“This will never end ’cause I want more.”
For all of the talk of “strong, independent women”-
I’ve seen none.
A generation of females told they can – and should be – tough, ass-kicking, take-no-prisoners, trash-talking tank-grrrls.
Yet they are so fragile as to get PTSD from internet comments.
Wilt beneath the most basic intellectual criticism.
Demand police (male) protection from even slight disagreements, let alone raised voices.
It’s akin to pulling teeth to get a woman to communicate through anything but a digital wall.
Phone (voice) chat?
Text or email only.
They cannot be dragged from the electronic womb.
Soft, soothing, familiar sounds only.
All others need not apply.
Where are the True women?
I don’t mean “strong”.
Women have no need to be strong.
Strength is for the warrior (men).
Women, as the support structure they are, must be resilient.
Not a berserker, but a shield-maiden.
They must exhibit resilience in the face of penury.
Resilience in the face of disease.
Resilience in the face of ostracism.
Resilience in exile.
Resilience is the courage to stand by her man – more accurately, his mission – in the face of adversity.
The power to help him to his feet when he falls.
The wisdom to heal him when he is ill.
The bravery to realize that she is – above all else—
The last line of defense for an army that serves a greater purpose.