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Women, Where is Your Identity?



All you ladies out there, I just want to take a moment to express some thoughts of mine.

And make you think. And ask you this question: Who determines who you are?

Thoughts toward a disgusting attitude that seems to becoming so predominate as of late.

Selfish, vulgar, and even down right false.

It's where we women are acting like the world owes us something as we have somehow been mistreated?

We aren't privileged? We have no rights? We are somehow being oppressed by men?

I'm told that I'm just lucky to not have experienced such things at the hand of man when I try to stand up for my father, brothers, and guy-friends by stating “All men aren't evil.”

I'm told I'm stupid and ignorant when I say “I don't hate men.”

Stereotyping and being hateful toward men seems to be justified by this: statistics prove what experience can't. It doesn't matter that I or you don't know any evil, white guys. Statistics prove that women are mistreated by these privileged men.

I just want to tell all of the women out there “Stop reading those stupid statistics and start reading the Bible.”

And if the men in your life happen to live down to these statistics, why are those men in your life? Do you really have no other options? And can you really say nothing bad, stereotypical, about yourself?

Sure, guys might be arrogant and dominate.

But don't tell me you (woman) aren't dramatic, selfish, controlling, emotionally abusive, and manipulative.

Sure, guys might be created differently, and be more capable of certain things. But that doesn't make them privileged. And even if it did, how are we going to fix this “privileged build” of theirs?

The only thing our hateful words do is make women look stupid, make good men feel awful.

Also, to the “It's not fair I'm a women” rants.

So, what? Who ever said life needs to be fair? Or that it should be?

If everything was so fair we wouldn't have beauty. Uniqueness. Diverseness.

No, I'm glad life isn't fair.

My goal isn't to become equal with man, but to embrace who I am. I don't want to despise my body. I don't want to be ashamed of who I am. I love being different.

I don't need things to be fair.

I feel privileged despite what statistics say. I have no reason to feel otherwise.

I do not feel oppressed by any group of people, but I am very ashamed of those that call themselves women and insist that we are all together mistreated.

I feel ashamed for you, because you are giving women the uneducated, trashy look that should belong to no decent, kind, beautiful woman that God created us to be.



I will embrace my differences. I will not tear someone down just because they are on the opposite, politically correct side.

I will love all. Show respect to each person (despite race or gender). And treat each according to what is good in God's eyes.

All you women, will you? Or must you tear man down to build up your identity?

For me my identity is found in my God. Not in another's destruction.

Comments

  1. I wouldn't say I hate anyone... and yes, you are right... a certain amount of unfairness does still exist. But that is the way of the world. And just because something isn't fair doesn't mean we are suffering... things don't have to be fair. But we should be kind, loving, honest ourselves.

    The main thing relating to feminism is learning to define what you mean when you say that you hold some of their values. I'm not saying that they don't have SOME good things that they stand for, or that feminism may have started out with good intentions. The main problem I see with it, though, is the rebellion and selfish ambitions that strive for "fairness" and "freedom". We are not called to advocate our own freedom, or to make things fair. We are called to love our neighbors (including men) as ourselves. We are called to paths of suffering, hardships, and labor. Not lives of ease or perfection.

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