Women struggled hard to get what was rightfully theirs: the right to vote, the right to wear pants, to run for public office, to be able to fight in an arena in front of overabundant testosterone-ridden creatures, covered in the most delicious looking mud I’ve seen in ages… but I’m digressing.
Well, they got their rights. But do they stop? No, they want more. So what could they want more? Let me tell you. Now they want to modify some things that mother nature put on this earth for a reason. They meddle with biology and voila, we have the anti-wrinkle creme and (Oh, the impunity!) rhinoplasty and such. No man ever said a word. Some of the “creations” presented to society by the plasticians are actually quite a sight for sore eyes. But was that enough? No. Now men are sloppy and careless because they “don’t have the least interest in their appearance.” Sure we prefer it natural, is that a crime? Let’s talk about sex. It’s an age-old problem. I will not talk about foreplay. But let’s talk about the “afterwards.” Who decided that talking is better than sleeping or eating in this particular instance? How come men are pigs if they want to sleep and women are affectionate if they want to talk? Since when is the fulfillment of a biological imperative such a paltry thing? We are different. Variety is beauty. Why do we have to be the ones to change what we are? Mankind is ruled by instincts. We are a violent species. Have you noticed that, no matter how “evolved” our games are, they still involve competition? There is not a single human activity that does not involve “war” in some form or another. If men’s wars are different than those of women it’s just because we are biologically different. Females had a more important mission than males. They had to watch over the future of the species – the offspring. Males had the lesser job – bringing home the bacon and fighting amongst them so that the female would choose the fittest of them for mating. Well, not anymore. We are now beyond such trivial matters like perpetuating the best traits in the gene pool. We have the more important matter of deciding just the right shade of pink in the lipstick so that it will match the peach in the business suit. Well, we are not evolved. Wake up and smell the pheromones brothers and sisters. Underneath pret-a-porter clothing lies the beast. Our brains and table manners may have evolved but the instincts are slower. The last time I checked, the steak tartare was still raw meat even though served in China and the stock exchange was still the ground of fierce violence, even though hidden beneath the Armani coat of mail of the new chivalry. Must we fall prey to our instincts and use them as an excuse for our violence? No. But must we deny their existence?
Stay tuned and next time we shall discuss the adaptations males underwent to survive feminism Valkyries – the fake homosexuals that all women find “simply adorable” and the feminist male.