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The Enjoli Girl

17 Thursday May 2018

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I may be dating myself, but when I was a young girl there was a perfume commercial with a very catchy jingle that pretty much summed up the times.

It went:

“I can bring home the bacon

Fry it up in a pan

And never, ever let him forget he’s a man

Cause I’m a woman

Enjoli!”

Granted by today’s standards this song symbolizing the liberated modern woman  ideal of that time almost sounds sexist. Were it rewritten today it would likely leave out the frying things up in a pan, or never letting him forget he’s a man, but trust me, at the time it was edgy.

Fast forward to today. Studies show women are more dissatisfied with their lives than they were in generations past, marriage rates at at a 93-year low, depression and other mental health issues are at all time highs, and things haven’t quite panned out the way they were supposed to.

So now what? When do we stop demanding more rights and concessions and change, and start realizing that’s not the answer? Realize that maybe the plan was flawed, and trying to have it all and all at once was actually a set up to fail?

I wish I knew how to fix this big old mess. I think talking about it openly would be a great a start. And admitting what was supposed to be the answer has actually led to other problems, more problems, unforeseen problems.

Trouble is, it’s taboo to talk about such things (feminism a fail?!?! What?!?!), but if we don’t talk about it, how can we understand it? If all the changes over the past forty or so years haven’t led to a better, happier life for women (or men or kids), where do we go from here?

What do you think? Please share in the comments!

 

 

The Problem With #MeToo

10 Wednesday Jan 2018

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The #metoo movement that was aimed at apparently empowering women is ironically doing just the opposite. Now I am not talking about cases where the #metoo refers to actual rape or sexual assault here. I am not denying such things occur, and they are not OK.

But when #metoo starts going into the realm of, “a guy looked at me that I didn’t want to look at me,” well that’s just stupid. That’s not aggression. That’s not micro aggression. That’s just stupid.

Or even if a man approaches and asks one out, and the gal isn’t interested? That’s not aggression. That’s not micro aggression. That’s just not a match. Whatever happened to saying, “Thanks but I am not interested,” and moving on?

Why after 40-plus years of empowerment and independence are women increasingly seeming to become even less able to handle the world they live in than ever?

Reducing #metoo to every incident where a guy one isn’t interested in looking at one or approaching one becomes elevated to the same level as true sexual assault or rape is absurd.

Maybe women could try being less triggered. Maybe women could take ownership of their own emotional regulation rather than expect the whole world to tiptoe around them?

Isn’t that what being strong, independent, and empowered means? Able to handle life?

Either women need to be under the constant protection, lock, and guard of an outside controlling force or they don’t. The actions and hysteria of some women of late seems to imply some may be incapable of managing.

Is that really the direction we want things to go? I know I sure don’t.

What do you think? Please share in the comments.

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The Downside of the Red Pill

30 Wednesday Nov 2016

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When I discovered the red pill, it felt like my eyes were opened and suddenly it clicked why everything had never made sense or worked as planned, before.

I made huge changes in my life and mindset over the next several years. I read all I could about relationships and dynamics between men and women based on the red pill. I learned a great deal and what I learned has greatly improved my life.

So what’s the downside?

The downside of the red pill, or one of them anyway, is that once one realizes it, you go through a stages of grief almost as you process that everything you have ever been told about how the world works, doesn’t.

Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. And finally, acceptance.

I realized I had been sold an experimental life script. I and those of my generation and those after were unwitting guinea pigs in perhaps the largest social experiment ever. And that much of the pain and failure I had experienced in relationships and life, was because of that. And that I would never get that time or those opportunities back. And that I didn’t even know how to do things different. And that there were few places, if any, to learn how. I had to move forward without a map or much support in society for my quest.

Wow. Wow. Wow.

That ALL SUCKS BIG TIME.

Yeah, it almost seems easier not to face all of that truth. Many people won’t even peek under the lid of life because facing such things is not for the feint of heart.

But what you have seen cannot be unseen. And the only choice is to move forward the best you can. And while it is not always easy, isn’t that better than continuing to work a broken script?

If nothing else, one can use the information make the most of the life they have left and to try and leave the world a better place for the generations to come by sharing what was learned with others in hopes to help them avoid the same.

The older I get, the more and more I can see we only have limited days on this earth. The past is done, the future unwritten, but we do have this — the now to seize.  Reality is what one makes it. You are the author of your fate.

And knowing that is ironically a major upside of the red pill.