Sunday, 29 August 2010
But my academic career was de-railed by my parents. They wanted me to marry the heir to a textile business so that my father could join their board of directors and return to being wealthy. I had no choice in the matter and so I was married to Duane Cowen, who was some ten years older than me. I was not attracted to him in the slightest and was not surprised that he had never married before.
Duane and his family were very conservative in their attitudes about the roles of men and women. Duane would join the board of directors and be groomed to succeed his father. I, on the other hand, was expected to be a full time homemaker. Cooking, cleaning, making beds, doing laundry, shopping etc, etc.
I tried to put my foot down over this. I was an intelligent woman. I wanted to work and earn my own money. Couldn't I join the board or at least work for the company in some capacity? The answer from Duane and his father was a resounding no. I was to keep house and that was all I needed to worry about.
So I kept house and kept my husband in the style to which he was accustomed. I cooked and served him his meals, washed and ironed his clothes and submitted to him in the bedroom. Years went by. In spite of trying, there were no children. Duane was a selfish, spoilt man who was unconcerned with me and how I felt. He spent our money on good clothes for himself, a top of the range car and on golf. He was a member of the local club and was actually quite good. I had to beg him for money for clothes for myself and money to socialise with other women.
When Duane was aged 40, his father passed away, and he became the CEO of the family business. I begged him to give me a role in the company as I was going out of my mind with boredom and he grudgingly allowed me to be his secretary. I had to wear a silk blouse, pencil skirt, seamed stockings and high heeled shoes. I had had no training as a secretary, but I soon picked it up.
Over the next three years I saw for myself how bad a businessman my husband was. His father had cared about the business and about each and every employee and they worked hard in return to please him. Duane didn't care about the business or the loyal, hardworking employees who had worked for the firm for years. He let things slide and fired anyone who disagreed with him. The company hemeoraged its best employees and the new ones Duane took on were of poorer calibre than the old ones. The poor running of the company and sub-standard work soon resulted in falling orders. I tried to point this out to Duane, but he wouldn't take advice from anyone, least of all a woman.
After three years, the inevitable happened. The company collapsed under its debts and Duane was declared bankrupt. His fall was spectacular. His car was repossessed, our home was repossessed and worst of all for Duane, he was thrown out of the golf club. They didn't tolerate failures. We had to move in with my parents to avoid being destitute.
Duane sank into a stupor, unable to come to terms with failure and poverty. He had no idea what to do. I had an idea though. I would start up my own business. I borrowed some money from my father. who had jumped ship from the old firm at just the right time, and set up a modest business baking and selling cakes. It took me five years of hard work and determination, but at the end of it I owned my own shop, with a flat above for me and Duane to live in, and could afford to hire two other women to help me with baking and service.
A year later my father died and I inherited his house. Duane and I moved in. Duane spent his days slumped in front of the television or practising his golf swings in the spacious garden. He had no interest in finding work and spent my money on fine clothes and golf clubs for he had been reinstated as a member of the club as a result of my becoming a respected local businesswoman.
By now I was becoming irritated with my husband. I had had to hire a woman to take care of the house because he wouldn't lift a finger and he was spending our money freely (for we had a joint account) and doing nothing in return. One day, I took action. I set up a new account in my name only and ordered my salary to be paid there in future. Then I had a talk with Duane.
I told him straight. If he wanted money he could either go out an earn it, just like everyone else, or I would give him an allowance, in return for him doing some housework. Otherwise, he could do without. Those were his choices.
Duane was appalled. He knew he wouldn't get work, not in this town, where everyone knew what a mess he had made of running the old firm. In a small voice, he asked if I would hire him. It must have been humiliating for him to have to ask his wife for a job. I smiled and told him that I had an opening for a secretary. The business was expanding nicely and I had been able to take on enough staff now to take on a more managerial role.
Duane asked how much the job would pay but I said that there would be conditions. He would have to obey every order I gave him and...he would have to dress for the part. I loved the look on his faced as he comprehended what I meant. He would have to wear secretary's attire!
He blurted out that he was a man! He couldn't dress as a woman! I replied that he had been out of touch with what had been going on in the wider world. The traditional roles and dress of women and men were being reversed. Had he not noticed that I had not worn a skirt or dress for years? Men were now openly wearing skirts in public, and everything else that women used to wear.
Duane shook his head in disbelief. It wasn't possible, he asserted. At this, I told him to follow me outside into the garden. The garden looked out into our neighbour's, the Gordons. There was Cynthia, who, like me, ran her own business, in jeans and a checked shirt, smoking a cigar and blowing out blue rings. Her husband, Toby, was bringing her a glass of wine. He wore a blouse and flower patterned skirt and had bare, shaven legs. Toby was a full-time house husband. Like Duane, he had once had his own business but had lost it. The Gordon's had two children, a boy and a girl. The girl, Tabitha, was dressed like her mother and had short cropped hair, and was kicking a football about. Her brother, Timothy, was wearing a dress, had long hair into which ribbons had been tied and he was pushing a doll's pram.
Duane staggered back as if he had been struck and said he had had no idea that this had been occurring. I smiled and said that women were now the dominant gender. We had been for a few years now. Look at us. I'm the breadwinner and you are totally dependent on me financially, a complete reversal of our roles since we were married!
Duane grew quiet as he took all of this in and said he would work for me but could not wear a skirt and the other things. It was too demeaning. I replied that in that case, I wouldn't employ him. He would have to do housework instead if he wanted an allowance from me. Duane became stubborn but eventually came round to the idea that if he did some housework, he could at least remain dressed in traditionally male clothes, although he conceded that he would have to wear an apron, a white, lacy frilly one, to protect his fine clothes.
I left for work the following day, with instructions for the lady who kept our house to train Duane up to do housework. Duane looked rather sweet in his lacy apron, but he was embarressed. I came home to find him watching television. He had done some dusting and hoovering, he said, that was good enough for now. I was not amused, especially as I had to prepare our meal as Duane said he was too tired.
Still, I had my revenge. When he asked me for money, I took a few notes out of my purse and handed them to him. That was all the work he had done was worth, I said, about enough money to buy him a couple of drinks in the clubhouse. If he wanted more, he would have to do more. I expected him to do better, to prepare meals for me and wash and iron my clothes. Duane looked like he was about to cry. Sullenly, he began to wash up and do other things around the house.
The next few days saw a transformation in Duane's attitude and output. Duane had learned quickly and the house was spotless. He prepared and served me my meal when I came home, brought me a glass of wine and ironed my clothes that I would be wearing the following day. That was much better, I told him, and gave him a generous wad of cash. Duane was happy because that meant he could afford to go to the golf club tomorrow.
I could afford to let the lady who had kept our house go, but gave her a big payout as compensation. I now had a house husband. The change in Duane was almost miraculous. He became a whirlwind of activity and could get the chores done by the afternoon, spend some time at the club, and be back in time for when I arrived home.
One day, I took a day off to sort out my wardrobe and do some shopping. The wardrobe was still filled with the dresses, blouses, skirts and shoes I had worn in the past. They seemed alien to me now. No woman wore such things nowadays. I stuffed the clothes into black bags. Duane could take them to a charity shop tomorrow and I went shopping for more suitable clothes, suits and shirts.
I came home to an astonishing sight. Duane was in the Gordon's back garden, with Cynthia and Toby, the children having gone to bed by this time. Cynthia and Toby were complimenting him on his appearance, as Duane was wearing one of my old dresses and turning slowly in it to show it off. On seeing me, Duane went red and ran into the Gordons' house. Toby took me aside and explained that he and Duane had been getting along for a few months now, as being a house husband could be lonely, and he had suggested that Duane try fitting in to the neighbourhood by wearing dresses. It has taken him a long time to persuade Duane to try it, but tonight he had done it.
Duane came back outside, looking sheepish. I told him to relax. He looked fine in the dress. In fact, it suited him better than it had ever suited me. This seemed to relax him. He was awfully self-conscious and nervous. We all said encouraging things to him and he soon adjusted to the dress.
The following day, I took another day off work and took Duane to a salon, where he was depilated and had his hair and nails fixed, and then to the shops where I bought him his new wardrobe. Duane emerged from the shop clad as any other man, in a dress, stockings, dainty lingerie and high heels, with his hair styled, his nails filed and painted and his face made up. It would take him some time to adjust to being a modern man but the role-reversal transformation was complete!
Thursday, 19 August 2010
Donald "Don" Chalmers lay on the floor of their many bedroomed mansion, snoring nosily. A pool of vomit stagnated nearby.
Lydia looked at him in despair. Her husband had once been one of the most handsome men she had ever known. In his prime he had starred in a sitcom that had made him a household name and had made him his millions. But now he was just an out of work actor and a drunk, quickly dissipating the fortune that he had made.
Lydia reflected that his fall from stardom had been his own fault. Don had failed to move with the times. Once the sitcom had ended after a record run of twelve seasons, Don had had his pick of roles but had turned them all down. That had been because all of the roles offered to him had been, in his own words "women's roles".
But with the rapid changes that had taken place in society over the last fifty years, and which had been greatly accelerated since the turn of the present century, women had gained ascendancy in all areas of society, including the entertainment business. Most men now wore skirts and high heels at the insistence of their more dominant partners and kept house as their mothers and grandmothers had once had to do.
In keeping with the new society that had emerged, women wanted to see more actresses in more traditionally male roles and that meant that male actors would have to play the more traditionally feminine roles. In Romeo and Juliet, for example, the female actor was Juliet in name but played Romeo's role. Romeo had to wear a dress and do the balcony scene as Juliet would have had to to.
Don had refused to wear a skirt and would absolutely not play anything he felt was a "woman's role" and had been out of work ever since. At the rate he was spending their money, they would be flat broke before long, but Lydia had a son and she had plans for him.
Lydia thought of her son. Her son, since Don had never taken any interest in him, especially now that he was consumed with self-pity and hell bent on a course to oblivion. Stevie was not at home. He was at his ballet class. But Lydia could bring him into her mind in a instant. A small, slender boy, short for a boy of his age. He was also pretty, with his heart shaped creamy face and his curly blonde hair and deep sapphire blue eyes. He was the most beautiful -and feminine - child Lydia had laid eyes on.
Stevie, for that was the boy's name, not only looked feminine. He was feminine to the core of his being. Boys nowadays were being feminised from birth, but in Stevie's case he had been interested in his mother's dresses since he was a toddler and it had taken remarkably little effort to get him to wear skirts full time. Lydia had read with amusement articles about boys who rebelled against being made to be feminine, but Stevie had not only not resisted being dressed in dresses and pretty underwear, he had welcomed it.
Lydia thanked her lucky stars for such a son. He would fit in perfectly in this woman's world, unlike his dinosaur of a father, and he would pick up from where his father had left off. He would become an actor and make Lydia a fortune. Lydia herself had never worked and did not have the qualifications or experience. She knew she had no talent herself as an actor and was besides too old now to embark on a new career. Don had always kept her but would soon be no longer able to. Lydia had resolved to help her son in his career. He went to acting classes, ballet school, tap and dance school, had piano lessons and was a contestant in beauty pageants, many of which he won, for he was a pretty child.
Two years later, Lydia and Stevie were living in an apartment. The mansion had long ago been sold in order to pay for Don's residency and treatment in a drying out clinic that took care of washed up, drunk stars. Don was so depressed and wallowing in self-pity that he did not even notice how few times his wife and son came to see him.
Lydia was excited at the progress of her son's career. Stevie was only aged eleven but he had graduated with high honours from acting school. He was already a seasoned actor, could dance well and was a talented pianist. His regular academic studies weren't going so well, but Lydia knew her son would do well enough without formal academic qualifications, and anyway, everyone knew that boys didn't do so well as girls when it came to schoolwork.
From small parts in children's TV shows, Stevie had landed a role as a regular sitcom, Corney High, based around a school. He had played a boyfriend of one of the main characters. His character, Lance, had been a complete airhead. Obssessed with his appearance, with pretty clothes, make up and girls, he had been the perfect ornament to his soccer captain, exam-acing girlfriend. Lance appeared at formals perfectly dressed in a prom gown and flawlessly made up and every utterance he made made him look as dim as a ten watt lightbulb, but it was a regular part and paid well. Stevie even seemed to enjoy playing an airhead boy, especially when he got to wear pretty dresses.
That role had lasted two years before nice but dim Lance perished in a boating accident. Stevie had played the helpless boy, slowly drowning, to perfection, whimpering pathetically for his girlfriend to rescue him before falling silent for all eternity. The scene had ended with a view of Lance's body, clad in two piece pink swimsuit, bobbing up and down in the lake.
Stevie had then appeared in several plays and in caberet, kicking his stockinged legs high as a chorus boy, dressed in a sequined blue leotard and headress to the delight of the mainly female audience.
Lydia was now on the set of a movie - a movie!- in which her son was appearing, watching the scene currently being shot.
Bond leapt from a moving speedboat and landed perfectly on a wooden bridge. Two goons, dressed in black, moved menacingly to intercept the British secret agent. Bond executed perfect kicks and punches to render the goons unconscious within a few moments. Bond raced into a building and came under fire from more goons in inside. Bond withdrew a Walther PPK and efficiently shot each and every goon stone dead within a few minutes. Bond moved into the centre of the room, which contained a leather chair, rather like a dentist's chair, upon which was tied a boy in a blue evening gown, cut to the waist to expose the boy's slender and hairless legs, matching stilettos. The boy wore a diamond necklace around his throat and his features were perfectly made up to make him look beautiful. The boy's fine long blonde hair had been straightened and arranged in a bun.
Bond approached the boy and untied him. The boy's eyes, framed by eyeliner and a deep blue eyeshadow, fluttered open and the boy gave a frightened gasp. He allowed Bond to help him off the chair, a difficult accomplishment in a gown and heels at the best of times. Once off the chair, Bond scooped the boy up, the boy's long legs that seemed to go on forever, on full show. The boy lay in Bond's arms helpless and vulnerable.
Bond was chilled to hear the voice of a nemesis, Baroness Treblinski, the diabolical woman who was threatening to take over the world's energy supply and who had started by kidnapping the son of the world's wealthiest oil billionairess and holding him to ransom in exchange for his mother's oil companies. Treblinski had arrived from above, by means of sliding down ropes, and accompanied by several goons. Chewing on a cigar and pointing a pistol directly at Bond, she said in a thick Russian accent, "How good of you to drop in, Miss Bond". Bond looked around anxiously for a way out. There didn't seem to be one.
"And....cut!" came the voice of Antonia Cross, world famous director "Great scene and did it all in one take! Ok, take a break. We'll do the next scene in ten" she exulted. Miss Bond, aka top actress Laura Hart, lowered Stevie to the ground and gave him a kiss on the head "Good kid" she said, stroking his hair "
Watching, Lydia was exultant. Her beautiful son was well on his way to stardom!
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Chapter One - The Era of Male Dominance and the struggle for Equality
Traditional history, that is to say, history as mainly written by men, has consistently portrayed the male as the natural leader in politics, war and commerce due to his innate superiority over the weaker vessel, the female of the species, in terms of his greater physical strength, unequalled intellect and his moral superiority.
Females were constantly painted as weaker both physically and intellectually and moral degenerates who tried by their sexuality, feminine wiles and scheming to morally corrupt and emasculate the male by dragging him down to their level.
To be sure, at the beginning of human history, and until recent times, the male's greater physical strength gave him the advantage over his female peer in a pre-industrial society that depended upon brute strength not only to make and use tools and other items and to build the fabric of civilisation, but to defend a tribe or city or nation militarily from rivals.
This advantage, small as it was (for a female was in reality the equal of a male intellectually and morally and could conduct business at least as well as he could) proved to be sufficient to allow society to be henceforth dominated by males. Males occupied all of the positions of authority, were the only ones permitted to bear arms, and were heads of their households.
Females were regarded as the property of their husbands, fathers and brothers. Wives were expected to conceive and bear children, preferably sons, and channel her energies into pleasing her man, keeping house and child bearing and rearing. Daughters and sisters were to be married off, against their will in most cases, for the advantage of the family, that is to say, the advantage of its male members, who wielded the power.
Females in general were also "feminised" by their superior males. They had to wear revealing and constrictive clothing and footwear, cosmestics to beautify their bodies and their features for the benefit of men, jewellery bestowed upon them by their men as a symbol of their status as property and dependence upon the male. They were conditioned to be obedient, pleasing, yielding and ladylike. Femininity was an invention of men to keep women "in their place", for a woman was at least the equal of a man in every field of human endeavour. It was dinned into women and girls for centuries that politics, sports, business and warfare were for men only and for a woman to want to be involved in these masculine activities was unnatural and a perversion of their womanhood. This was not only reinforced by the secular authorities, but by the Church also.
Some women, as history records, tried to operate in a man's world and be equal to men, Queen Cleopatra and Joan of Arc being the most obvious examples, and were destroyed for their "unwomanly" and "perverse" behaviour.
Worse, by the nineteenth century, scientists were proclaiming that the female brain had such lower brain functions than the male that the female intellect was only slightly greater than that of an animal. Scientists were stating that the male was superior in every way to the female and that women were only fit to look after children.
But the male of the species was unwittingly becoming a victim of his own success, for in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, revolutionary advances in technology led to the industrialisation of western society. Massively increased output, on a scale never seen before, led for the first time to women being employed outside of the home in large numbers for the first time in history and becoming important to the economy as both producers and consumers of wealth. Most importantly, the new industrial society became less reliant on male strength as machines replaced muscle and a woman operating a machine could produce far more than ten men could have done in pre-industrial times.
The new economy needed a new type of worker, not a male with lots of brawn but limited education, but educated workers to operate machines, work in offices and shops and supervise staff. Employers soon found that even a reasonably educated woman could do any of those jobs as well as any man, and for less money. Education became widespread for both sexes, rather than just males as it had been before, and, as boys soon discovered, their sisters were often brighter than they were in the classroom.
But this progress, as valuable as it was, still left females at great disadvantage. At the beginning of the twentieth century, women still did not have the vote or equality under the law, and they were still being feminised in terms of dress and behaviour and to defer to the male as her superior in all things.
But women were now important to the new industrial economy and had more power than they had ever had before. Women agitated for the vote, seeing that this was the passport towards equality.
As a result of the two biggest wars in history, women secured the vote and equality under the law and dress codes and behaviours expected of women became relaxed. To the dismay of men, women began to outperform them at schools and universities, create and run their own businesses and enter the workforce in increasing numbers whilst males were falling behind in the classroom and increasingly being pushed out of the workplace as the industrial economy gave way to service economies that valued intellect, communication skills and team working, skills in which women were superior in general to men.
Chapter Two - The Dilemma of "Equality"
As I write this, in 2010, we are seeing the last phase of male dominance. Males are still dominant in the political and military spheres and in the sciences and engineering and computer technology and also in sports, but even in these areas, women are making serious inroads and will continue to do so until they overtake males. The still male-dominated Church is largely irrelevant in terms of wielding any temporal power and can be safely bypassed by women to become a small island in the midst of female supremacy.
Many more girls are leaving school with the qualifications needed for higher education than boys, and for every two men who obtain a bachelor's degree, three women will do the same, and this gender gap is widening each year. More females are graduating from university and are securing the high flying graduate jobs that lead to highly paid, high status jobs that fast track the holder to the top of their field of expertise. Male graduates are, it is reported, less successful in the modern economy than their female peers. Women are tipped to dominate the professions and business in a few decades and there is nothing that men can do to stop them.
Since the beginning of time, men have arrogantly assumed that they were the stronger sex. In less than fifty years, women have proved them wrong and that it is the male of the species who has been proven to be the weaker sex.
Intellectually, as we are seeing, the female brain is greatly superior to that of the male. The female brain is more rational, more focused, better organised and capable of performing several processes at once. The immature male brain is limited to one function, is easily distracted and is too easily preoccupied with ego and status as a prerequisite to sexual activity. A girl can focus on schoolwork for far longer than a boy, and the results are being seen.
Morally, males have used their power to inflict untold suffering upon the world by endless war and violence and have abused women for centuries. Men are by far guiltier of the worst atrocities than women. Men have long blamed women for sexual degeneracy but it is in fact the male who is more often obssessed with sexual activity and deviancy and who are dragging women down.
Even physically, women typically live longer than men and have greater endurance and agility. Any disparity in raw physical strength between a man and a woman can be remedied by her by weight training or by learning unarmed combat techniques that will allow even a girl to overpower a strong man. In the field of sports, women athletes are gradually gaining on men in all events and are set to overtake them. In time, women will be directly competing against and defeating men on the sports field and male achievement will be overshadowed by outstanding female performance.
Intellectually, women have little left to prove. We will see many scientific breakthroughs in the coming decades, by female achievement. Underachieving males will have little left to contribute and male achievement in scientific fields will become marginal, if not non-existent.
There are and always will be some exceptional males but they will be the exception rather than the rule. The truth is becoming apparent. Males are the weaker sex.
The rise of women over the last fifty or so years has been outstanding and we are on the brink of a revolution that could even surpass the industrial and information technology revolutions of the past, where female leadership and achievement will take mankind forward into a new age where women are dominant.
The decline of the male in those fifty years has been rapid. Proven to be the weaker sex, males have not only demonstrably lost the battle of the sexes, but also seem to have become too disorientated, listless and demotivated to even try to regain some of the ground that has been lost. There are some male supremacists around, but they are too few in number to be any threat to the new order and are so insignificant that they are ignored and are the subject of ridicule as their ideas of turning back the clock are so unrealistic and half-baked. The vast majority of men seem too demotivated and complacent to compete against women, perhaps subconsciously aware of their own inferiority.
This poses a dilemma. Women have long fought for equality, assuming that they were equal to men. They have now found that they are superior. How can equality exist between the sexes where one sex is clearly superior? The simple answer is, it cannot.
What has happened is not that men and women have not become equal, but that women have risen to become the new providers and leaders of society and men have become displaced from those roles. In theory, men still have the same rights and opportunities as women, but in practice they are failing to achieve as much as women and are being relegated accordingly. Humiliatingly for men, they cannot even argue that they are disadvantaged by laws or by deliberate policies of discrimination that previously held women back - they are in decline because of their intellectual, moral and physical inferiority to women.
Also, men and women now both have the "breadwinner" mentality. Males are stuck in their traditional roles as breadwinner and head of household, even though many of them are no longer capable of fulfiling those roles. Those that cannot are resentful and demoralised by their loss of status, role reversal into 'women's roles" and perceived humiliation at being dependent upon a woman and this can in some cases lead to violence and unpleasantness as the male reverts to using his physical power to assert his "authority" and this rarely leads to a positive outcome for either the male or his family. Women are also determined to be independent financially and are finding that they are of necessity becoming the breadwinner when their partners cannot work and are becoming the de facto head of their families. Some women are even taking the view that males are more trouble than they are worth and are excluding them from any role within the family. More and more men are being made to leave the family home - of which he was once the undisputed master - and have limited access to their children whilst the woman becomes a one-woman parent and head of the family.
This results in stressed out, unhappy career women trying to juggle career and children. She is "having it all" -all of the stress, responsibility and burdens that would break a lesser spirit. The male is deprived of any role in the workplace or in his own family and is impoverished, resentful and unhappy. The male is rapidly becoming irrelevant and redundant in every sense of the word.
This is not a recipe for a successful society. Men and women work better together, not when divided. The problems between the sexes have arisen because for centuries men and women have both been cast in the wrong roles.
Chapter Three - "Redefining Masculinity and Femininity?
With the spectacular collapse of the traditional male-dominated order that is underway, many people are now talking about a "redefinition of masculinity".
Let us deal with the redefinition of femininity first of all. In their struggle for equality in the last century, women have deliberately moved away from "traditional femininity" i.e being gentle, submissive, lacking any ambitions other than to look attractive and be pleasing and ladylike, and in order to compete with males have adopted traditionally masculine traits. Women have becoming noticeably more aggressive, competitive, assertive, ambitious and decisive and have become determined to be completely independent. Few women now exhibit the "traditional femininity" traits expected of them in the past. They retain their female sexuality, but their personalities have become more masculine. Men have been heard to complain that in some instances, living with a successful modern woman is like living with another man and that she is often more "masculine" than he is! Modern femininity consists of a veneer of traditional femininity on the surface but masculine traits at the core.
Women are also abandoning the clothes and accessories of traditional femininity. Many now wear trousers rather than skirts and dresses, eschew high heels, make up, jewellery and perfume. The traditional feminine clothing and accessories implies dependence upon winning a man to support her, which is now anathema to a modern woman. She is more than capable for supporting herself and so she no longer needs to resort to such extremes of fashion.
Women are now also deliberately aiming to outdo men in every aspect of their lives. They want better grades at school and degrees at university and, most importantly, higher paid and higher status jobs. At a lesser level, they want to beat men at sports and well, basically, everything, as it gives them a real buzz to beat men at school, the workplace and the sportsfield.
Redefining masculinity is a more difficult area. Many men still cling to traditional masculinity and are reluctant to give it up, even if they can no longer be a breadwinner and are dependent upon a woman financially, as many men increasingly are, and resent women who have become more successful and "masculine" than they are.
Some men are willing to become "new men"i.e. to accept that it is possible for them to be homemakers and child rearers and financially dependent upon a more successful spouse to some extent but still have pride in being a man, but this more enlightened and realistic redefinition of masculinity is slow to take hold and men fear that to become a "new man" will make them objects of contempt for women, who will see them as being less than men, and will lead to more marriages failing and fathers being seperated from their children
More extreme "redefinitions" of masculinity include castration (to remove the influence or poisoning influences of testosterone) and transgendering from male to female, but these ideas are not only painful and extreme but render the male subject incapable of reproduction afterwards, which is an undesirable outcome for women.
None of the above options for redefining masculinity are satisfactory answers to a society where women are becoming the dominant sex and have taken over many of the masculine roles and behaviours.
Women have demonstrated their superiority and have earned their right to hold the leadership and breadwinner roles. Somebody has to fill the positions of homemaker, childrearer and the more menial positions in the workplace that women have left behind them in their ascent. The obvious solution is that men should fill the positions left vacant by women. They should take over the responsibility for keeping the family home clean and tidy, bringing up the children, and if they do work, they will take low paid, low status jobs once held by women, such as maid, secretary, cleaner etc. As the inferior sex, these are the only jobs left for men to fill.
Moreover, as women now view males as their inferiors and fit only to serve them, in a delicious irony, women will begin to impose the feminisation upon males to keep them "in their place" that men once used against women. Women no longer want assertive, confident, masculine males in opposition to them, but submissive, compliant, pleasing males to serve them. Men will also be "encouraged" to wear feminine clothing to reinforce their new status and the behaviours that are expected from them.
Men will naturally resist this, but once women hold all the positions of authority and are the the breadwinners they will be able to break down male resistance by threatening to withold the husband's allowance upon which he depends for socialising with the other guys, his one outlet in which he can retain some degree of masculinity in a world where he is either a househusband or employed in some menial, traditionally feminine role. Another weapon at the disposal of women is to withold her sexual favours and to express her disapproval. Deprived of sex, female approval and any income, the male will soon submit to her will. The more cunning female will encourage her man to wear feminine lingerie under his masculine clothing as a "secret" known only between them, but she will disclose the "secret" to her girlfriends and encourage them to do the same to the men in their lives. Before long, all of the males attached to the women within this informal sisterhood will be wearing the feminine underwear that those same women have long done away with.
Over time, and with the help of the fashion industry, which will be gradually evolving male fashion into ever more feminine styles, a woman will force her husband into silk underwear, hosiery and maybe even a skirt. Once some men adopt feminine fashion, it will gradually become more acceptable and in a few generations male fashion will be transformed into the complete wardrobe of a woman in the middle years of the twentieth century, complete with sexy lingerie, high heels, make up and even a bra. The male body will have to be depilated regularly and adorned with jewellery bought for him by his wife, his hair styled, his eyebrows plucked and his ears pierced. Corsetry and petticoats may yet form part of male fashion.
The behaviours of the male in this new world will be those expected of a lady in the previous century. He will strive to be pretty and pleasing, submissive and devoid of opinion or ambition, other than to be a dutiful husband and father and will so because this is what society expects from him and is completely normal for a man.
Once women are in control, and this is not far off, they will never relinquish it. In time, men will be stripped of their rights under the law, and will never be allowed to have them back, for women are the stronger sex and are, as well, more ruthless and pitiless than the male, who will be kept in his place and in his skirts for ever.
Hell hath no fury like womankind scorned.
Saturday, 7 August 2010
I now have my beautiful bridal gown, in virginal white. The gown is off the shoulder to display my shoulders and cleavage, and has a long train. I have a lace-trimmed white veil, to be held in place by a bridal tiara.
Underneath the dress, I will be wearing corsetry, white stockings with lacy tops, attached to my corset, a pair of white satin knickers, trimmed with lace, silver high heeled shoes and a frilly garter.
The bride is required to write her speech. I will be stressing my wish to be a traditional, feminine wife, who will love and obey her husband, and who wishes to be a shining example of femininity.
I will also be taking three other outfit, because, as well as being a bride, you can attend the weddings of other brides in other roles. You can be a bridesmaid, mother of the bride, flower girl or any of the male roles if you so wish.
I will be attending other weddings as a bridesmaid in a gorgeous lilac rose prom gown, which fits me perfectly and feels so sensuous and feminine and wearing my tiara, as an ordinary female guest in a dress, stockings, high heels and picture hat, and also as a flower girl, aged about 8, in a pink dress and frilly knickers.
Except for the picture hat, I have all I need and can only wait in anticipation for my big day and the big day of all my sister brides also!