Living - for now - testaments to the New Woman
Fascinating to watch 'em crash and burn, victims of their own design.
Madonna and Angelina Jolie, the embodiment of the spirit of the New
Woman, of Having It All. Sexually active while barely into their teens,
an unfathomable number of subsequent partners (of both sexes),
glittering careers, vast wealth, late onset "families", some of whom
were purchased ready-made, home-wrecking, abandoned marriages (...AJ
says of her first husband 'the greatest husband a girl could have......but I needed freedom'), feted and rewarded for dishing out democracy and women's rights to all those cute faces the rest of us see only on TV.
What more could the independent grrrlll of today ask for?
But now? Being nearly twenty years older than she, Madonna reveals what awaits Jolie. Excluding paid hangers-on she's now abandoned, alone and unwanted, so detested by her dysfunctional "family" that she used the law on her son when he chose in desperation to flee to his father. A bitter, squalling hair-trigger shrew, ricocheting between rage and self-pity as she frantically struggles to hang on to her collapsing career, each performance becoming more and more an exercise in self-parody.
And Angelina? Twenty five years of feminist freedom have left her a physical and emotional wreck with yet another disintegrating marriage and a squad of mainly purchased children spiralling out-of-control. Luckily her non-stop filming, human rights status-whoring and stints in rehab mean she incurs minimal personal inconvenience from these little horrors. But pity the surrogate parents!
At least Madonna and Angelina have the wealth to purchase hangers-on and luxury. And, catastrophic as the results might have been, they have fulfilled their basic biological imperative by spawning their own offspring. But what about the ordinary woman, seduced during her (long vanished) youth by the feminist illusion, and now toiling at her useless career in a tiny impersonal cubicle? For every Angelina or Madonna there are literally millions like her, and for whom a bleak future beckons.
Having decided to put off settling down she's horrified at the speed with which her child-bearing years are disappearing, while all those disposable 'good men' whom she confidently put to one side at an earlier time are no longer available, being married and/or interested only in girls a lot younger than she. The liberated kind of girl who dispenses sexual favours with reckless abandon....like she herself used to do. But now as her eggs atrophy in her drying ovaries she's doomed to an atomised life with just cats as a surrogate family, doomed to negotiate a Darwinian cul-de-sac.
While I do feel a small tinge of schadenfreude at the fate of such women I also recognise that they're victims.
What more could the independent grrrlll of today ask for?
But now? Being nearly twenty years older than she, Madonna reveals what awaits Jolie. Excluding paid hangers-on she's now abandoned, alone and unwanted, so detested by her dysfunctional "family" that she used the law on her son when he chose in desperation to flee to his father. A bitter, squalling hair-trigger shrew, ricocheting between rage and self-pity as she frantically struggles to hang on to her collapsing career, each performance becoming more and more an exercise in self-parody.
And Angelina? Twenty five years of feminist freedom have left her a physical and emotional wreck with yet another disintegrating marriage and a squad of mainly purchased children spiralling out-of-control. Luckily her non-stop filming, human rights status-whoring and stints in rehab mean she incurs minimal personal inconvenience from these little horrors. But pity the surrogate parents!
At least Madonna and Angelina have the wealth to purchase hangers-on and luxury. And, catastrophic as the results might have been, they have fulfilled their basic biological imperative by spawning their own offspring. But what about the ordinary woman, seduced during her (long vanished) youth by the feminist illusion, and now toiling at her useless career in a tiny impersonal cubicle? For every Angelina or Madonna there are literally millions like her, and for whom a bleak future beckons.
Having decided to put off settling down she's horrified at the speed with which her child-bearing years are disappearing, while all those disposable 'good men' whom she confidently put to one side at an earlier time are no longer available, being married and/or interested only in girls a lot younger than she. The liberated kind of girl who dispenses sexual favours with reckless abandon....like she herself used to do. But now as her eggs atrophy in her drying ovaries she's doomed to an atomised life with just cats as a surrogate family, doomed to negotiate a Darwinian cul-de-sac.
While I do feel a small tinge of schadenfreude at the fate of such women I also recognise that they're victims.
Victims of feminism, the single most evil and destructive movement ever to beset the White race.
A curse which most of us, men and women, have fallen under at one time
or another. We now need to unambiguously proclaim that this has been a
Jewish movement from start to finish, a fundamental component of the
Cultural Marxist Revolution developed to destroy the White Christian
family and with it the unique civilisation to which it gave birth.
Feminism's intellectual genesis in the Frankfurt School, its icons such
as Frieden and Dworkin, and its brainwashing enablers in news and
entertainment have been overwhelmingly Jewish. As long as this central
reality is denied or ignored there never will be a solution, a solution
whereby our women revert to being friends and partners, not adversaries.
So let the deprogramming begin!
So let the deprogramming begin!
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