“…frown upon her face, tryin’ to be sincere…’

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“Female empowerment” is everywhere, frankly.

 

On televisions.

 

In magazines.

 

In films.

 

Even in schools.

 

The cheerleading routine is omnipresent and ceaseless.

 

 

 

Yet, as time and tide wear on, “those with eyes to see and ears to hear” notice flaws in the performance.

 

The chant has become a drone.

 

The voices have gone hoarse.

 

The once impassioned eyes have either turned to glassy zealousness or dulled to stony dejection. 

 

Why is that?

 

Why, despite the never-ending praise and encouragement heaped upon females by females, are they more depressed than ever?

 

Samuel Taylor Coleridge said it best:

 

“Water, water, every where,

And all the boards did shrink;

Water, water, every where,

Nor any drop to drink.”

 

 

 

Realize that – on the whole – intra-sex [female to female] praise is akin to drinking seawater.

 

It is devoid of nourishment.

 

And, worse still, it is an enervating force.

 

 

 

Recall, ► women communicate via subtext ◄.

 

Overt communication is rarely to be trusted.

 

Praise is absolutely no exception to that rule.

 

 

 

Also, recall that women will often praise even the most mundane accomplishment as a tour de force (this is a feature, not a bug – but that’s for another day).

 

So, consciously or unconsciously, they understand that such praise is essentially meaningless.

 

If even banality is “amazing”, how does anything have worth?

 

Answer:

 

It doesn’t; not a whit of it.

 

Which is exactly why they are in ► the lamentable position they currently occupy ◄.

 

 

 

 

 

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