Women are in their masculine. This, according to social media, harbinger of all things vitally important.
Perhaps there’s been too much time on TikTok (true), but the thinking, at least online, goes like this:
Women have strived for so long and so hard to be equal that there are now more women graduating from college, more women in the workplace, more women doing all the chores, more women taking on the majority of childcare, more women taking care of every single tiny detail of their lives, their homes, their marriages, and families, that they have become out of their feminine and into their masculine, leaving poor men to wonder what happened.
Well, that’s not really new when it comes to men understanding women, is it?
In the wild, it appears women are refusing help, fixing issues on their own, experiencing burnout, exhaustion, and trying to lead and control without leaning on a partner.
According to the experts, kinda like the internet sleuths, “A woman will stay in her masculine energy until a man makes her feel safe enough to be comfortable in her feminine energy. Her masculine energy is a defense mechanism. It’s something she does to protect herself from all the trauma she’s been through.”
Basically, letting the woman do everything, while easier for everyone in the family, makes her feel abandoned, hurt, angry, and stuck. Then, at some point, she wonders what she needs a partner for, exactly.
A man needs to act like a man, help take care of her, remove some of her burden and carry it himself. There are days I am baffled as to what is considered news.
For the first time in history, women are choosing male partners based only on what they bring to the relationship, and they are choosing to stay single. Ouch. As one of those single ladies, you guys are a little high-maintenance, overly picky given what you’re offering, and really not much fun.
Personally, I think it started with that first guy who said, “You wanna split the check?” The girl quietly paid her half, instead of saying, “Hey Asshat, I make 89 cents to your dollar, and you asked me out,” slapping him upside the head and leaving the restaurant.
That guy told a friend who told a friend, and suddenly we are splitting the bill, walking to our cars alone in the dark, rambling along the outside of the sidewalk and hoisting ourselves into SUVs unassisted.
The girls who pay their own rent, car, vacations, manicures, and skincare are left scratching their heads. On top of everything else, they’re supposed to pony up for a date. You mean after the clothes, the makeup, the nails, the shoes, and the time? Pfft.
I don’t know about the chicks being in their masculine. I do know they’ve had enough shenanigans. If you can’t treat a girl the way you’d want someone to treat your sister or mother, stay home. You’re muddying the pool.
