"This is the generation of the great LEVIATHAN, or rather, to speak more reverently of that mortal god, to which we own under the immortal God, our peace and defense." -Thomas Hobbes: Leviathan
The following is taken from this comment here on Dalrock’s blog.
I’m a woman with a woman problem.
Allow me to explain.
As I wrote in about a million blog posts, I feel shame and disgust every time I hear about divorce statistics and then learn, invariably, that the majority were filed by a woman, or read another “Where have all the good men gone” whine-fest by some hitting-the-wall post-alpha fux and faaaabulous-career-having 39-and-eleven-twelfths-year old woman, or read another sex-pozzy feminist essay extolling the virtues of sluttery and minimizing the impact of incurable gonorrhea.
But I’m afraid something has been missing from the conversation. Yes, feminism is very close to the cause of the problem. But perhaps even more primary is the refusal of so many women to acknowledge their own emotional lives — their rebellious and bratty impulses, their unjustified sense of entitlement, their hormone-addled youthful lust and 30-something baby rabies— and assert control over themselves.
The female refusal of self-awareness and self-mastery is especially galling given the arrogant trope one still hears so often among women when they get together to bellyache about the men in their lives (or the men they wish were in their lives). “He’s just so boring. He never wants to (listen to me) talk (endlessly)” must be the most common shorthand statement of disrespect in the world.
Implication: If only men could be more like women — gossipy, dramatic, emotional, irrational — then maybe we could join them in becoming philosophers and managers and poets and priests and executives and artists and statesman. But alas…
The fact of the matter is that the overwhelming majority of divorces, regret-sex-false-rape-accusations, and abortions in human history have been initiated by women — quite often by women in a hissy fit.
Remember that the next time you hear a woman suggest that a man’s display of any beta characteristics (or, God forbid, his expressions of any preference for a woman who is not an aging, fat, tattooed, STD-riddled, unsubmissive, sour, careerist) disqualifies him from respect or deference, or precludes him from taking on a position of authority.
This is what psychologists call projection: The attribution of qualities to someone else that one wishes to deny in oneself. Women find it extremely difficult to control their emotional and sexual impulses, but they’re embarrassed to admit their weakness. So they blame it on men, who are forever being accused of provoking, seducing, enticing women into bad behavior.
Civilization is positively overflowing with examples.
Think of Adam, blamed for not preventing poor, unsuspecting Eve transgressing the Lord’s will and launching humanity onto the path of sin.
Think of countless religiously based rules and restrictions on how men must restrict who they can have sex with and their obligations to provide for and protect – even unto death – their family— rules and restrictions that exist to keep them from leaving women to live in mud huts without indoor plumbing or iPhones.
Think of how the remnants of these strictures in our time lead some women to persist in claiming to be victims of abuse over every little thing just because their husbands insisted on reasonable behavior or didn’t kiss their asses.
Girls are sugar and spice and everything nice, don’t you know.
Actually, I don’t know that at all — and neither do you.
I’ll be blunt: Either women are capable of mastering their emotions and impulses, of displaying self-control and self-restraint, or the entire civilizational edifice of morality is a crock.
Morality stands or falls with the human capacity to override emotions and impulses — to do what’s right even when doing what’s wrong would be simpler, more satisfying, or more pleasurable.
Is moral self-mastery difficult? Of course it is. That’s precisely what makes it admirable. Giving in to our wanton desire to take what we want — or lashing out in fury at a person’s, or a gender’s, or the world’s refusal to give us what we want — is always easier than putting ourselves in another’s place, recognizing his or her intrinsic dignity, and restraining our urge to treat that person as a means to our own pleasure, satisfaction, and post-divorce child-support cash-n-prizes.
But what is difficult is not impossible.
It is long past time for women to own their emotional lives and stop shirking responsibility for the entitled, disrespectful, and sometimes ruinous actions they undertake while under the sway of their unruly passions, drives, and media-induced Eat-Pray-Love-divorce-porn fantasies.
The men you sleep with, like the world itself, owes you absolutely nothing. Let that be seared into the brain of every carousel-riding, nice-guy-nuclear-rejecting, frivorcing, date-rape-accusing, mass-unborn-baby-murdering woman in America.
That, and nothing less, is what it would take to solve my woman problem — and ours.