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We Are Free

"I don't know why some women are feminists. I like being a woman. I like being the "weaker" sex and being taken care of. There are things I can do that men can't and things men can do that I can't. I can't really explain why  but I really like being a girl." ~Girl


Ever since the sexual revolution in the 1960s women have come up with this idea that they are freer than ever to do and live however they please. We are free to live our sexuality,  to take care of ourselves, to work at whatever job we want, to sleep with whoever we want,  to wear whatever we want, and to let no one (especially not men) get in our way. We are free! 

 Two hundred years ago women were escorted everywhere they went to protect their reputations and ensure their safety, men stood when they entered rooms, and they were spoken to with respect. A hundred years ago a woman could not board the Titanic alone and if she did a man was assigned to watch over her. Today it is accepted and celebrated when a woman is paid to be porn and  most teens have had sex by the time they turn 17. 

We are free!

We have made a glorious trade. 

We have traded;
 homemade family dinners for Wendy's and Pizza Pizza
 modesty and discernment for STDs and emptiness 
the protection of men to become their tools of pleasure
books to prepare us for reality for soaps that distort the truth 
our children to the government for a job and paycheque 
men of courage and integrity for the claim to say we are "equal in everything"


Perhaps, just perhaps, we have traded our beauty and received ashes.




follow-up post coming



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