An Open Letter Of Apology To American Women
Dear American Women,
I am sorry you were born as females in the west. Because of the toxic
culture you’ve been marinated in you will never fully appreciate just
how fortunate you are to have been afforded the privileged lives you
enjoy. None of this is your fault, of course. Whether you like it or
not, third-wave feminism is to blame and it has quite literally stolen
any chance you have for true happiness as a woman.
From an early age you will be told that you are princesses and
deserve the best of everything simply because you were born with
vaginas. There is some truth to this, but not for the reason you’ve been
raised to believe.
You see, you could be princesses and eventually even someone’s queen
worthy of the utmost respect. The truth is, you are more valuable than
men from a reproductive standpoint. But before you pump your fists,
those titles and the respect that comes with them are ones you must
earn. This takes time, temperance, and discipline.
Unfortunately because this is bestowed upon you far before you have
earned it, it is merely a moniker and nothing more. You were all
rewarded with something you didn’t work for, could not understand, and
were grossly ill-equipped to mentally process. This explains why you
have a strong sense of entitlement.
The only time you will be treated the
same as males is when you are infants. You will be coddled and nurtured
as you should be. You will be the center of attention wherever you’re
taken because of your innocence and representation of new life.
You will start to notice a change in the way you’re treated compared
to boys when you become a toddler. While the boys are taught to share,
you will be taught that all you need to do is ask for something and it
will be given to you because you are a girl and that means you deserve
what you want.
If you do not get what you want, you are indirectly taught to up the
intensity of your request by crying or throwing a tantrum until you get
it. This is a trait that will stick with you for decades to come and
will turn you into overgrown children, which is far from attractive or
cute.
You will also begin to notice that boys are punished more than you
are. While your teachers and parents sugarcoat or explain away your
bratty temperaments (a direct result of the entitlement serum), the boys
are often sent to the corner and told that there is no excuse for their
reckless behavior. At some point they are given “special medicine” to
tamp down their natural energy. This tells you they are inherently
flawed, which will inflate your false sense of superiority over males.
I’m sorry that the depreciation of your value as a female begins in
earnest at such a young age when you reach high school (and for some of
you, middle school). Your insufferable behavior continues to be rewarded
and your need for attention has become a full-blown addiction. Like a
heroin addict you’ll do anything to get your attention fix to validate
yourself, not the least of which is giving away your most valuable
asset: your virginity.
For the moment you relinquish your flower to a male other than your
husband, your expiration date quickly moves ever closer to your
windshield and will soon be in your rear view mirror, where objects are
not closer than they appear.
I’m sorry for having to break the news to you that college is the
worst thing that can happen to you as a woman. The endless drinking,
partying, sex romps with hordes of males, spring breaks, and the
continued deprogramming of your biological hard drive, while fun and
exciting, accelerates your depreciation in value.
You will think you are on your way to becoming a strong and
independent woman who “has it all,” but this is not what is happening to
you. Everything around you tells you that college is the path to true
happiness,m but you will later come to realize that campus life has
damaged you far beyond repair and unfortunately you will have this
epiphany much too late.
So now you’re in your early 20s. You’ve got your degree in women’s
studies, the world is your oyster and your best days are ahead of you.
You’re not even thinking about marriage at this point in your life, and
why should you? You’ve got plenty of time to keep the party going so
there’s no rush to lock down a man and have a family. Men will always be
around so you’ll walk down the aisle with your soulmate when you’re
damn good and ready.
In the meantime you will continue to drink and sleep around to “get
it out of your system” before you settle down. After all, the strong and
powerful women in sitcoms, movies, and reality shows put off marriage
and children to have fun and they have it all now so you will too right?
I’m sorry to tell you that the answer is an emphatic no.
Time passes quickly and before you know it you’re pushing 30. You’ve
had a few relationships, some heartbreak, plenty of drama (because it
was totally his fault you cheated on him), and maybe an abortion or two.
Your breasts are beginning to sag, you’ve put on a few extra pounds,
and your skin doesn’t glow like it did in your teens.
Oh sure, you’re still getting attention from men—but you’re not quite
as attractive as you used to be. Your friends will tell you you’re as
hot as ever and that you’re aging like a fine
wine, but the lack of attention from the men that made your vagina buzz
like a beehive in your college days is a grim reminder that you’re
being lied to.
But you are far from a bottle of Dom Perignon. You’re more like a
gallon of milk. You still look drinkable within your container (push up
bras, butt-padded jeans, makeup, etc.) but your smell and texture betray
you when you’re opened, and for that I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you
aren’t as physically viable as a long-term partner. The good news,
however, is that you’ll still be considered for one night stands.
Roosh has stated that the wall is softer than we think.
He says that no matter how many cocks your semen-stained vaginas have
been penetrated by, there will always be a man available to rescue you
from your bad decisions and save you from spinsterdom. I’m sorry to tell
you he is only half right.
Yes, there will be plenty of thirsty men who will put a ring on it,
put a couple of kids in you, and give you the white picket suburban life
you think you are entitled to. But the men willing to forgive your past
transgressions are far from ones you dreamed of ending up with in your
Disney and Rom Com fantasies.
What you didn’t realize while you were getting plowed through your
teens and twenties is that more men you share your body with, the less
able you are to sexually bond to your husband or any other male for that
matter. This leads to dissatisfaction with the life you didn’t deserve
in the first place and inevitably leads to divorce.
Okay so it’s not all bad. You’ll laugh it up with your friends about
how you nabbed the kids and half his money. You’ll parade your tattooed
flavor of the week and brag about the headboard-rattling sex you have
while the kids are at their pathetic father’s for the weekend. But after
discovering that being a single mother is neither as glamorous or as
marketable as you thought, you’ll become bitter and blame everyone but
yourselves.
Then one day you’ll wake up at 38 and wonder where all the time has gone and why you don’t have what you deserve.
At this point, your lives are effectively over and for that I am
truly sorry. You can tell yourselves you don’t need a man or that there
are other things that can give you fulfillment, but your biological
makeup tells you otherwise. You know full-well the only thing that will
make you truly happy is to belong to a man who loves and takes care of
you. You’ll hold out hope that the man of your dreams is still out there
and he may well be. Unfortunately he views you as nothing more than a
slump-buster to fill his time between younger, more nubile versions of
you.
You got a raw deal ladies and I feel bad for you because you’re
destined to be miserable. You were sold a bad bill of goods by men and
women and it has cost you true happiness. You were never told that a
stay-at-home mom is every bit as valuable and important to a nuclear
family as the breadwinner, or that your degree doesn’t attract men to
you in droves. You were told to seize the day, live for the moment, and
YOLO. How were you supposed to know what the long-term consequences
were?
Please accept my apology for the unfair lives you have all been born into. Each and every one of you deserves much better.
