Today is International Women’s Day, at least for a few more hours – and most of the time I could not give even the minutest quantum of a damn about this absurd made-up non-event of a “holiday”. Interestingly, it is taken very seriously in Europe – as I related last year, the Russians make a big song-and-dance about this day and go to great pains to thank their women for being, well, women. But then, Eastern Europe for the most part is still a patriarchal, masculine culture.
The West no longer understands its own masculine roots, and as such, makes a big fuss over a nothing-burger of a day for no good reason.
Now, it used to be that IWD would roll around and everyone would simply ignore it. I cannot remember celebrating this particular day even once in nearly 11 years of working in my industry. But this year, for various reasons, the virtue-signalling within Western corporations, government institutions, and media companies appears to have reached a truly absurd level.
Earlier today I was walking up to the coffee cart downstairs at my workplace for my usual afternoon latte when I came across the big International Women’s Day display setup in the lobby. Our company went whole-hog this year for this fake holiday – employees could stop by to be lectured about the evils of the PATRIARKEEEEE!!! by a bunch of not-very-attractive HR ladies, sign up for various schoolmarmish reminders about the vital need for gender equality (in an industry dominated by men, and with damned good reason), and pick up little cards to display proudly in our cubicles to signal our virtue.
But what really caught my attention was the presence of a big jar full of purple candy – jellybeans, if I am any judge of such things. (Which, these days, I am not.)
The remarkable thing about these otherwise useless lumps of sugar was not the colour. It was the pricing.
If you are a man – you paid $1.00 for each piece of candy.
But if you are a woman – you only paid $0.79.
I have to admit, as jaded and cynical as I am about the stupidity of the average person these days, I was stunned to see something that idiotic on display in the lobby of a building rented by a global institution.
Now, I get the point. The idea is to illustrate and rectify the ridiculous mythical “wage gap” that exists between men and women in the workplace – never mind that the entire idea is treated with little more than scorn and dismissed by any serious academic who has done any kind of rigourous study on the subject. And this has been known for years – even the useful idiots of the lying mainstream media admit as much.
Can you imagine the outrage that would have resulted if that poster had said:
“Blacks – $1.00 : Whites – $0.79”
Or what if it had said this:
“Goyim – $1.00 : Jews – $0.79”
There would have been riots in the street outside my office building if that had happened. The NAACP or the ADL would have been right outside the building – in the heart of the financial district – burning effigies of our C-suite management.
But, of course, because it is International Women’s Day, open misandry is not only tolerated but encouraged. The most absurd fantasies possible concerning women are indulged and treated seriously – such as the notion that women can do everything as well as or even better than men can, in spite of millions of years’ worth of evidence plainly telling us otherwise.
Unfortunately, men are receiving the message loud and clear, in our millions, that we are no longer wanted or needed by the elites, by our supposed “moral betters”, and – worst of all – by our own women:
This is nothing short of a catastrophe for the entire Western world.
Look around you – especially if you are a woman. (Unlikely if you are reading this blog, but hey, hope springs eternal, and all that jazz.) Go on, take a good long careful hard look.
Look at your lights. They exist because of a man named Thomas Edison – and another man named Nikolai Tesla – who figured out how to harness and transmit electricity and turn potential energy into light and heat.
Look at your kitchen, your bedroom, your television, your bathroom, your dining room. Every single appliance, tool, and piece of furniture is there at some level because of a man.
Were you hit by that massive winter storm yesterday in the Northeast? It was by and large men who woke up stupidly early, put on their workboots, shivered in their coats in the freezing cold, got into their snow-clearing trucks and plows, and picked up shovels and got to work clearing the sidewalks of snow and ice. It was because of men that you were able to get into work this morning.
Or maybe you worked from home, as a fairly large number of my coworkers did today. It is because of men that your power and light and heat still work. If your power was knocked out last week, men are working around the clock to restore it.
Can you think of anything great that women invented? Well, as far as I or anyone else can tell, they amount to… windshield wipers, various applications of radioactive materials, and a few other odds and ends related to makeup and contouring.
The list of things that men have invented and created, on the other hand, goes on for miles.
It is men who stand guard over us at night, men who risk their lives every single day to protect us all, men who put everything on the line to ensure that you and I sleep soundly in our beds at night.
Without men, civilisation simply dies. A society that ostracises and shames its men for being men is not a society worthy of protection.
Understand that this glorious construct that we call “civilisation” is really nothing more than a set of rules, a mostly unspoken agreement between you and me and everyone else to obey certain rules about not lying, not cheating, not stealing, and not trespassing. The moment that men decide that we have had enough of following these rules, the result is war, anarchy, chaos, and the horrific suffering of barbarism.
We men are the creators, the builders, the maintainers, and the destroyers of civilisation. The hard truth is that individually, we are not really worth much of anything – one man is very much like any other, genetically and biologically speaking. This is because of the eternal truth that sperm is cheap, but eggs are expensive – and because of this, men can dedicate their entire lives to something other than propagating their genetic code, and still live long, productive, and happy lives.
And that brings us back to the purpose of International Women’s Day.
If the point of this day was to acknowledge women for being the source of human life, then I would have no quarrel whatsoever with it. Neither would anyone else reading this blog. That is indeed what makes women special – they are the creators, carriers, and nurturers of new life.
Without men, civilisation collapses. But without women, civilisation doesn’t even get started.
Men need women, and women need men. We complement and complete each other – our polarities, when properly harnessed, drive each half of the species to ever-greater heights of achievement.
But when women begin to act like they do not need men – as they have been encouraged to do for decades, and as they think they can do now – the result is disastrous for all concerned.
Women who turn their backs on their own femininity are worth nothing. They do not deserve respect, praise, or honour. Women who refuse to become wives and mothers are evolutionary dead ends and deserve to be treated as such – because the one thing that they can do, which no man can ever do, is their entire source of value, and they treat that very value with disdain and scorn.
International Women’s Day is indeed a pretty pointless holiday – if you want to thank your mother, for instance, we have a special day just for that, and if you want to thank your wife, well, I sure hope you are as good at remembering anniversaries and birthdays as I am.
But there is one vital point to IWD that women themselves have completely failed to understand in the West, and it is simple:
If women turn their backs on their own womanhood, they are WORTHLESS.
And if telling this truth amounts to “toxic masculinity”, then I say that we need much, much more of it here in the West.
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To be fair, frequency hopping for tactical radio Hedy Lamarr. Yeah, shocker, I know. But she was exceptional.