Imagine this, if you will, in or about 1950 Hugh Hefner and other men like him, asked themselves the question, “How can we maximize the number of women we have sex with, avoiding all responsibility for disease or pregnancy or marriage?” They were highly motivated to achieve this orgiastic Nirvana.
A few of these highly motivated men said, “What about this Feminism? What if we played on women’s desire for power and independence from men and turned it into enslavement to men?”
“What are you talking about?” others asked, pantingly.
“We introduce the idea that for a female to be a real, independent, powerful woman, like a man, she should be like us: looking for sexual conquest, oblivious to disease and pregnancy—tough, calling her own shots.”
“Hey, that’s brilliant,” said another of the group. “We appeal to the human ego. Be powerful all you women, be like a man. Go after your sexual conquests. He isn’t screwing you. You’re screwing him! Load up for battle, get that pill, stash those rubbers, and get out there and show man who’s boss.”
“This is genius. We get women to believe that being strong and independent means screwing man after man. We all get our turn, and with no responsibility or ramification. You deserve a medal, Man.”
“And, better yet, we can add that real independence is ‘having control over one’s own body’ meaning if she does get pregnant, she heads right into the abortionist for a scraping.”
“Oh, Man, now you’re getting greedy.”
“No, no, a segment of women who are ego driven will swallow this pill (again, no pun intended) and push this like it’s their own idea. And a bunch of other women will acquiesce because of peer pressure. Some women will even pat each other on the back and give each other awards for this.”
“You are a genius, Man. This could be more fun than our wildest dreams.”
And so it was, from a little seed (no pun intended) planted by the ever lascivious male part of the population, feminism became women consuming health-altering contraceptive drugs at their sole expense, allowing one penis after another to penetrate them, without marriage, and if pregnancy should occur, putting their back on the abortion table to show that man who’s really boss.
And that segment of the female population did buy it hook, line, and sinker. Even today they proudly assert their fandom for and portrayal of Sex and the City and similar stories which espouse that original ruse that it’s the woman running things, fornicating her way to social and financial advancement. And those men of the Hugh Hefner generation, and today’s version, continue to have that “fun” beyond their wildest dreams.
A fifty year and counting avalanche of STDs, abortion, single motherhood, poverty, and divorce rolls along. And this very moment, the “Hefners” applaud from the back of the ballroom (no pun intended) as another feminist proudly receives another award for power and independence.
It don’t get any better than that…Man.
Posted by John Christian