Women might want to read this and men might prefer not. This comment of mine is full of generalisation, but I shall not apologise for that, nor the English spelling.
Women go through excruciating pain in giving birth to man but are, in my opinion, never given a rightful place to feast from the table where men gorge themselves. In the most densely populated countries, and continents of this world, they are treated at best, shabbily, and at worse disgustingly, having few human rights and being the sexual objects of man’s whims, or his slave to do as he wishes.
Here, in the so-called ‘enlightened’ parts, we simply rule their lives, but in a sophisticated way, telling them how far they can travel on the ladder to success, or even the most basic of rights; what they are able to do with their bodies.
It is acceptable, although in my opinion disgusting, that a man can walk down a street bare-chested, but if a woman would be provocative in dress, then she is accused as being a ‘tart. But, as it is the right of that man, so it must be a women’s right to dress as she wants and not used, as it is, as a defense in a rape case.
I have been privileged to meet two hugely successful women in my time and they excited me more than any woman skimpily dressed. For a meaningful relationship the same applies, I would think, in reverse.
In industry, it is so much harder for a woman to succeed in her ambitions than a man, having to work twice, if not more times harder to propel herself to the top.
Men dictate when a woman is allowed an abortion, and although I am no advocate for that procedure, I am a man, and do not bear the pain or, in some cases, the disgrace of any pregnancy physically inflicted on a woman, or the mental anguish that carrying a child can consume her with. Who am I, or any other man, to judge the decision made in the case of abortion?
I am religious, and believe there is a God. It is he who gives life and it is He who should take it, but I am not he, and do not have his wisdom. We are merely human and therefore make mistakes.
My premise behind this denunciation of my own sex is this; we have made the biggest mistake of all. Women are the executioners of life, with artificial fertilization we are redundant, in most cases.
To coin a phrase and to combine it with a rhyme…..Careful the man who looks too far into the fog, that he misses the rock at his feet….Careful the man who misses the cog that makes his world, so elite.
Just a thought.