Modern women face an impossible choice. Feminism has encouraged women to compete with men in the workforce, in the bedroom, and in the home. It has not worked. After all, if women could actually compete with men, feminists would not have to constantly celebrate women for achieving things men did better generations ago. Modern women are increasingly realizing that attempting to have it all frequently backfires into exhaustion and failure across the board. But if women cannot compete with men, meekly returning to traditional gender roles to save civilization means accepting permanent inferiority. Overcoming this dilemma requires going back to the basics: understanding what feminine energy is, where it comes from, why it is valuable, and how a woman can win with it, not merely sacrifice herself for her husband and family.
As it happens, there is one area where women are unquestionably superior to men: being happy. This may not seem like a valuable skill, but it is actually absolutely critical. Men may be better at surviving, but women are better at thriving, and there is no point to surviving without thriving. Further, women will always be superior to men here, because surviving requires perceiving problems accurately to fix them, while thriving requires looking on the bright side to be happy, and this contradiction is not easy to resolve. Thus men specialize in logic, reason, and correctness, while women specialize in positive energy and good vibes.
Women work differently than men. When a man works, he implicitly assumes that his task is somewhere between really annoying and exciting but unsustainable. His goal is therefore to complete his work as quickly, efficiently, and correctly as possible and then go do something more fun. When a woman works, her goal is to complete her task as enjoyably as possible. She tries to be totally present, surround herself with beauty, and romanticize her life. She does not want to feel like she is working at all.
In due course they reached the noble river with its never-failing pools, in which there was enough clear water always bubbling up and swirling by to clean the dirtiest clothes. Here they turned the mules loose from under the yoke and drove them along the eddying stream to graze on the sweet grass. Then they lifted the clothes by armfuls from the cart, dropped them into the dark water and trod them down briskly in the troughs, competing with each other in the work. When they had rinsed them till no dirt was left, they spread them out in a row along the sea-shore, just where the waves washed the shingle clean when they came tumbling up the beach. Next, after bathing and rubbing themselves with olive oil, they took their meal at the riverside, waiting for the sunshine to dry the clothes. And presently, when mistress and maids had all enjoyed their food, they threw off their headgear and began playing with a ball, while Nausicaa of the white arms led them in their song.
Being happy makes women patient. A journey of a thousand miles is easy if you are enjoying every step! The more zen she becomes, the more energy she can invest in her tasks, the more beauty she can create, the more pleasing she finds her surroundings, the more effortlessly she floats through life, and the more patient she gets. Eventually she works so much, simply because she wants to, that she becomes good at her chosen tasks anyway; it just takes her much longer than a man, because she chooses to take her time and develop her unique style.
Men find it more difficult to develop a personal style. If you can only go left, or have no mid-range, or can't play defense, your opponents will eventually exploit your weakness. Conversely, women are free to prefer tulips to daisies, or daisies to roses, or roses to tulips, or greens over blues, without being punished on the battlefield. There are many beautiful combinations, and if her creations are interesting and unusual their novelty may actually be more enjoyable than something objectively superior. Even if she fails, it is usually not that difficult to rip things out and start over.
Thus a man has higher quality energy, while a woman has higher quantity, and simply focuses on being herself, whatever that may be. But quantity has a quality all its own! Beauty comes from quantity: sculpting a statue requires thousands of tiny chips from a chisel, not one mighty blow from a sledgehammer. So does health, which requires constant patient self care. All traditional female tasks, both in and out of the home, revolve around huge amounts of low intensity work. If men are protectors and providers, women are refiners and purifiers, constantly sorting the gold from the dross.
Men frequently fail to appreciate women's work because most of it seems semi-pointless and labor-intensive. Why clean the tops of your cabinets, sew curtains for every window, or repeatedly knead your sourdough for a full day? But over long periods of time all of this semi-pointless labor-intensive work comes together into a home. Remove one note, and there would be diminishment. The modern world is so ugly and unhealthy because we have tried and failed to replace women with machines, even if GDP has gone up.
When his eyes were in turn uncovered, Frodo looked up and caught his breath. They were standing in an open space. To the left stood a great mound, covered with a sward of grass as green as Spring-time in the Elder Days. Upon it, as a double crown, grew two circles of trees: the outer had bark of snowy white, and were leafless but beautiful in their shapely nakedness; the inner were mallorn-trees of great height, still arrayed in pale gold. High amid the branches of a towering tree that stood in the centre of all there gleamed a white flet. At the feet of the trees, and all about the green hillsides the grass was studded with small golden flowers shaped like stars. Among them, nodding on slender stalks, were other flowers, white and palest green: they glimmered as a mist amid the rich hue of the grass. Over all the sky was blue, and the sun of afternoon glowed upon the hill and cast long green shadows beneath the trees.
He turned and saw that Sam was now standing beside him, looking round with a puzzled expression, and rubbing his eyes as if he was not sure that he was awake. ‘It's sunlight and bright day, right enough,’ he said. ‘I thought that Elves were all for moon and stars: but this is more Elvish than anything I ever heard tell of. I feel as if I was inside a song, if you take my meaning.’ Haldir looked at them, and he seemed indeed to take the meaning of both thought and word. He smiled. ‘You feel the power of the Lady of the Galadhrim,’ he said. ‘Would it please you to climb with me up Cerin Amroth?’
Sex is merely the physical act of sharing her happiness with him, and as she improves, her sexual energy transcends the physical. Japan is famous for its hostess clubs where men drop huge amounts of money merely to sit next to beautiful women who compliment them and pour them drinks! If a woman wants to electrify a man, she must speak to his soul. She must create a dream world where he is the conquering prince on a white horse and suck him into it. Her devotion to him then makes her dream real; she would not be submitting to him and taking time out of her day to please him if it were not. But since the dream comes from her, he must actually be her hero to maintain it.
I'll never forget when I came out of the church and saw you for the first time. It was as if I stepped outside on a cloudy day and the sun came out.
The problem with her life strategy is that it generates a great deal of value, but no power. At no point can she fight her man (or any other man) directly and win. She converts her value into power through sheer stubbornness. If man's courage is like a strong oak tree that defies the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, a woman's courage is like grass with deep roots that sways in the breeze, but does not break.
Then He spoke a parable to them, that men always ought to pray and not lose heart, saying: "There was in a certain city a judge who did not fear God nor regard man. Now there was a widow in that city; and she came to him, saying, 'Get justice for me from my adversary.' And he would not for a while; but afterward he said within himself, 'Though I do not fear God nor regard man, yet because this widow troubles me I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me.'"
Although women are forced to develop great faith by their lack of power, over time it becomes their greatest weapon. Faith is not irrational, but super-rational; she learns that that good things will happen to her, even if she does not understand how, where, when, or why, because a woman who is beautiful, pleasant, hard continuously working, joyful, sexy, and stubbornly patient has such immense value that the Universe, from God on down, will simply not let her lose. Given enough time, she can obtain anything she wants merely by repeatedly asking for it. Faith then blends with and amplifies all of her other strengths and she lives her life with heedless passion, embracing both the highs and the lows.
And Mary said: “My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior. For He has regarded the lowly state of His maidservant; for behold, henceforth all generations will call me blessed. For He who is mighty has done great things for me, and holy is His name. And His mercy is on those who fear Him from generation to generation. He has shown strength with His arm; He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. He has put down the mighty from their thrones, and exalted the lowly. He has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich He has sent away empty. He has helped His servant Israel, in remembrance of His mercy, as He spoke to our fathers, to Abraham and to his seed forever.”
Feminism inverts this process. The root problem is that Western Civilization traces its gender roles through chivalry to the Dark Ages, a very difficult time that required emphasis on masculine surviving over feminine thriving. It is not surprising that as material conditions improved in the Industrial Revolution and men were doing all sorts of cool things women were tempted to develop their masculine sides more. Now, it is true that both sexes need both masculine and feminine energy. In fact, one could say that Ploinkism comes from my feminine side. But masculine and feminine energies are very difficult to merge because they require such contradictory perspectives: men must view the world accurately to win, while women must view the world positively to be happy.
Therefore, almost all feminists find themselves trapped in some subset of the following self-reinforcing doom loop: trying to be more logical, correct and competitive, being more stressed, losing their natural beauty, more clearly perceiving their own inferior masculine energy, resenting men, losing their natural sexual energy, demanding feminine privileges without feminine value, trying to take care of themselves, being forced to clearly perceive the exterior world, losing their confidence, becoming more neurotic, deliberately choosing ugliness, losing their natural happy, whimsical feminine energy, blaming men for everything, and joining communities of other ugly, resentful, miserable women who prevent them from ever leaving out of jealousy.
Declining female happiness is the utterly obvious consequence of women collectively abandoning their natural feminine energy. It is only a paradox to academics who have commited to equality as an axiom, would lose their jobs if they stopped criticizing the patriarchy, and are now trapped in the swamp of rationalizations they have built. Because feminism is the problem, not the solution, this loop will run until women choose to exit it. Technically, gender is always a choice - but it is one that everyone made long ago. Masculine angels repeatedly incarnate as men while feminine angels repeatedly incarnate as women due to the challenges of blending contradictory masculine and feminine energy.
For in the resurrection they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are like angels of God in heaven.
This passage is one of the greatest Obi-wan Kenobiisms in the Bible. Jesus states that there are no weddings in the resurrection, which is technically true, because every man and woman is already married to their soul mate. We came to Earth together, and we graduate together, but while we are here we cheat on each other outrageously, because relationships between the sexes are so poor nowadays that if we were with our soul mates they would never forgive us for treating them so badly. Rather than open this can of worms, Jesus waves his hands and then dunks on the weaselly Sadducees by reminding them that God cannot have a covenant with the nonexistent.
When men and women work together, civilization looks like a honeycomb. From a man's perspective, we are the glorious kings who solve the most challenging problems and go on the most exciting adventures, while women are merely the maids who clean our houses and the concubines who pleasure us. But from a woman's perspective, she is constantly swimming in - and indeed is - the ocean of beauty, acceptance, and bliss, while men only exist to keep women from becoming a sticky mess. The honeycomb is so powerful because men provide the strength while women provide the durability. In India they say that Shiva cannot create without Shakti, but it would be more accurate to say that men do not want to create without women. The problem is that winning by definition requires reaching a positive goal, at which point the game stops. Women are the solution. He fights so she fucks, she fucks so he fights, and the combination produces endless joyful life.
Because men and women think so differently, marriage is very painful for both sexes. A smooth sexual relationship almost certainly means that one partner has been dragged out of their own life into the orbit of their partner. Marriage does not come from natural affinity, but from a powerful desire to possess the virtues of our partner. It feels so impossibly hard because it is ultimately transactional, and a dependent transactional relationship is never far from a manipulative hell where your partner tries to wring you dry. It takes a long time to build the confidence that you can handle your half and even longer to build the trust that your partner genuinely wants to handle theirs for you, especially when things go wrong.
Permanent relationships must be superrational, so it is actually the woman who leads their construction, by always being slightly more trusting towards her partner than she really is. As their bond grows, the couple eventually becomes so comfortable with each other that they no longer want to swap each other out, even for objectively higher value partners. Women do not want high status men; they want perfect men, and who can blame them? No woman is going to go through this long and painful process just to be bonded to a loser. The good news is that all men, simply by choosing to be men, are perfect. We are all immortal souls with infinite time. As long as we keep adventuring, we will inevitably keep leveling up. She doesn't have to settle, she just has to wait, and women are excellent at waiting.
For the same reason marriage love is represented in heaven by the most beautiful objects. I have seen it represented by a maiden of indescribable beauty encompassed with a bright white cloud. It is said that the angels in heaven have all their beauty from marriage love. Affections and thought flowing from that love are represented by diamondlike auras with scintillations as if from carbuncles and rubies, which are attended by delights that affect the interiors of the mind. In a word, heaven itself is represented in marriage love, because heaven with the angels is the conjunction of good and truth, and it is this conjunction that makes marriage love.
Eventually their bond reaches a critical strength and both partners permanently opt in, forming a single person. He is the brain; she is the heart. In addition to the basic transactional benefits of their relationship, their bond itself becomes the most valuable thing in their lives, and precisely because it is so important it is no longer really transactional. Their self-interests are now almost perfectly aligned, so when things go wrong they help each other recover rather than break up. She wants him to be ever more powerful, wise, and glorious; he wants her to be ever more beautiful, patient, and happy. She wants him to win every battle; he wants her to win the war. The flows of energy between them may wax and wane, but they never stop. As long as their bond exists they are both winning and they are both happy, which then greatly increases their individual strengths, because everything they do is part of a larger picture that is very wonderful. And that is why God created women.