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Young women compete more and more with males to do what men do. For example, they took up cigar smoking a few years ago. Seeing their older sisters unsuccessful at outdoing men in the males’ game, the next generation tries harder and always with something new.

In her recent book, Female Chauvinist Pigs—Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture, Ariel Levy describes the leading edge of post-modern feminist behavior. To be more like men, women have to enjoy looking at naked females.

So, they try to outdo men at being entertained by erotic female behavior. They applaud, hoot, and holler as other females pole dance, strip, and otherwise entertain men.

Their retro thinking has moved young women backwards in maturity to mimicking teen boys. It generates lots of sex and extra disrespect for the uniqueness of female judgments.

[Initial RAUNCH is at post #55.]


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37. When women act like men — Part 1

During her lifetime each female several times wrings herself out from tears that flow after her relationship falls apart. Then, she starts again her standard search for a teen boyfriend, Mr. Right, or Mister Last Chance. But eventually bad habits and desperation, or vice versa, creep in. She tries harder to please the next candidate.

Unfortunately, many women try to do so by making themselves more like men. They adopt masculine habits, such as sloppy attire, gungy grooming, lounging around as one of the guys, sealing friendships through intercourse, ignoring female-friendly moral standards even unto raunchiness, and generally letting men dominate the female side of their world.

Jean Jacque Rousseau said long ago: “The more women want to resemble them, the less women will govern them, and then men will truly be the masters.”

Trying too hard to win and keep a man, women repeatedly march into misery and away from marital success. As if some fateful voice calls cadence, break ups resound throughout the female world:

Hup, toop, thureep, four. Hup, toop, thureep, four. Hook up, shack up, marry up, split up. Hook up, marry up, muck up, pay up. Hook up, link up, everybody knock up. Shack up, split up, shack up, split up. Link up, shack up, cohabiting nice; keep up mating, but forget the rice. Hup, toop, thureep, four, and there he goes, out the door.

And men march in lock step alongside the female soft-headed drumbeat.

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