I always hated feminism. Actually, I posted about it before. In the sense that I don’t want to be treated like a buddy, I want to be treated like a lady. I usually have it my way.
However, this post is about women who got smart and women who didn’t. It goes like this.
First scenario: three years ago, a woman in her late 40s came to a fitness guru begging for help to save her marriage.
She claimed her husband was calling her fat and he wasn’t attracted to her anymore. So she started to work out and diet. She didn’t give up, she persevered, fighting to keep her husband. Now she is Jennifer Anniston fit.
Also she divorced the idiot who was offending her, she has a young lover and she is blissfully serene and head over heels in love.
You go, girl!
Second scenario: a woman abandoned by her husband 10 years ago. Divorced, confused, she reached out for help. She started therapy. Ten years went flying by. TEN. She’s single. She didn’t have at least one flirt or one date. She couldn’t jump back in the pool. Her therapist, may her license be removed, is preaching her the following imbecile line: “God left man and woman like two halves. We are not supposed to live alone, but to find our halves to be complete.”
Also, she says that “the children need a male figure in their lives.”
So the poor woman, who seems perfectly balanced, feels an absolute wreck and a failure for being single.
So, dear imbecile therapist, NO. People should feel comfortable by themselves to be comfortable enough to look for a partner. If God intended us to be mere halves, we wouldn’t be able to function independently. Also, I believe your fucking halves might be two men or two women, not a man and a woman, you fuckin’ cave… person!
And the male figure for the children… I assume their natural father is alive and well, why the fuck should she point to the plumber and explain to her kids: “look, this is a male. Repeat after me: M-A-L-E. Get it?”
Look good for yourselves, not for a partner.
Stay single if you’re comfortable with your choice.