Barbara Ehrenreich commenting on a New York Times article by Susan Faludi:

I share Faludi’s glee — up to a point. Surely no one will ever dare argue that women lack the temperament for political combat. But by running a racially-tinged campaign, lying about her foreign policy experience, and repeatedly seeming to favor McCain over her Democratic opponent, Clinton didn’t just break through the “glass floor,” she set a new low for floors in general, and would, if she could have got within arm’s reach, have rubbed the broken glass into Obama’s face.

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Hillary Clinton smashed the myth of innate female moral superiority in the worst possible way — by demonstrating female moral inferiority. We didn’t really need her racial innuendos and free-floating bellicosity to establish that women aren’t wimps. As a generation of young feminists realizes, the values once thought to be uniquely and genetically female — such as compassion and an aversion to violence — can be found in either sex, and sometimes it’s a man who best upholds them.

Hillary’s Gift to Women

Originally posted 2008-05-13 13:45:07. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

By Gary

I am a submissive white male, marriage-minded, and man enough to know my place.

I believe deeply in the natural superiority of Women. I believe Women are the superior Sex as a plain and simple fact of life, and a clear and undeniable fact of nature. While it is true that men are generally bigger and stronger than Women physically, that is all, and even that is not always the case.

But I believe Women are generally superior to men mentally, emotionally, sexually, psychologically, and biologically, and far better suited to the roles of leadership and positions of authority at all levels of society than men are – in government and politics, in the business and corporate world and workplace, and especially within Their marriages and relationships.

I believe that in marriage, the Wife should be the undisputed Head of the house and family, and the sole Decision Maker, and the husband should be obedient to his Wife, and belongs completely under Her authority in all aspects of the marriage – both outside the home and in the home, both outside the bedroom and in the bedroom. I believe this represents the most ideal, most natural gender roles for marriages and relationships, and is the way marriages and relationships were meant to be.

I believe anytime a Woman feels Her husband has disobeyed Her or displeased Her in any way, it should be Her legal right to whip his naked, manly little ass, and lay down the law to him. I believe this should be a Woman’s right for Her to maintain an orderly home, and to ensure that Her husband remains properly obedient to Her, and ALWAYS knows his place.

I believe when a man gets married, he should openly acknowledge his Wife’s fully legal authority over him, by taking the wedding vow of obedience, to love, honor, and OBEY his Wife.

I believe when a man gets married, he should openly recognize his Wife’s rightful role as the undisputed Head of the house and family, by taking his Wife’s Name in the marriage, becoming the lawfully wedded mr. Her Name, and that a married couple should live openly and without apology as Ms. and mr. Her Name.

Originally posted 2009-11-16 19:00:53. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Do you feel that men exist solely for utilitarian purposes? That women should feel free to treat men as if they were, say, furniture?

Originally posted 2010-03-06 20:32:26. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Female Financial Superiority.

I suspect some of you – guys – dream of being married to a breadwinner wife.

She Makes More Money Than He Does. So?

Originally posted 2011-02-19 09:21:44. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Do you think women are better than men?

• Smarter?
• Wiser?
• Kinder?
• More Humane?

Or are males and females fundamentally equal?

Originally posted 2008-03-13 12:10:43. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Here you go, wankers. Fantasy material for you. The story of that great gynosupremacist, Peggy Sue:

I wished that all weddings could have been like mine when I came down the aisle dressed in a strapless gown with long white gloves to the shoulder then handing the bouquet to my sister I took chris’s hands and handcuffed them in front then taking the bouquet back and facing the minister said “you can start now” in front of the congregation. I told him that the cuffs were to stay on during the ceremony and the receiving line and picture taking until dinner.

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I raised my voice thrusting a black leather gloved fist into the air said, “A new era has come upon this union of 2 people for this union will be called ‘A FEMALE DOMINATED MARRIAGE’”

With that I led him away as a lot of the younger women cheered and applauded while the older generation look in disapproval and his mom looked at me with anger.

…

I started training my daughters to be Dommes at age 12 when my slave husband kneeled and kissed their black leather knee high boots and their black leather gloves.

Peggy Sue Female Supremacist

Originally posted 2009-09-12 21:19:35. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Matriarchal prophets take note : the obsolescence of the male was foretold in this learned journal 39 years ago.

Femdom utopia, gynarchy any day now. Sure.

Originally posted 2009-08-31 08:48:04. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

(I’m very busy so I post something that someone submitted to me for publication.)

What is this secret place of dark desire hidden deep within my soul? What brings me crawling to its rusty iron gate day after day, night after night trying to resist that delicious dose of Female Domination? Is it the heady smell of sweet surrender that lingers above this forbidden land like the heavy mist creeps in to obscure some lonely, distant moor? It is a sweet aroma to be sure, but it demands a heavy price for its intoxicating scent.

If it would only remain hidden behind those layered walls of guilt and shame, there would be no need to fear what i might do next. If i could only look the other way when an image suddenly appears to trigger a response from that secret, sinister place hidden way down deep inside. If i could only block my ears from hearing words that rush in to beat the drums for blind obedience, i might be saved. For these stir the air that carries the aroma; provocative words and images are what starts it swirling behind those wicked walls. This is what creates the current that carries it through that ominous gate that is but a pseudo sentry keeping nothing in and nothing out. This is where that sinful scent begins its relentless ride upon that seductive gentle breeze to find me.

With infinite patience and malice, it seeks me like it has so many times before to titillate, taunt and tease. There was a time when it came at me with a sudden intensity that refused to be denied; when it surged ahead to suck me in and hold me in its grasp. But that time has slowly faded. Endless journeys have worn a crooked path that has become an easy trail to follow. Where’s the rush? Where is the need to hurry when the one it seeks can so easily be found? And, although i attempt to shield myself with the strength of my convictions, why do i always feel the need to relinquish my control? With resolve and determination i struggle on; i bravely refuse the temptation to grovel at Her feet. But like all brash proclamations, the words are easier said than done. For one who has never tasted the addictive dose of the Superior Female’s rule, there is a fighting chance. But once that forbidden fruit is eaten, the taste lingers on the palette making everything else seem maudlin, banal and bland. Once you’ve felt the rush, you are only too eager to give in, give up and submit. You have only to fall to your knees willing to accept the price that must be paid to enter Her sacred garden where She rules with all the power and glory.

If She is strong enough to take my power, if She is strong enough to demand my obedience, then i must serve at the feet of the One who has captured me. i know it is wrong and it is this very dose of delicious degradation that drives me to feel the sting of Her hand and a longing to be aroused by Her words of humiliation that will have me groveling at Her feet to worship the Feminine power that i can never have. i beg for the privilege of submitting to the conquering Heroin to receive the discipline i so justly deserve, and so desperately covet.

Originally posted 2007-08-26 16:13:16. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Goddess Worship: in this context the belief that a female focused religion in prehistoric times that was somehow swept away by men.

This is popular among neo-pagans who may or may not believe in matriarchal politics. Neo-pagan female supremacists naturally believe and cite it. They believe that the universe’s guiding force is feminine; that women are priestesses uniquely able to mediate between this cosmic divinity and mankind. An argument that never impresses atheists and agnostics.

Speculative theology aside very, very few anthropologists or archaeologists agree that a matriarchal religion or society was common in ancient times. Books that retail this information are often using long since discredited ethnological writings and historical wishful thinking.

Besides ancient people did many things that we would regard as nasty and brutal. No reason to adapt our behavior to the practices of 100,000 BC.

Originally posted 2007-07-20 08:00:16. Republished by Blog Post Promoter