Ashrams and Cowbells

I know some are sick of the "feministic" - I felt a little sympathetic and then a bit guilty until Michael Moore reminded me that if I blogged about vaginas everyday of my life it couldn't put a dent in the milleniums of 'his'tory we women folk have had to endure.
So I do not appologize, I do not care about hurt male egos, I don't mind if I am labled or boring or stuck in a cructh rut. I don't care if men like me. I don't care if women like me. I don't care if I'm cold or hard or spiteful or vindictive or unapproachable or scary.

The fact of the matter is I love men. I really really love men. No sarcasm. I do.

I just think the world would be a whole lot better if women had ashrams and men wore cow bells and did what they were told.

Arguing about feminine power at my Friday night lime, an english white alpha male, though perfect gentleman, said he was completely about equality. "I cook...I clean..." The mere fact that he equated gender with domestic chores spoke volumes about where he located women's liberation. He didn't say "I put others needs before my own, I sacrifice my happiness for my loved ones." or "I give value to my emotions, I feel my partners grief" or "I acknowledge God as mother, I nurture Her creation" or even "I would gladly give the better years of my life to service, pushing an eight pound ball out of an orffice if I could feel another's living soul within me." No. He'll fry an egg and wash the pan to make things fair and square. Charming.

Of course, I never get too ruffled by male ignorance. I tell everyone- keep expectations of men low. They will always meet your expectations. I had to interject with a bit of snap though so I said "Equality isn't about cooking and cleaning- It's about men acknowledging their inferiority."

The one thing I will say about the Y chromosone however, is it certainly affords men the gall, the tenacity and the confidence to fool women into a position of subordination. Men are genetically programmed master brainwashers. Thus my moment of apprehension prior to writing about gender. I often wonder how many other aspects of my life are still goverened by the male agenda unbeknownst to my consciousness. And what about those poor women who shake their heads and tsu tsu tsu at any hint of 'self-reclaimation' contented by the fact that their man cooks and cleans? Ah women. Let us build ashrams and cowbells. Have we not slept long enough?