote for Carly Fiorina “because of her face.”

We remember you calling women “a beautiful piece of ass” in Esquire Magazine.

We watch you say one thing, then say the opposite. Then refuse to admit any of it happened. Problem is, we can spot gas lighting from a mile away.

We recall the bit about all women being gold diggers in your memoir.

We cringe and hold our daughters a little closer when we are reminded that you said you’d date your daughter. If only she weren’t your daughter.

We remember when you called a lawyer “disgusting” for requesting a break during a trial to breastfeed.

We roll our eyes when we saw you try to dismiss Megyn Kelly after she had the nerve to ask you questions. At a debate. “Blood coming out of her wherever” was not lost on us. Most of us remember hearing such comments in Middle School.

We are horrified when we learn that you sent a journalist a picture of herselfwith the word “Dog” scrawled across it.

We seethe with anger when we read your tweet blaming military sexual assault on the fact that women are in the military.

We haven’t forgotten your lurid tweet about Hillary Clinton not being able to “satisfy” her husband.

Not only do you not understand women, you seem to have an awful lot of contempt for them. This is not fitting for a man who wants to be President in the 21st Century.

Which leads me to this:

Make America Great Again.

We know exactly what you meant when you branded yourself with this slogan. It’s not-so-coded language for a time gone by. Your “great” America wasn’t so great for women and minorities and gay people.

We won’t go back.

We won’t be relegated to the kitchen.

We won’t be locked into a life where we have no choice over our bodies or whether we have babies.

We won’t accept your patronizing response to sexual harassment.

We won’t be silenced or demeaned any more.

We won’t be ridiculed for our weight or judged by our appearance.

We won’t be shamed for owning our sexuality.

We have come a long way since your days of when America was “great.”

We have busted our asses to get here and we’re not going back.

We are raising strong daughters who fight back against sexist school dress codes.

We are raising strong sons who aren’t afraid of their feelings and aren’t afraid of strong girls.

We are shutting down catcalling.

We are no longer letting ourselves be interrupted and drowned out in the board room.

We are locking arms with our sisters in solidarity when rapists are given a slap on the wrist.

We are shouting about every day sexism.

We are calling you out, Mr. Trump.

We will not go quietly into any good night. We are loud. We are in your face. And we don’t put up with the kind of bullshit you’re selling.

So maybe this isn’t your time, Mr. Trump. Maybe your time has passed.

Maybe you would have been more suited to the early 1900’s when women did not yet have the right to vote.

When marital rape was still legal.

Or the 1950’s when women largely stayed home and produced children and McCarthyism and blacklisting were acceptable.

Or perhaps 1930’s Germany would have been a better fit for you.

But now? Now is not your time.

We’re moving forward. All of us, smart men and women, have had enough of the tired gender roles. We’ve had enough of you and other weak, fearful men trying to stop progress.

We see you, Mr. Trump.

We see your sexism and your bigotry and your racism. We see right through you.

Remember. We can be bitches.

And bitches get shit done.

Bitches Vote.

See you on November 8, Mr. Trump."

Source: https://driftingthrough.com/2016/10/06/an-open-letter-to-donald-trump-from-some-angry-women/

Not Only Are Men Disgusting Pigs...They Are Also Pedophiles.

Before I get into the story I would like to say hi. Hello everyone, I'm the new co-blogger. I'm just helping out for a while now. Anyway, on to the story. 

At my school, there was this teacher. Quite old, bald and every other stereotype you can think of. And for some reason, my class was the only one that went to him. Apparently, it's because he's 'exclusive'. 

So anyway, it wasn't weird in the beginning. I would actually enjoy his class, I'm not gonna lie about that. But that's when he started getting weird. 

Like, he started touching me in places that were none of his business, he would be way too friendly and basically make me uncomfortable. So I took action. I went to the Grade Head and asked her to move classes. She said I had to write a letter. So I did. I typed a letter explaining everything and how its affected me. And in the letter, I CLEARLY stated that they don't tell him. Because I don't want a confrontation. 

So two days after I handed in the letter, I was moved to a different class that was taught by a different, female teacher. So for a few days, everything was fine. I heard from my old classmates that Mr Pedophile was so sad that I left. Like, boy it's not a big deal that one student left. 

Anyway, a few days after I moved, my new home teacher tells me that the school's priest wants to speak with me. And obviously it was about the change. When I walked in his class, I though that he was going to counsel me and make me feel better or something. But no. Not at all. He just basically told me that the principal said that I have to apologize or I am getting taken to court. And obviously that shit scared me. 

So I typed the  apology letter, and they left me alone. Until they called my mother and asked for a meeting with me in the room. By now, my mom knew so it wouldn't be a huge shocker. So the whole time, they tried to make me look bad and they tried to make it seem as of they cared by saying that I have awesome English skills. Like, I know. You don't have to tell me. 

And on top of that, they told the teacher. They told him! In BOTH my letters I asked them to not tell him. But they did and he typed a weak ass letter talking about how he just wanted me to 'shine'. I can shine without you, dumbass. And then that fake priest had the nerve to offer counseling. And you're supposed to be a man of God but you support Pedophiles. Nice. Plus, they said I had to write another apology letter and my mother has to email one too. 

Whatever. I did all that. Okay, like that was the most angering experience of my life. Like for a time it haunted me. And it didn't make me sad or depressed. It made me angry. Very angry. So angry that on an hourly basis, I would have revenge fantasies. Very vivid ones to. But I've blocked all that out. I have let it go for now. I'll react when the time is right but ill just focus on my studies. 

And just so you know, my old female classmates found out that he looks under their skirts. And a friend of mine told me that her boyfriend show her the teacher's Instagram. And one of the photos was him and a lady from Hooters. HOOTERS. This man is well over 60. Why was he even in a Hooters? It's sad that no one can report this. Because if they did, they would be silenced. 

Well that wraps up my story. I hope I opened your eyes into knowing that you can trust no man, at all. Whether he is a teacher, principal or priest. They are evil cowards who will stop at nothing to make themselves look good and get what they want. It's disgusting. 

Just say it out loud YOU HATE MEN

I hate men. Not all feminists hate men. But at this point in my life I have begun to wonder why any woman with half a brain would NOT hate men. It is perhaps testament to the amazing moral superiority of women that most women do not hate men in spite of the tortures men inflict upon them, their children, and each other. Or perhaps it is a reason why feminism has not succeeded. Perhaps in order for women to stop being chattel under the bootheels of cruel, stupid men, they will have to learn to hate men at least a little.

This blog will consist of a list of good reasons to hate men.

There are probably few good men out there, who really do not condone in any way, shape or form, any of the following:

Rape
Murder
War
Environmental destruction for the sake of “jobs”
Wife beating
Girlfriend beating
Porn
BDSM
Street harassment of women
Forced veiling of women
Incest
Statutory rape
Forced pregnancy and birth
Giving fetii more rights than the women in whose bodies they are growing

I haven’t personally met any. I’ve heard of a precious few via their writings in print and online. Less than ten. Out of thousands of men I have met in my life, I can count the “good” ones on one hand. And what I listed above as a description of “good” is, for me, not even “good” but just “not bad”, as in “not evil and unempathetic”.
Every man I have had personal interactions with supports at least 2-3 of the above things, or engages in them.

Every single one.

That is, in and of itself, enough to make any sensible woman want to run away to join an Amazonian cult.
And you know, for a start, maybe that’s enough. Men have such fragile and pathetic little egos that even though they enjoy almost complete and total world domination, they are awfully threatened by women speaking up for themselves even a little bit. This is why even the most timid feminist woman saying “perhaps maybe you guys should look at this particular instance of gross mistreatment of women and realize that it isn’t in the spirit of fair play” will get buried under a mountain of hate mail from offended penis owners who insist she must be a man-hater because she isn’t begging to suck their ugly cocks in overawed gratitude for their gracious gift of allowing her to continue breathing…