Little Things

From Red Pill Girl,

I was cleaning out my car and something about my youngest’s booster seat caught my eye that I had never noticed before, the word “Fabulous!” in the middle of a heart on the headrest.

I guess I had chosen the seat simply because it was pink, but had never given much thought to the fabric. Lo and behold as I looked closer I saw in other hearts all over the chair these words, too:

• Princess
• Sweetie
• Sassy
• Heart-breaker

It made me ponder the “go girl” culture that would put such words on a female toddler chair, and how early the “You are fabulous because you are a female” indoctrination begins and how widespread and almost invisible it has become in our culture.

There is the concept of what is called the pussy pass.  Normally it is associated with larger transgressions such as the all too common female teacher sleeping with a teen crime.  A male teacher gets a harsh sentence, while a comparable female gets off lightly, especially if she is pretty.

But there are smaller transgressions that women engage in with impunity.  RPG’s example above is just one.  typically there were at one time rules about such things, but the boundaries have been pushed.  Girls/women can do/ get away with so many more things these days.  There has been no corresponding  loosening of rules on the male side.

Furthermore, there are the things that women were allowed to get away with during the days of the Evil Patriarchy.  Perhaps some of this laxity was due to women’s nature, perhaps some of it was due to just “making things kind of even in a sense”; but those rules are here to stay.  For example, back in my blue pill days, I was waiting in a McDonald’s line.  The woman ahead of me kept hemming and hawing for minutes on end as to what she wanted to order.  She could have figured it out while she was waiting in line.  I was not sympathetic — equal rights and all. I viewed her as I would a man.  Finally she realized what a scene she was creating and turned around to me.  She said, “I can do this, as I am a woman, and women can change their minds”.  I am tall and stocky.  I engaged my INT death stare.  She was taken aback.  She expected all of the privileges of old to still be in place.  My attitude at the time was, “equal rights baby”.

Your privileges are mine, my privileges are mine, they’re all mine.

All of these seemingly modest “privileges” still retained, plus new ones obtained, all adding up to quite a benefit for women (or sometimes just apparent benefit).  This is all just one more aspect of modern life that discounts and disincentivizes men.  But one hardly notices.  Perhaps that is intentional.

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