You've Come a Long Way Baby- And There's No Going Back

You’ve Come a Long Way Baby- And There’s No Going Back

 

Sometimes the world can make you shake your head so hard your ears could fly off. That is the exactly how I felt when watching this video of Lou Dobbs and feminists trying to out-stupid each other over understanding a recent study from the University of Pennsylvania about the declining state of women‘s happiness, years after realizing the dream of women‘s liberation.

 

Try it on yourself, but it’s pretty short, so try not to roll your eyes during the really good parts.

 

OK, so women aren’t as happy as they used to be since feminism came along. There are a few men that aren’t either, but for now let’s focus on the bewildered, head scratching Dobbs and try to give him a hand at seeing the obvious.

 

To get it, he will first have to let go of the fantasy that feminist have been selling for roughly as long as there have been feminists. That is, that doing what men do was ever a road to happiness in the first place. What women have just started discovering after forty years of feminism is what men tried to tell them when they started burning bras and whining about male privilege.

 

Namely that male privilege, at least for 99% of men, doesn’t exist and never did.

 

Men, for the most part, live life working at jobs they hate, measuring success by keeping their heads down in the workplace, trying to make some alpha jerk like Lou Dobbs happy, and staying out of trouble. Then they go home and live by pretty much the same rules with their wives or girlfriends.

 

The independence, freedom and personal power of a man’s world that feminists promised came with every paycheck is actually a cruel illusion, behind which is a lifestyle more servile than powerful; more stress than self actualization, and more a monotonous daily grind with pit stops at a mailbox full of bills than a breezy walk through the halls of privilege. Things have only been otherwise in the twisted imaginations of those hoodwinked into thinking this was the way to personal fulfillment.

 

Sure, there are men who get satisfaction from their work. But any man and now any women will tell you that the person who makes a good living doing something they love is as rare as a winning lotto ticket.

 

It‘s difficult, I am sure, for Mr. Dobbs to see this, as he lives the exceedingly uncommon life. But I tell you what, Lou, try dragging your fat ass away from that cushy position you are in and drive a cab or a semi for 12 hours a day to make your rent and see how quickly it cures that itch on your head. Or get yourself a union card and spend every day in a coal mine, breathing Black Death and feeling the walls tremble around you as you work. Oh, and remember while you're doing it that you still won’t be seeing many, if any, of those inexplicably disgruntled women down there in the depths with you.

 

If the lighter, easier work that women have chosen isn’t making them happy, despite so many of them popping anti depressants like Chiclets, just imagine what trading in their staplers and post-it notes for shovels would do for them.

 

And it needn’t even be that extreme. Try being an attorney who went to law school with high ideals of justice and now spends every day, spirit fading away, as he lives life forsaking every value he ever believed in and being trapped into staying because his manly obligations are like an anchor around his neck. Or how about a sales rep, being told every day that they are only as good as their last bad moment, being pushed for more no matter what they do.

 

Imagine being really powerless. Imagine being Tom Joad or Willie Loman or Walter Mitty.

 

This is what women protested their way in to; right into the trudging, laborious life that used to be done for them by men. And now this is where they are stuck, just like bugs on flypaper.

 

And so now they are unhappy? Who would have ever imagined, eh?

 

But the best is yet to come. When women finally enter the rest of the man’s domain, they will finally see the fruition of the feminist dream. It will be written in the blisters on their hands; in their backs aching and skin burning from digging in the heat of the sun. And their pain will echo and reverberate in the male dominated halls of dispassion.

 

For when women truly take up residence in a man’s world, their struggles, like men’s, will become invisible. No university will do a study about their happiness. No porcine newscaster will be scratching their head in disbelief and pledging to find answers.

 

And the last thing those women will find when they rage against it all is anyone who cares,

 

http://mensnewsdaily.com/2010/03/28/youve-come-a-long-way-baby-and-theres-no-going-back/