So what will happen is that she will fall in a post birth depression, take a lot of pills and hate the patriarchy for having a child in the first place.
The child will hate his mom, will not trust any women and treat them as a service for sex. Most likely be successful to spite the manipulative hating harpy that will hate her own son for being a successful white man.
I suspect what will happen is that by age 5, having spent their entire life being told how bad they are for being male, little Bennett there is going to be clamouring to get himself carved up so mummy doesn't hate him any more.
I can't even make a joke out of that. It's just fucking depressing.
I have toddler son who is absolutely glued to my wife's hip. (Much the same why my daughter is glued to me. Almost like the sexes are desgined to be in communion with each other or something.)
The concept of a mother hating her son for being her son is baffling, saddening, and rage inducing all at the same time. What manner of evil is this that it can overcome and pervert even our most basic instincts?
The insidious kind of evil that disguises itself as good.
I very much doubt she'd characterise her own behaviour as "hateful", she probably thinks she's trying to make her son "better", even if she manages to drive them to make dramatic changes at a young age to please her - even if she manages to drive him to end it all when he realises that he will never please the bigot I suspect her to be.
She'll be sad, she'll be heartbroken, and she'll say that poor Bennett was unable to overcome his male heritage as she looks for the next life she can, in the name of virtue, leach of all meaning and hope of happiness.
Most women seek out indignation because it gives them that sweet dopamine.
What if you could literally give birth to a perpetual indignation machine? What if the very sight of your own child could fuel your orgasmic outrage I definitely?
So what will happen is that she will fall in a post birth depression, take a lot of pills and hate the patriarchy for having a child in the first place.
The child will hate his mom, will not trust any women and treat them as a service for sex. Most likely be successful to spite the manipulative hating harpy that will hate her own son for being a successful white man.
I suspect what will happen is that by age 5, having spent their entire life being told how bad they are for being male, little Bennett there is going to be clamouring to get himself carved up so mummy doesn't hate him any more.
I can't even make a joke out of that. It's just fucking depressing.
I have toddler son who is absolutely glued to my wife's hip. (Much the same why my daughter is glued to me. Almost like the sexes are desgined to be in communion with each other or something.)
The concept of a mother hating her son for being her son is baffling, saddening, and rage inducing all at the same time. What manner of evil is this that it can overcome and pervert even our most basic instincts?
The insidious kind of evil that disguises itself as good.
I very much doubt she'd characterise her own behaviour as "hateful", she probably thinks she's trying to make her son "better", even if she manages to drive them to make dramatic changes at a young age to please her - even if she manages to drive him to end it all when he realises that he will never please the bigot I suspect her to be.
She'll be sad, she'll be heartbroken, and she'll say that poor Bennett was unable to overcome his male heritage as she looks for the next life she can, in the name of virtue, leach of all meaning and hope of happiness.
Absolutely spot analysis.
Most women seek out indignation because it gives them that sweet dopamine.
What if you could literally give birth to a perpetual indignation machine? What if the very sight of your own child could fuel your orgasmic outrage I definitely?