Girls are best at gaming

[heavenintheabyss]

I love women.

[Shatter]

As 95& of previous posters, i agree this is bull.

The truth is guys, women always complain about their rights and fight for "equality" but what they really want is MORE power than men.

Women have come so far in todays society in terms of gender equality.
BUT as they gain more power do the feminist groups decrease? You'd think so BUT NO, the groups just grow and grow.

Where are the male support groups? There is none. Why? Because most of us don't bother bitching about such trivial matters.

Get back in the kitvhen bitches!

End Rant.

Some militant feminists do seem to be looking more for reparations than actual equality. But, then, as the saying goes, "If you would hit the mark, you must aim above it."

Feminist groups *are* decreasing. Do you see big bra-burning days anymore?

But as more problems are solved, more always show up. It's the way of things. Think about it like food. You're eating a three-course dinner of potato soup, steak, and a chaser of blueberry pie. I have bread and water. "This is bull$#@!," I say. And I fight. And I am positively *ecstatic* when you give me a hamburger, a Coke, and a Freezie-pop. But my kids say, "This is still bull$#@!." And they fight. And *they* get (after much struggle), potato soup, steak, and a piece of blueberry pie.

For awhile, things are good. But the keener-eyed diners are saying, "Hey...why do they have salt? Why is their meal cooked to order? Why is their pie topped with whipped cream? This is still bull$#@!."

By this point, however, the original steak-eater is saying, "Jesus! Just take what you're given, it's not that big of a difference!"

The diner who had bread and water says, "Yeah...but it could be worse. It's bull$#@!, but I can't do anything."

The later diners who had hamburgers say, "Meh. It's bull$#@! I can live with. Is salt and whipped cream worth this much effort?"

But these newest diners are still right. "If it's not such a big difference, why can't I just have my salt and whipped cream? This is bull$#@!."

Of course, there are your wackos - the old guy grumbling because now he can't have as much steak now that everyone is getting steak, and wishes they would just go back to giving bread and water. There're the new diners that demand lobster tails and creme brulee, and believe that the first diners deserve only crumbs.

But no one takes the wackos seriously. And when the wackos join one side or the other, that side is weakened. And because they're the loudest and the most obnoxious, no one really hears the order - only the wackos.

So ends this long, drawn-out metaphor. Yaaaay, metaphors!

[heavenintheabyss]

Some militant feminists do seem to be looking more for reparations than actual equality. But, then, as the saying goes, "If you would hit the mark, you must aim above it."

Feminist groups *are* decreasing. Do you see big bra-burning days anymore?

But as more problems are solved, more always show up. It's the way of things. Think about it like food. You're eating a three-course dinner of potato soup, steak, and a chaser of blueberry pie. I have bread and water. "This is bull$#@!," I say. And I fight. And I am positively *ecstatic* when you give me a hamburger, a Coke, and a Freezie-pop. But my kids say, "This is still bull$#@!." And they fight. And *they* get (after much struggle), potato soup, steak, and a piece of blueberry pie.

For awhile, things are good. But the keener-eyed diners are saying, "Hey...why do they have salt? Why is their meal cooked to order? Why is their pie topped with whipped cream? This is still bull$#@!."

By this point, however, the original steak-eater is saying, "Jesus! Just take what you're given, it's not that big of a difference!"

The diner who had bread and water says, "Yeah...but it could be worse. It's bull$#@!, but I can't do anything."

The later diners who had hamburgers say, "Meh. It's bull$#@! I can live with. Is salt and whipped cream worth this much effort?"

But these newest diners are still right. "If it's not such a big difference, why can't I just have my salt and whipped cream? This is bull$#@!."

Of course, there are your wackos - the old guy grumbling because now he can't have as much steak now that everyone is getting steak, and wishes they would just go back to giving bread and water. There're the new diners that demand lobster tails and creme brulee, and believe that the first diners deserve only crumbs.

But no one takes the wackos seriously. And when the wackos join one side or the other, that side is weakened. And because they're the loudest and the most obnoxious, no one really hears the order - only the wackos.

So ends this long, drawn-out metaphor. Yaaaay, metaphors!

Shatter,
I'm with you.
I have a book recomendation.
Its called Female Chauvinist Pigs: Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture.
Its an interesting look at current "feminists".
give it a read sometime.