Just imagine. The entire modern economy, pretty much anywhere, but certainly in any “Western” nation, is now based on the idea that everyone male and female, works full time…
Universities have become wholly female-dominated. So have many, many professional fields. Most workplaces cater to the wants of middle-class women. So does most government messaging. So does the entire “field” of HR and recruiting…
At the same time, birth rates are crashing to totally unsustainable levels. Children aren’t raised properly at all, and are shipped off to “childcare” or to older relatives, as early as possible. Parents no longer no, or care, how to raise kids.
Cook for your family? Congrats, you’re an outlier. Most people seem to view cooking as some sort of “luxury”, and instead base most meals on either frozen shit, or takeaway and deliver, depending on their background…
Marriage is broken, and hell, most millennials don’t even bother with it. Divorces are higher than ever, and many couples barely even see, or talk to, each other, let alone their kids, anymore. So many kids are from broken homes, now, whatever their background or race…
Yet jobs are still flying offshore (never mind automation. It’s not there yet), and immigrants are still piling in to every Western country, partly to keep the birth rates up, and partly to keep house prices and rents ever increasing… Oh, and to push wages down, of course.
This, despite more “locals” working than ever before. This, despite women demanding ever more catering to from corporate, and all of the “equity” bullshit…
There’s no way any of this is sustainable, and yet it is everywhere… In every single “developed” country.
Some people here like to talk about Russia, but christ, look at their birth rates. Look at China, too. It’s not just “American allies and adjacents” that this is affecting. It’s almost everywhere, with a few very notable exceptions…
Amazing to think that “women's rights” and runaway corporatism, plus unlimited contraceptives (arguably) may be what dooms us, let alone all the trans kids raised on hormones shit…
I would say that maybe some parts of humanity can still correct this ship, but I’m not so sure anymore…
I doubt even in 1980 people would have thought that fucking Nigeria and India would inherit the Earth, but here we are…
/rant
I'm not a fan of the passive language from the right when it comes to this issue. I don't believe women "were convinced" by some malicious evil force that traditional feminine roles were a bad thing. I believe that choice of language deflects too much responsibility away from women themselves. The material opulence of our society played on the materialism and hypergamy that is inherent to women's psychology and caused many if not most women to abandon traditional roles in favour of a fantasy where they could "have it all.". Feminism is not the cause of that: it's just a word we use for the result. Feminism, as Karen Straughan and Alison Tieman used to say, is just the weaponization of female nature.
Especially children
Child soldiers are prized by warlords precisely because of their cruelty.
It’s just that traditional feminine roles are…fucking BRUTAL, son. BRUTAL. 24 hours a day, all day, every day, with no rest, no relaxation, sleep deprivation…it’s fucking intense. For example…your son is almost two and he’s started having night terrors, as most do at this age. He’s currently sharing a room with your 3 year old, so when the two year old wakes up screaming at 2:37am, this means the 3 year old wakes up, as well. You finally get them both back to sleep around 4am, and you just bring the 2 year old to bed with you. Your husband is snoring, so you have trouble going back to sleep, and the two year old kicks soooo much. You drift off around 6, and the 45 mins of sleep you get is worse then nothing because when the 3 year old wakes you up at 7, your eyes feel like they’re being dragged into shreds by sandpaper eyelids. This has been going on for a little over 3 years now. Your Fit-Watch has you at an average of 4 hours of sleep per night, and your sleep score is 32. It’s been this way for 3 years. Nonetheless! You start pounding coffee while you dress the 3 year old. The morning begins with a fight. He wants to wear the puppy shirt. The baby vomited on the puppy shirt yesterday, though. Ok! Redirect! “Oh, the puppies are still sleeping and they’re so yucky…they’re taking a morning bath! Let’s pick…how about the DINOSAUR shirt, or the BASEBALL shirt?” The 3 year old’s lip begins to quiver. “Puuuuupppppies!!!!” “HEY BUDDY, will you please wear me today? I miss you and I want to go out!” You make the dinosaur shirt talk and plead. Just as the 3 year old begins to slowly smile, you hear a cry from the other room. Fuck fuck fuck. You run to get the baby before he wakes up your husband. Unfortunately, the 3 year old begins to sob because his dinosaur shirt abruptly stopped speaking. You’re so tired you see the floor dip and you almost fall while stumbling in the early morning light to go get the baby. This is the first 10 minutes of your day. Wait until they start fighting because one didn’t high five the snowman. This is all day, every day, non stop, 24/7. It’s just that working is so, so, so, so much fucking easier. You get lunch breaks and bathroom breaks and you can talk to adults. You are taking the kids to the slides today. You have to make breakfast so you have the 3 year old “help,” but when you turn around after beating the eggs, he’s removes ALL of the pots and pans instead of the pan and spatula you gave him. Now the kitchen floor is strewn with pots and pans. The two year old has started yelling “AD!AD!” At the top of his lungs because the shapes cartoon has been interrupted by a commercial. Your husband comes down to a floor strewn with pots and pans and the youngest screaming. You’re eyes burn. Take a sip of coffee. Start singing and putting back the pots and pans while telling the 3 year old that we’re only using ONE pan for the omelette. The two year old is still pissed about the ad. After breakfast, you need to bathe the two year old because he’s covered with omelette. Now you have dishes. “Bye!” Says your husband, and holy shit…you feel soooooo jealous. I’m on my phone for the FIRST time all day and it’s now 9:45 AT NIGHT. I can assume I have about one hour to chill before one or the other wakes up. That’s it. I need to get off my phone soon, because now…laundry awaits. There is NO off time. My husband, however, has been chilling after dinner for the last several hours. Why? He works. Me? No, I don’t “work.” See why women bail on this? I won’t because I care about my legacy but some days I want to just lay down and go the mother fuck to sleep.