Male Bashing & Feminism

I have become painfully aware of the bashing of men in Feminism. Are we really stooping so low to put men down in order to make ourselves feel stronger. In doing so I believe we are loosing our essence as women.


We have always been taught since childhood that when someone is mean to us, makes fun of us, or is plain evil to us it is because they are either jealous or insecure of themselves. Is this what we are doing in our Woman's Right Movement? Putting men down so we feel superior to them. Stripping them of their own incredible talents so we can have the upper hand? 

I support gender equality, in so much as women have their roles and man have theirs. If a man and woman have the same job they should indeed be getting paid the same wage but you shouldn't put down a woman who wants to be home raising their children. That is what that woman has chosen. How sad that  Feminism has become a bashing of both men and women following their basic instincts. Men who want to be the breadwinner and a woman who wants to be a mother. A mother who actually wants to be with her children and takes responsibility in their upbringing instead of allowing the schools or a random nanny to raise them. (Don't you ever wonder what you did wrong when your child is grown? Take a look at their upbringing, and how involved you were in it. Perhaps it would make a clearer picture of where you should put the blame. You are the only person who knows your child and what they need.)


Feminism has unfortunately, caused men to become weak and bitter against women. Perhaps and most likely a fault of their own, they have split off into extremes. The first is the man who is aggressive sexually never satisfying his need and uses it as a power tool over woman. Describing ever contour of the female body and how he will use it to his pleasure. Think of pop music today. The second man is timid and doesn't even know how to be a man, or he feels that women would reject his being a gentleman because it might offend her distorted view of femininity and make her feel inferior to him. This man has a second rate job (or no job at all since the 'honey' is the breadwinner) and becomes lazy and irritable and resembles a cranky female during 'that time of the month.' The third man has an ego larger that his own world and is basically, to put it simply feels 'to sexy for his shirt.' Therefore making it very difficult to find a good woman who can put up with his arrogance and insincerity.


Is this the outcome and purpose of feminism? Feminism created by whom and with what agenda? It seems we shall find out what true feminism is all about.

Introduction To Feminism

To cue you into what I am attempting to study, I am going in to the origins of Feminism and their male roots. Yes I said it "MALE" roots. Oh! You were unaware that men created the feminist movement? Ah! Well that is what we are going to be finding out together. Whether men started it because they actually wanted to help the plight of women or for their own selfish reasons. All this and more we will find out. 


Signing off for now
Dragonfly

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I should have something to write....
Do I want to write?
Why am I feeling forced?
Ruining my flow completely...
I haven't anyone to whom I am obligated to, 
Why do I feel this necessity?


 

Why Is My Cilantro Dying?

I noticed the last two days or so my cilantro plant was under the weather and thinking it had to do with lack of sun I brought him outside to enjoy the intense sunshine of Myrtle Beach. I soon realized that the "intense sunshine" was doing absolutely nothing to lighten his mood and he was looking worse, so i decided to research how to save my cilantro plant. So as any good modern person would do I googled "Why is my cilantro dying?" and like magic it answered my question. (Ahh how lazy we have become.... answers at our fingertips. We needn't truly research anything anymore. Even schools, when needing more that one source are allowed to use the internet for their multiple sources.) The gist of it came down to cilantro being hard to grow and some other reasons I can't seem to remember. So to not waste this amazing plant something had to be done. I decided to cut the leaves and make Sofrito!

Sofrito
1 Onion
1 Head of garlic (yes head not clove)
2 Jalapenos (if you don't like it to have a kick substitute with half green bell pepper)
1 Red pepper
Lots of cilantro ( I never really ever measured how much I put in, I like a lot of cilantro so I put a lot in it is up to your own taste buds. )


Chop up onions and peppers in to 1-2 inch chunks. ( This really depends on how good your blender or food processor is.) Combine with all other ingredients and blend to it becomes a little soupy. (See Picture above)
And Voila you have Ze Magnific Sofrito. I use this with rice, fish, chicken, beef, really be experimental it is a wonderful addition to a lot of different foods.
ENJOY!

My Garden

I am attempting my first garden. I have planted before when I was younger but never by myself. In my new home I have a very small piece of land and I decided to make the most of it. I planted 4 tomato plants, 1 chili pepper plant, 2 jalapeno pepper plants (for my hubby ;) 1 red bell pepper plant, 1 cucumber, and 1 yellow squash plant. I want to get an eggplant plant and maybe a blueberry bush I saw at Lowes, for some fruit but we shall have to see, unless I become neurotic and feel my garden is incomplete with out it. I have very rocky and sandy soil since I live very close to the beach but I am determined and this morning when I woke up my garden had perked up beautifully! Of course it is all up to GD and if GD wants it to grow it will! 

The Arboretum

Ahead of me is a figure, to me it looks like a giant bullfrog. I can make out the shapes of it's eyes and mouth squatting on the ground. It appears to be made out of stone. Behind it grows a small weeping willow with it's dresses hanging lifeless.

I see the leaves begin to don their new fall clothing before they become bare and naked awaiting their fresh new beginning. I can relate to the trees, it feels as if it were universal lesson all of us awaiting our fresh new beginning, whether for the first time or the hundredth, it matters not, for that is the point. We are made to renew ourselves hoping each year we will become even more beautiful than the year before.
Each person has their own view of the outfits of the trees, when it would seem they look the best. Be it spring with the new buds bringing new beginnings or the summer when the leaves are lustful in their dark and ripe green completely covered or fall where they sing out their differences and individualize themselves with beautiful displays of yellow, gold, brown, purple, red, and pinks. Or perhaps winter when they are vulnerable, bare and naked and can only prove who they truly are. During winter it is as if they are unashamed, free, knowing that true beauty is within. The rest of the trees seem to agree as they too take a chance and loose their facade and become bare waiting for their new beginning.


*I wrote this a few years ago when I lived in Philadelphia. I used to love going to the Curtis Arboretum. I always found it as a beautiful escape from the hum drums of city life. Every season was beautifully displayed there without too much interruption from human beings. 

Moving Blues

I now have tremendous respect for those in the moving profession. Although I believe they must all be quite mad to have made such a career choice, I nonetheless admire them. We moved four hours to our new home and rented a truck that we needed to return at the same place we rented it from. Starting at 9 A.M. we loaded the truck and headed to our new home. Arriving around 4 P.M. we unloaded some things, went to pick up some pieces of furniture we had just bought and finished unloading the truck. At 6 P.M. (after indulging in delicious dunkin donuts) we head back to drop off the truck and pick up the car. Picking up the car at 10 P.M., we then drive 4 more hours to our beautiful new home. Not being able to keep my eyes open I doze off a few times but not long enough to make the trip any shorter. We finally get home around 2 A.M. and try to get some sleep but alas sleep would rather be a tease. Somehow we must have dozed off because we awake to sounds of knocking at our door. Thinking it must be between 10 and 11 in the morning, since we were expecting the internet to be set up about that time, my husband drags himself out of bed to answer the door. I remain lazy and stay in bed feeling satisfied that I must have gotten enough sleep. My husband comes back into the room and I ask him what time it is. He reply with "It's 8:30." I needless to say, after hearing that am no longer satisfied with the amount of sleep I have gotten and I have never felt more exhausted. (Hilarious how your mind loves to harass you) So I drag myself out of bed and make the coffee. After the coffee we decide to inspect the house a bit and maybe get cleaned up and started on our day. Ah alas! The shower doesn't work. O and the air conditioning. O and did I mentions there aren't any screen on any of the windows so I am unable to open them to let in what is really a beautiful day with a lovely breeze. There are other things but so I don't sound as if I am complaining I will stop with that.... Unless I should mention that whilst trying to unpack my kitchen I must first wipe out and wash every cabinet.... Which is really making this all the more difficult. I really hope I don't have to move again for a while!
On a happy note.... I am very happy I am living here in my new house I just have some Moving Blues. O there I did it again. I have to add it somewhere.