Methinks me figured it out.
MFs. I think I got it.
The problem of MFs.
MFs, or more accurately, their moms and grandmoms, wanted to go out into the workforce.
And methinks that women thought that the work at home would change. Like, men would take responsibility – willingly – to do the jobs that had always traditionally been the sole purview of women.
But … men did not agree to be homemakers and childcarers in exchange for women’s demands to be admitted into the workforce en masse.
Men said: Nah no thanks. Keep on doing you.
Men said: Ladies, you are welcome to enjoy and partake of these outside 9-5/40s. Make sure to vacuum when you get home.
When I hear MFs frustrated because men don’t help around the house, they fail to realize that is entirely the fault of women.
They failed to negotiate better terms of the social contract.
But MFs fail to realize … she can’t renegotiate the terms of his contract because she doesn’t like the terms in hers.
I remember back in the last century (dating myself here yahsowhat!) there was a commercial for perfume, don’t remember the name, but the ad line was: “I can bring home the bacon / fry it up in a pan / and never ever let you forget you’re my man / ‘cuz I’m a wuuuh-mon – Ahhh-jho-layyy” or something like that.
See, even back then, the understanding was that, while women might be in the workforce they aren’t really an integral part of it, and are expected to handle home, first.
MFs don’t like this deal.
MFs don’t cook.
MFs don’t clean.
One young guy described a no-longer-potential girlfriend’s bathroom as a nuclear waste site.
Oh. My.
MFs want to boss bae and look pretty and get the bag, all while demanding the perks of a housewife without the works of a housewife.
The “I am the table” syndrome.
The belief that “I provide feminine energy and support” but never clean clothes or a plate.
Andrew Tate was on a F&F podcast and asked the MFs what they wanted to do with their lives other than marriage and reproduction.
To the MF, the standard answer was (drumroll, please) “travel and career.”
Mr. Tate, top G that he is, decimated those (non)options while offering up his great-grandmother as an example.
At her 90th? 75th? Whatever age-old birthday, she sat around and looked at the 70 people that existed simply because her choices were restricted to marriage and family. Some seven or eight kids emitted directly from her parts, who then produced another six or seven offspring each, who in turn kicked another umpteen children … you get the idea.
Tate’s matriarch lacked the option not to do what she was built to get done, and as a result … oh look, generations. {Joel 1:3}
Methinks the message he was trying to send is motherhood is the very definition of delayed gratification. You do it right, and the rewards are immeasurable.
TRIGGAH!!! Unpopular but factual thought: Women — as a group, entity, identity — really have only one societal function and value, which is to breed and rear.
Individual women may be the exception (hello Marie Curie! Hey Taylor Swift [not really but hey]) and contribute to society in her unique, particularly peculiar way.
One lady (with her husband’s help, of course) invented closed circuit TV, good on her.
Walmart thanks you.
But women provide the womb and the raw materials for the garden, while the man plants the seed … both for the person that will be and the society that person will exist within.
The hardest part? Getting the little buggers all the way to positive, productive adulthood, in which MFs have (apparently) lost all interest.
Because the terms of the contract changed.
Because she wanted them to.
But now she doesn’t like the conditions.
So now, well, it’s all men’s fault, for not … well, I don’t actually know and I don’t think she does either, except it’s his fault for being a man, and for her being a woman.
Which is what, exactly?
Right.