I'll leave you with the following piece of shallow garbage written by a feminist journalist—one Rebecca Dana—in a hip, trendy online publication:
By now, we all know the drill: How would this play if the sexes were reversed? How if some MRA wrote a story about men fighting back?
But that is not what the Script calls for. Oh no, according to the Script (known as female narcissism) it's all about teh wimminz, and as we know teh wimminz are "teh special", and the whole wide world revolves around teh wimminz, and it's only teh wimminz who ever, ever, ever suffer any form of misery at the hands of the opposite sex! Ever!
But seriously, what the hell have women got to "fight back" against? Since they are now the Royal Sex, I suppose they might justifiably fear a peasant rebellion? Hmmm, yeah. . . for sure! Peasant rebellions can be nasty all right!
Anyhow: the Script also specifies that "men are the problem" in some large, shadowy, abstract way which evades analysis and apparently requires none. And even though it's a pretty fair bet that half of all the evil in the world springs from a female source, we are sternly forbidden to ever let that stinky diseased cat out of the bag . . . aren't we?
So what do you think, is it time for women to be The Problem for a change? Do you reckon that men have been The Problem long enough now, and the ladies ought to step up and take their turn at the whipping post for a spell, just to even the score?
How if a wave of damn-the-torpedoes female-bashing and ridiculing suddenly erupted in the media and all across society? Of course, we know exactly how the feminists would take this. . . but screw them!
I think it is bound to happen eventually. What goes around comes around, and I believe that barring some miraculous, anomalous overnight change across the entire culture, such a development is inevitable. And not only inevitable, but a healthy thing that ought to be positively welcomed as a sympton of social progress and a restoration of collective sanity.
If it happens, it happens—and I will personally neither participate nor wag my finger at anybody who does! No, I will grab a beer and relax and deliver a few choice remarks about chickens coming home to roost.