To be neither slut nor slave

I’ve only just discovered the ‘phenomenon’ that is Tucker Max.

He makes me sad. Tucker seems to revel in his disdain of the fairer sex, mocking and humiliating his conquests publicly. Yet what mystifies me more is how he keeps getting women into his bed.

If women would just say no to idiots like him, he would have nothing left to blog about. Which leads me to question the whole modern notion of feminism and freedom.

No, I’m no prude. I think a woman’s honour does not lie between her legs and who she chooses to sleep with is frankly no one’s business. A woman should have sovereignty over her own body, but that power is precious. Why then do women squander it so freely?

Let’s be honest. We women empower men like Tucker. If he didn’t get any, he wouldn’t be Tucker Max.

It scares me, the current culture where women are either objectified, subjugated, or made to feel inferior. In ancient Celtic culture, women were warriors and equals.

Read this quote on Celtic women in the old days:

“Celtic women then achieved high positions in society and a standing which their sisters in the majority of other contemporary European societies did not have. They were able to govern; they played an active part in political; social and religious life. They could be warriors, doctors, physicians, judges and poets. They could own property and remain the owner even when married. They had sexual freedom, were free to choose their partners and divorce, and could claim damages if molested. Celtic women could, and often did, lead their men into battle.”

Women were honoured for their minds, their battle prowess, their courage. But now women are praised for being pretty, empty-headed dollies whose only power seems to be to manipulate sex-obsessed men. And are despised for it. So-called women’s magazines don’t cater to women – they cater to an industry made around making women more desirable (physically) to men.

I admit that sometimes it hurts to hear that I’m destined to be an old maid because I have ‘too strong a personality’ or that I’m ‘too smart’. But if it’s the price I have to pay for being able to say that I achieved whatever I did in life with my mind and hard work, then I pay it gladly.

Feminism isn’t about waging war with the male species. It’s about reconnecting, finding that place where once we walked side-by-side as equals. Different in ways the other could appreciate, complementing each other instead of waging a war of dominance.

So, women, embrace being women and love men being men. And for God’s sake, quit giving Tucker Max pussy.

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