In Iran, if a 12 year-old girl is forcefully impregnated by her father, she must carry the baby to term or spend life in prison.
Oops! My bad. I meant Mississippi, Texas, and Alabama.
patriarchy has been crystal clear: they NEED you to marry men. they NEED you to have the least amount of control possible over your own bodies. they NEED you in the church, they need you invested in religion, marriage, monogamy, the nuclear family. they NEED you isolated.
Etiquette rules for PhDs:
– Never mention your PhD under any circumstances.
– For instance, if you get a PhD, don't celebrate it online. It is indecent.
– Don’t even pursue a PhD (especially if you’re a woman).
- Never assert that you are particularly knowledgeable in your area of expertise
- But also never speak on things outside your area of expertise, even when literally everybody else online is weighing in
– Don’t be political in public. It damages your credibility.
- But also don't be political in private. Don't, for instance, use your right as a free citizen to attend political protests. It damages your credibililty.
– Never sound confident. Obviously, this is just how everybody talks online, but a PhD doing it is pretty arrogant if you think about it.
In short, PhDs should not exist, and if they do exist, they should at least have the decency to not participate in life.
@JJ_McCullough Remember it’s a cult meant to turn impressionable young men into angry, lonely adults. That’s why all of the maga dating gurus give horrible advice. It makes a lot more sense once you start realizing that the point is to exacerbate the male loneliness epidemic.
They’re invested in keeping guys lonely and depressed so they’re easier to prey on and manipulate. It’s why these influencers are hyper obsessed with posturing and body language nobody else cares about, they’re fostering an ecosystem of men dependent on the approval of other men
My father once told me the secret to a happy marriage.
“Stay out of the kitchen. Let her handle the holidays.”
I was 19. He was in his recliner.
My mother was cooking for 14 people.
She’d been up since 5 AM.
He’d been up since the football pregame.
I didn’t think anything of it.
That’s just how it was.
Fast forward 20 years.
I’m in the recliner.
My wife is in the kitchen.
She’s been up since 5 AM.
I’ve been up since the pregame.
My daughter walks by and I see her watching.
Not the TV.
Her mother.
Then me.
Then her mother again.
That’s when it hit me:
She’s taking notes.
My father taught me that holidays were for men to rest and women to work.
He didn’t say it.
He showed it.
Every Thanksgiving.
Every Christmas.
Every Easter.
The recliner passed from him to me like an inheritance I never asked for.
This morning I woke up at 4 AM.
Not for content.
For the turkey.
My wife found me in the kitchen at 6.
She didn’t say anything.
She just stood there.
Then she cried.
Your kids are taking notes.
Not on what you say.
On where you sit.
The recliner is an inheritance.
Be the generation that stands up.
Happy one year anniversary to the post that turned my quiet little life upside down and allowed me to build the one I always dreamed of. To the smell of success 🥂