Feminism multiplies curses.
Rather than multiplying disciples by faithful, fruitful child-rearing and evangelism, feminism seeks to multiply mayhem by clamoring for the curse it didn't get.
Feminists would rather work for someone else's husband than serve their own. They would rather watch someone else's children for a paycheck than watch their own for posterity. They would rather take care of someone else's sick relatives for the sake of revenue than comfort and care for their own sick at home for the sake of relationship. They would rather be in charge of the spreadsheets at the office for prestige than those in their own kitchens for productivity. They would rather balance the budgets of someone else's money in order to earn some of it for their efforts than spend their days balancing their own in order to manage their household.
Feminism believes that the thorns and thistles of the workplace perfectly complement the pain and discomfort of being a female. Feminism multiplies sorrow and does not lift even a finger to help a woman carry it. Feminism assumes masculinity as the center and harangues women into aspiring for it. Feminism despises men because they are naturally better at being masculine than it is.
Feminism is envy in a pantsuit. It cannot have what it wants or ever be content with what it currently has. It would rather attempt to have a double-portion of bad news than to be content with the blessing of only having its own curses to deal with. It demands, "Ladies first!" whether it be the front of the lunch line or the first for the firing squad.
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