The purpose of women as traditionally understood is to have & nurture babies. That's what they're built for, not competing against men as equals in the brutish world. But feminism decades ago went to war against things traditional, even the traditional understanding of biology.
Well, evolutionary biology is providing much corroboration to the traditional views of the sexes. This started for me way back in 1991 by hearing an interview with Anne Moirs, the author of Brain Sex, which made much hay of reporting on studies showing that brain wiring and endocrinology make the sexes different, giving legitimacy to traditional views of sex differences. She was apologetic about it then. The years have only given added strength to her thesis. One of the UK reviewers, where Ms. Moirs hails, wrote, "Women talk, and men drive." Hm-um.
This is not to say I excuse lack of opportunities for women or sex discrimination. I refuse to use "gender" incorrectly. I don't. My wife works outside the home, for instance. More power to her.
But she's also the mother of four children. God bless her. And she leads me to believe that I'm the father of all of them.
Well, some feminists who drank the Kool-aid are not happy campers. Not happy at all. Their biological clocks have stuck the dooming chime on the last of their fertility and they are wondering what it's all for. The good job, the vacations, the nice clothes...
They want a baby, dammit!
Well, evolutionary biology is providing much corroboration to the traditional views of the sexes. This started for me way back in 1991 by hearing an interview with Anne Moirs, the author of Brain Sex, which made much hay of reporting on studies showing that brain wiring and endocrinology make the sexes different, giving legitimacy to traditional views of sex differences. She was apologetic about it then. The years have only given added strength to her thesis. One of the UK reviewers, where Ms. Moirs hails, wrote, "Women talk, and men drive." Hm-um.
This is not to say I excuse lack of opportunities for women or sex discrimination. I refuse to use "gender" incorrectly. I don't. My wife works outside the home, for instance. More power to her.
But she's also the mother of four children. God bless her. And she leads me to believe that I'm the father of all of them.
Well, some feminists who drank the Kool-aid are not happy campers. Not happy at all. Their biological clocks have stuck the dooming chime on the last of their fertility and they are wondering what it's all for. The good job, the vacations, the nice clothes...
They want a baby, dammit!
I am childless and I am angry. Angry that I was so foolish to take the word of my feminist mothers as gospel. Angry that I was daft enough to believe female fulfilment [sic] came with a leather briefcase.
It was wrong. It was crap.
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