This chick gets it:
At least as far as she goes with it. But I’m not going to allow myself to get started on the topic of how identified classes (to borrow a term from the Supreme Court Of The United States) tend to plant their stakes in some social ills or injustices and make them exclusively their own, heaping derision upon any other identified class who dares to speak of it. Can you see how unusually disciplined I am by leaving that topic now?
Half of my wives have been the sort that Ms. Marbles speaks of in the video above, those who wanted to be equal while maintaining those aspects of traditional gender roles that work to their benefit. They were essentially the prototypes of the modern neo-feminist movement, a little ahead of its time so not quite so in your face and honest about it. Neither of the two wanted to work and most often didn’t, but when they did work they wanted to (demanded that we) divvy up the expenses so that we each paid an equal percentage of our incomes toward the household budget — which might seem fair enough, except they resented the hell out of the fact that under that arrangement I had more disposable income. That’s just not fair! It’s not fair at all that a man should have more disposable income just because he’s a man! What ended up happening was that all of my income went into the joint checking account as community property (where they had every legal right to take all of it because we were married) while only their calculated percentages went into that account. When they didn’t feel like working they didn’t keep a tally of their debt to the household budget or to me. They figured that their incomes were zero, so their obligations were zero, too. They were raising my children, gaw dammit!
Of course, I didn’t have more disposable income under those cockamamie schemes just because I was a man. It was because I had better jobs, and they weren’t better because I was male. Engineers make more money than “administrative assistants” and retail clerks. Both women had dropped out of college, and I had no input whatsoever in those decisions. Both women had the option to return to school and both knew that I would gladly pay for it (even though I secretly knew that it would be a sucker bet on my part). The first one actually attended more than half a semester.
Me? I never attended college because I inadvertently started a family with a woman who lied to me about the impossibility of it. I instead had to work my ass off to become the engineer I wanted to be with only formal training enough to be a technician. It was barely possible then and is completely impossible today. I was temporally lucky. In a manner akin to taking a nasty fall and being lucky that only one arm and one leg were broken.
But they were raising my children gaw dammit! Yeah, right. Sorry, ladies, that bullshit does not wash with me. I was a single father for a number of years, working full time and raising children, maintaining a home more spotless than any woman I’ve ever been with would, and cooking better meals than any woman I’ve ever been with could. I was up several times a night with the baby, and did all of those other things that women like to make out are so incredibly taxing, without shoving any of the work off on the kids. The kids had only to clean up after themselves and keep their rooms (somewhat) clean. My brothers down at Patriarchy Headquarters didn’t help out by sending their slave bitches around to do the cooking and cleaning, unless I’m unaware of it because the slave bitches also put false memories of having done it myself into my mind. Sure, there were some very unpleasant and a few absolutely hellish moments, but overall I loved those periods of my life and still reflect fondly upon them. I just cannot see how I’m raising your children gaw dammit! is all that special or makes up for anything at all. I even told both of ’em that if it was that taxing on them they should get their asses out to earn a paycheck and leave me to be the full time parent because I loved that job more than any other.
I was better at it than they were, and if concern for the well being of the children was their true motivation they would have gone out and got some relatively high paying manual labor jobs requiring no education. Men do that all over the world, grinding themselves down and accepting hardship, discomfort, and grave risks to provide the most they possibly can with the limited capacities they have.
Oh, but it’s just not right to expect a woman to take on that kind of work so her husband can be a stay at home dad? Blow me slowly.
I am 100% in favor of equality. What those two ex-wives of mine want is not equality. It is superiority. They want all of the same rights, and they are entitled to them. Already got ’em, too, as far as I can tell. Along the way, though, they also want to maintain their superiority in relationships, the superiority that comes from continuing to enforce traditional gender roles that benefit them and only those that benefit them.
It’s pretty darn rare to see a woman in a serious relationship with a man who earns significantly less than she does. Apparently the heart wants what the heart wants, and the heart doesn’t want to support any worthless not so manly man whose career ambitions are inferior to a woman’s.
The mother gets to decide, if it’s at all feasible to do so, if she wants to be a career woman or a stay at home mom. The father’s input might be solicited, but it often does not matter because it’s her decision in the end and there’s no option for the man but to accept it if she makes a unilateral decision. If the man tries to unilaterally decide that he’s going to be a stay at home dad, the best outcome is that she’ll divorce his ass and some judge will give him a fixed period of time to restore his income to its proven potential so he can pay to support the woman and children. The worst outcome is that she won’t divorce his ass, but will instead emasculate him daily with biting words and harsh treatment. The stay at home dads I’ve known all had their wives’ approval, but were treated badly by them just the same. And were cheated on, too, every one of them.
After I got rid of the third wife, the second neo-feminist, I sat down in the house she’d emptied and thought, “How the hell did this happen to a guy so liberated as me?”. I dig equality. I wasn’t ever a big proponent of the traditional gender roles. I didn’t often date women who didn’t have at least decent jobs, if not careers, because I couldn’t trust that Little Missy Loves You wasn’t lying through her vagina. I had no problem at all going dutch, or paying for alternate dates. I preferred it. When a woman asked if I wanted to be the one handing over her cash or credit card, I explained that as far as pride went I was proud to be the man who was out with a woman who could and would pay her share, and that what I’d be ashamed to be is a brainwashed macho idiot who’d pay for everything just to prove that in the end both he and the woman consider her to be a socially acceptable form of prostitute.
Of course, how the hell that happened to a guy so liberated as me was a question I couldn’t answer at the time, and it’s not really relevant to this pile of pissing women off at me anyway.
Fortunately, things went the way they did and I eventually convinced Amethyst to come to Colorado for a visit that hasn’t ended. She’s into equality, too. We’re not insane about it, divvying things up so that she mows the lawn every other time and I wash the laundry every other time, or anything so rooted in power and jealousy as that. We don’t keep score. We don’t have her money and my money because we work together for the common good. Though one hour of my labor is worth many times more dollars on the open market than is one hour of her labor, hours of her life are every bit as valuable as hours of mine. We’ve never even discussed who would perform which chores. We just live, and things get done somehow. Some things she always or almost always does, some things I always or almost always do, and other things get done by whichever of us feels like doing it or by both of us. That’s all that matters in that regard. We share our lives together.
I’ve read here and there lately that neo-feminist chicks are complaining that there aren’t any good men. Heh. Sure there are. They just don’t date bitches who openly profess to hate men. Seems simple enough to me.