Month: July 2025

Women, and women only, decide with which man they will procreate. They hold all the cards.
 
If she is with a man she deems undesirable, whether married to him or not, she may secretly be on some form of birth control while telling him she cannot have children. She might even go as far as checking into a fertility clinic and blaming the issue on him. After all, in her mind it is never her fault. That man is simply a placeholder until the one she selects comes along to rescue her from him.
 
If a woman has agreed with her partner to wait before having children, she may stop taking birth control without his knowledge and get pregnant on her own terms, ignoring what was agreed upon. She takes control again.
 
If you use a condom and fail to flush it immediately, she may insert its contents into herself when you are not looking.
 
If she gets pregnant, she can have an abortion without the man’s knowledge or permission. She does not need consent from her husband to abort their child, to get her tubes tied, or even to put their child up for adoption. Yet the man needs her consent to have a vasectomy.
 
Another option she may take is to run off, hide, and never look back, or to simply decide whether or not to tell the man about her pregnancy at all.

I was working for a company that offered a health insurance package. One day I called the provider’s 1-800 number to get details about my benefits. The call connected me to an operator in the Philippines. The only way they said they could look up my file was with my Social Security number. That was unacceptable. I don’t give my SSN to anyone in a foreign country.
 
I went to the department in my office that handled insurance policies and told the woman there that it was not safe to give my Social Security number to someone overseas. She told me it was safe. I told her, “Just because you are oblivious to the security risks of giving my personal information to people in other countries doesn’t make it safe.”
 
Shocked, she said, “You called me oblivious? I’m offended!” and hung up.
 
Less than 40 minutes later my manager, his manager, the project leader, and his assistant came to see me. I told them exactly what happened. They seemed puzzled. Then two women from HR arrived and suggested we move to a conference room.
 
In the conference room, I told my story again. The HR women looked at each other and latched onto one thing: that I had called her “oblivious.” They ignored the context, ignored the security concern, and repeated the same question over and over, why did I call her oblivious? This went in circles until the male managers finally called out how absurd the whole thing was. Inside, I was bracing for the HR women to get offended at the word “absurd,” but they let that one slide.
 
I was then told to sign a letter warning me about “the importance of office etiquette.” I agreed only after attaching my full report to it.
 
Funny how no one gave her a letter about the importance of office tolerance.
 
By the way, the policy changed shortly afterward. Now you can give your policy number or employee number to get information about your insurance.

I was working in this large government agency in NYC in the computer lab with a female coworker. She was OK, maybe because I kept my distance from her.
 
We needed an assistant and hired a man that was just let go from Montclair State University. You see, his previous manageress and part time tyrant called him useless every chance she had. I remember the first day he showed up for work in his tie and white shirt, I told him to dress down. The computer lab was in a remote building far away from anyone ever seeing us. The next day he showed up in khakis and a dress shirt, I insisted that he dress down further. After all, I was in jeans and a teeshirt every day. By his third day, he was wearing jeans.
 
I quickly knew that this job was way below his capabilities and told him so before the end of his first week. The look of shock on his face was a combination of “Is he going to fire me because I’m over qualified?” and “I never thought I was so valuable.”
 
Needless to say, we bonded instantly. He introduced me to an “Open Source” programming language and we would talk about relationships and our respective single moms. It was amazing how his psycho mom was so much like mine in many ways.
 
As luck would have it, a few short months later, my manager was fired by the project leader and upper management was upset that the project leader didn’t hire a replacement before firing my manager. With a little quick thinking, the project manager said he did hire someone for my manager’s job. Now my assistant became my manager.
 
I was OK with his new position, he had to dress the part and deal with the real idiots, the executives. He immediately apologized for his quick promotion and I laughed, congratulating him for doing a job I would have refused. Over the years, we had a very great friend manager relationship. He politely did his job and I respected his position all while being friends.
 
Years went by and the project ended. I went my way and he went his. He ended up working for this technology firm starting salary $240,000 a year plus bonus and stock options. This was a far cry from useless his previous manager would have him believe.
 
The funny part of the story is that his previous manager in MSU got fired herself and moved back to Ohio where she is the assistant manager of a local supermarket.

Women across the globe are living off the blood, sweat, and sacrifice of men who built the world from the ground up. Every ounce of safety, every piece of comfort, every convenience they enjoy exists because men made it happen. Now that the world is secure, women claim they don’t need men, yet they keep living in the shelter men provide.
 
The brutal truth is women never loved men, they loved what men could give them. Today’s woman is trapped in an endless chase for a “perfect” man who exists only in the revolving carousel of her fantasies. Her desires shift weekly, her definition of “ideal” changes with her moods. She refuses to grow up. She clings to the mentality of a spoiled child, demanding attention, gifts, and indulgence.
 
She only wants a man who lets her keep playing little girl while he foots the bill and takes the blame. The moment he expects maturity, loyalty, or accountability, she’s gone, off to find another man willing to enable her delusions. And she will keep running that cycle until the day she dies, never once admitting the debt she owes to the men who built the very world she takes for granted.
 
Women still rely on men for everything they claim they no longer need:• The police and military forces that protect them, built and maintained by men• The roads, bridges, and infrastructure they travel on, built by men• The power grids, plumbing, and clean water they use daily, designed, built, and repaired by men• The technology in their hands and homes, invented and advanced by men• The legal systems and protections they hide behind, established by men• The supply chains that deliver their food, clothing, and luxuries, run by men• The firefighters, utility workers, and emergency responders who save them when disaster strikes, overwhelmingly men
 
They don’t see it because they’ve never had to build it. They think comfort and safety are the natural state of the world, but take away men, and within a month that illusion collapses. Without men, their fantasy of independence turns into the nightmare of reality.
 
If every man stopped working tomorrow, society would collapse before the week was over. The lights would go out. The water would stop running. Food would vanish from the shelves. Phones would go dead. Law enforcement and military protection would disappear. The so-called “strong, independent woman” would be reduced to begging the nearest man for protection and survival. That’s the truth they don’t want to face, their freedom only exists because men keep the world standing. Take that away, and the princess act ends overnight.

Find an animal on the side of the road. Pick it up, clean it, and feed it. In return, it will be your best friend for life, always loyal and by your side. Its gratitude will be simple and unwavering.
 
Help a man when he is down. Feed him, offer him shelter, and share your space with him. He will remember your kindness and be there for you whenever you need him. A bond forged through compassion will endure.
 
But find a girl who is insecure, scared, and broken. Lift her up, show her she is valuable, and help her see her true beauty. Yet in the end, she may call you foolish for trusting her and laugh as she walks away.

We all know there are many women who blame others for everything that goes wrong in their lives. Here is how you spot them. Just have a conversation and you will hear it.
 
Most men will say, “That comedian is funny,” an opinion based on his evaluation, or “I laughed my ass off,” a point of fact.
 
But women you want to avoid will take an accusatory stance, “He made me laugh.” It sounds harmless, but she is accusing the comedian of making her laugh. The blame is subtle, but it is there.
 
It is the difference between “I was angry at him” and “He made me angry.” One owns the emotion. The other shifts blame. That mindset will bleed into every part of her life.