The Patriarchy Is No Match For Real Feminine Power
Unfortunately, that power is scarce right now
If you have a bone to pick with the patriarchy, join the club. I keep checking my mailbox because I haven’t received my patriarchal dividend check in months. Granted, I haven’t attended any of the meetings lately, but I don’t know where they’re located anymore.
Someone must’ve taken me off the patriarchy email list. Probably Chuck.
Fuck that guy. He probably found out I didn’t vote for Trump.
Anywho, while I was busy thinking of new ways to oppress and disempower women myself, as all men do, a thought popped into my head.
What if women discover real feminine power? The kind they’ve always possessed and still do, yet seem unwilling to use. Then the patriarchy would be in deep shit.
That sent a shiver down my spine. I imagined women rising to their full feminine potential as equal but different human beings, working in harmony with men and masculinity. Though let’s get real, feminine power would be steering the ship.
If masculine power is the sail, real feminine power is the wind, the rudder, and the steering wheel. Feminine power always determines the destination — whether it’s aware of it or not.
There’s a lot of wind right now, but the rudder is missing, and no one seems to be behind the wheel.
Phewww. Good thing. That would pretty much kill the patriarchy — or at least smash it. Or some other toxic masculine verb.
Somehow, modern feminism has convinced women to put down the lightning bolt they hold in their hand and pick up a butter knife.
That got me thinking about My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Not my own. I’m not Greek. I’m talking about the movie.
It provides another analogy of how men and women work best together. If you haven’t noticed, men becoming more feminine and women becoming more masculine isn’t working out so hot.
But here’s the scene…
Toula is being comforted by her mother. She’s upset that her father doesn’t accept her non-Greek love interest, Ian, but her mother insists she will talk to him.
Toula, with tears in her eyes, says, “Dad is so stubborn. What he says goes. He’s the man, he’s the head of the house.”
Her mother replies, “Let me tell you something Toula. The man is the head, but the woman is the neck, and she can turn the head any way she wants.”
That’s how it works. Or how it should, anyway.
Look at the skyline of any major city on Earth, and two things are true:
- Men built it.
- They were inspired by feminine power.
But how would I know? I’m a man. What would I know about real feminine power?
Because masculine energy knows what it responds to. It knows what attracts it, and it knows what repels it. It knows when it’s facing an enemy and when it’s in the company of an ally. It also knows an impostor.
“Smashing” the patriarchy plays right into the patriarchy’s hands. If women think they can outdo men when it comes to smashing, breaking, and killing things — think again. We have that on lockdown.
Your butter knife is no match for the patriarchy, I can assure you.
But…your lightning bolt?
That’s a different story.
That could power the universe.
