Truly strong women
Don’t play victim
Truly strong women
Don’t hate and blame men
I’m not saying there aren’t
But I think they’re directly responding
To the pussies propped up against them.
Women who expect to be sugar daddied
Are slaves to the oldest profession
They lower everyone’s value.
Twerking in a g-string for money
Empowers nothing honey
Pole dancing is the stupidest fad
Pretend you’re a stripper
to build your self-confidence crap.
Cardi B’s a corporate slave
No one really wants her money shot WAP
are just as rigged
as 2020’s election.
The men that want that trash
Have no respect for her
they just want her fat wobbling ass
They’d love to buck and choke her
I bet the elites do that over and over
MK ultra rituals
*Angela Jolie knows all about that.
Original, true Feminists wanted equality
They burned their cross your heart malady
They banned codependency and bras
Removed the apologetic makeup
Threw away the S & M stilettos.
They fought against objectification
They fought for the right to work
They wanted to be equally represented
Not live as a trophy bride
Serving a chauvinistic jerk.
They wanted self-personhood
Not be ruled by Husbands and Fathers
They wanted freedom to pursue their dreams
Not live sheltered lives
As helpless, second class martyrs.
They starved themselves so they could vote
But the generations that followed
Destroyed all their meaningful work.
Suffragettes would roll in their graves
To see the mess we made of their sacrifices.
Gloria Steinham (what a phony) even went undercover
As a playboy bunny to expose Hugh Hefner’s vileness.
What happened to that movement?
It was hijacked by Radical Wokeness.
Each generation gets dumb and dumber
The human race is in serious trouble.
*Angela Jolie talking about S & M rituals https://youtu.be/XjY3XzTLTH0
Candace Owens is not a white supremacist. I’m impressed with her integrity, intelligence and awareness.
I agree with this mother in the video clip below. I love her bravery in speaking the common sense truth to power.
I no longer consider myself a feminist, since the movement was stolen, I’m probably no longer welcome anyway. I think it was my mother that unintentionally inspired me to be a feminist, she herself was one although she didn’t view herself that way. She was competitive, outspoken and brilliant but was trapped in a loveless arranged marriage, within a misogynistic, patriarchal, Confucius-influenced (I think he was an asshole), Korean culture. She sacrificed her happiness and lived her life for her children.
I was the one she pampered the most and I was also the one who abandoned her, by choosing an independent life away from her well-intentioned control. I miss her, I think I’ve always missed her even when we shared the same house. We loved and misunderstood each other. I think of her everyday, more so now than when she was alive. I think pain built a buffer between us and now that she’s gone, I can allow myself to feel the impact of her Being fully and with emotional distance I can remember her more clearly.
I think of my father too, who I can no longer reach. He’s nearly deaf and never hears or answers the phone when I call him. I miss him more than he knows. He played the villain role in our family for a long time but he transformed into a gentle man. I’m afraid I’ll never see him again. My brother is his guardian and that’s the dead end. Parents don’t have to be perfect to be lovable. I loved him then and now and always will. Family is the heartbreak, the center core; sometimes the curse and sometimes the cure. In my life it’s been all of the above and more.