Feminism tells me that I should be able to do it all on my own and without the help of no man-unless he is a feminist himself. Perhaps I can buy into some of this. I am a capable woman, with an IQ that is over 140 and who is well educated. I do not mind proving competency in a field of work, so long as it is work to be passionate about (the corporate cubicle lifestyle has never made much sense to me in terms of happiness and fulfillment). I am more than happy to participate in a debate without getting emotionally involved. Some consider me to be the stereotypical “modern” woman who should be fucking for sport in her mid-twenties.
But there is something very empty about this picture when it taken into isolation. And that is the absense of emphasis placed on my human need for companionship and my feminine thirst to share life with a masculine man possessing leadership skills.
I do not want an equal. I want a captain who inspires me enough to want to be his right hand man; a captain who is excited to have someone with my values and character to be by his. When I come home from my day job, I want to abandon my briefcase at the door way and be a soft, nurturing, sexual kitten to someone. When I enter that doorway, I do not want to be an independent woman. I want to be a loving mother, wife and companion.
What do feminists have to say about that?
Nothing, because they are too busy trying to convince men that being masculine and a leader in a relationship is wrong and oppressive. They are too busy turning a blind eye to the ivy that is slowly suffocating the male gender.
Feminists, your movement has removed the role of captain from men. Your movement has destroyed the natural, spiritual balance that existed between a loving, but firm husband and his wife. Your movement has been responsible for the broken men I have dated.
