When it's Good to be Bad and Bad to be Nice.

One for the girls...

Girls are confused. Feminism has taught us all that masculine traits are better than feminine traits. So we are one of the guys, we compete for the same jobs, demand the same respect, participate in casual sex, and insist our independence is more important than that thing eating our brains while we consume chocolate wine and calories. What is that thing? Oh commitment. And, Love. No, we don't need that. Apparently 40 years ago BAM ; we evolved.

Any day now the cortisol will stop hitting our blood stream at eight times the rate it occurs in men when our bodies produce a tiny little token of testosterone to help us face challenges, like a dude. Because we are worth it, and it's the right and fair thing.

Any minute the weight that the excess of cortisol will not allow us to metabolise will start melting away revealing our more youthful selves. Soon it will happen, long before adrenalin fatigue kicks in and turns us into unhappy medication dependant hags. Because women evolved.

Until then, Persona On. We can take night classes that teach us the how to imitate unstressed relaxed confident feline femininity. The kind that totally bombs out in the office but it essential for attracting a manly man.

Or.
Say No. If you know that despite the amazing honour of being able to be a dude instead of a dame, say thank you but No. I won't take the extraordinary student loan that will take me into my thirties to pay off, I won't take the credit card so I can live this double life. No. I won't use casual sex to try and hook a guy into a relationship just because I know how available sex is elsewhere.

There it is. Women work with men everyday, who are fully supplied with porn, and liberated women who throw their sex down for nothing. And we know it. We are beyond saturation. Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink.

To be frugal, humble, and chaste. It is not the hallmark of feminism. It's the unhappy confessions of regret from lonely women moving into their mid thirties who see their mistake. Whose careers do not fulfill them.

We were duped! All feminism did was to degrade married mothers and send generations of women into the jobs previously occupied by men. The only winners were the employers.

Supply and Demand. With more workers, the jobs are worth less. And with sex available everywhere, who wants a wife? Those were the two thrusts of toxic feminism. Girls can be boys and sex can be free.

Even married women are constantly aware that if they impose high standards in how they are treated, their men can go online and be in bed with someone else within the day.

Be high value. It's the winning advise of dating gurus who all seem to be attractive men who are single, and stay single. As much as they know high value women are more attractive, they want to stay in the game.

I say. Take the risk and deny deny deny. Deny the student loan sharks of the years of your young life they will bleed for you to enter the professional fray. Deny men what they lust. Put yourself first.

Women have been conditioned to work alongside the men who once worked with the incentive it would provide for and impress a women they were committed to and their children. Sex was the cookie. And employers paid them twice as much, relatively speaking. It worked.

We have also been encouraged to consume consume consume. As much as we deride 50's style "homemakers" most women now cannot sew, cook, garden, practice first aid. Many are domestically helpless.

We need a revolution, the banks and God forbid the federal reserve, have sabotaged what was a free economy that supported traditional values while flattering us into our stupored servitude. We want good lives. But there is a fight to be had.

This is the secret weapon. Men love a good fight, with a prize. So, incentivise them. Give your voice to the cause like only women can.

These women's marches have been for nothing. They are a joke. And most women did not show up to them, the media did. Don't buy it.

Our map for activism is as follows. ( If we don't want to live like endentured servants).
Get Porn banned.
Get a new gold backed currency that isn't owned by a corporocracy and have it protected.
Throw the banksters in prison with their pony politicians.
Consume as little as you can and say no to home ownership until the banks are fixed.
Trim the sails, save what you can. Make what you can.

Rediscover the polarity we were born with and run with it. Believe in it. The truth is there is a grand design that makes the partnership of the feminine and masculine an explosive engine. The feminine, acts in faith and calls on favour.

It's our time, watch the world change.