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.
Remember that February 14th is the day that women must show their love to men, because men built the world they live in. Men laid the foundations, erected the structures, installed the power, and made it all work. Men built the houses, the roofs, the walls, the windows, the plumbing, the gas lines, the electricity, the heat, the air conditioning. And when something breaks, it’s men who fix it. Not only do we perform the labor, we pay for the labor too.
Men invented everything they depend on. Cars, planes, boats, jets, radios, TVs, computers, software, phones, the internet. We improve on the work of the men who came before us, pushing the boundaries of strength, speed, and efficiency. Men built the roads, managed the sewage, hauled the garbage, purified the water, and made the power that runs this entire machine. Whether it’s nuclear, hydro, coal, gas or oil, a man engineered it.
Every single day men risk their lives to keep the world turning. We are the ones running into burning buildings, standing between criminals and the public, hanging off steel beams hundreds of feet in the air, hauling cargo across the country, flying the planes, navigating the seas, laying the tracks, and delivering the goods. If you’re safe, fed, and warm tonight, thank a man. Because a man made it happen.
Men do not need to buy roses, write poems, or jump through hoops to prove love. We have already proven it with every drop of sweat, every sleepless night, and every broken bone that made this world livable.
I look at the men in uniform and I thank them. They volunteered to die for strangers, including women who will never appreciate the cost. And yet, they serve with honor and without demand for applause.
Women owe men more than they care to admit. Not worship, but respect. Not indulgence, but acknowledgment. They were handed everything. Rights, freedoms, comforts, protections. All earned by men and gifted to women. They demand more, but they produce nothing. This imbalance is our fault and it must end.
Even Saint Valentine was a man who risked his life for others. He performed marriages illegally, knowing the penalty was death. That sacrifice, like every other male sacrifice, is taken for granted.
Valentine’s Day is not for women to collect. It is for women to give. To recognize the man that built her life and shielded her from ruin.
Say NO to Valentine’s Day until women learn to give back.
A female friend I had known for 21 years called out of the blue to have coffee. We had not seen each other since the pandemic. I was 60, she was 63, her husband was 72. We had worked together in various ways over the years. I had met her husband a few times. We even ran into each other in the Hamptons one summer. Her husband owned a shipping company. We got along fine.
She and I used to talk on the phone about news and movies. I was comfortable with her because she had been with her husband since she was 16.
We met at a bagel deli in Manhattan. We hugged, exchanged pleasantries, asked about each other’s families. She said everyone was fine.
After about 30 minutes she asked, “Why are you still single?”
I thought she knew, but I said it anyway. “I am not going through that again. Women hate men.”
She replied with the standard line, “You just picked the wrong women.”
I told her, “I picked the wrong women. My neighbors picked the wrong women. My family picked the wrong women. My friends, classmates, coworkers, all picked the wrong women. Everyone is picking the wrong women, but the women are never wrong for their actions. Besides, I do not have the money, knowledge, energy, patience, or time to make a woman happy.”
She snickered. “Don’t be silly. You need to open your mind. I heard you are doing well for yourself. It is not hard to make a woman happy.”
I snapped. “I will not provide for and protect another woman who has backstabbed all of her previous men, only to backstab me for doing the same. I will not be used again.”
She smiled. “I’m sure you will find someone you fall in love with. It’s just a matter of time.”
My anger grew. I told her, “I have loved many women and been betrayed every time. I want a woman to pick me because I am the right one. I want her to love me. I want her to reach into her pockets and buy me a car, a watch, and a dinner or two. What woman, with no history of loyalty or respect, should I devote my life and earnings to protect? All I am offered now is a position of servitude as mom’s boyfriend or grandma’s boyfriend. I will not provide for another man’s wife or raise another man’s child.”
She brushed it off. “That’s dumb. You’re paranoid. Not all women are out to get you. You need a loving woman beside you.”
I wondered why she was pushing so hard. I told her bluntly, “Let’s get off the subject. I don’t want to talk about it. If we keep talking about this, I will leave. I don’t want to offend you, but if you continue, I will have no choice.”
She got the message. We changed the subject for about 10 minutes. Then she checked her watch, said she had to go. I walked her to her building, gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and apologized for my tone.
Three weeks later, she called me crying. Her husband was in the hospital and might not make it. I tried to console her. She said he had pancreatic cancer and may not have long. Then she told me he had been admitted to the hospital about a month ago.
In case you missed it, here is the timeline: her husband went into the hospital. Three weeks later she met me, told me everyone was fine, then tried to sell me on getting a companion. One week later she called with the news.
She never realized what she had admitted. That was months ago. I am sure her husband has passed. She has not called me about it since. While he was in the hospital, she was hunting for her next provider. Maybe she found him.
In 2007 I met a woman named Melissa at a political venue while supporting a presidential candidate. She lived close to me and came from the same small European country as I did. Married since 1980, which I naively thought made her safe. Back then I believed women fell into only two categories, those who love their families and those who do not. I had not yet learned how wrong I was.
We attended political conferences together, rode the New York City subway, traveled with groups to Washington DC, New Hampshire, Philadelphia, and other cities. She was friendly with some of my other friends, so she was always in the mix. Eventually I met her husband and learned she had three children. He was a decent man. Which made what came later all the more revealing.
One day I saw her lecturing a group of younger women, telling them to marry for money, to find a man who could keep them comfortable. She said it like it was a fact of nature, not advice. I should have seen it as her playbook, but I let it slide.
She once bragged about faking arguments to see where people go. That was not a quirk, it was a loyalty test. She was measuring weaknesses, looking for exits. I called her on it, asked her how long she faked them, what kind of arguments, and what the point was. She dropped it.
Years passed. Calls went from monthly to twice a year. We rarely crossed paths. Then COVID hit and suddenly she was calling every week. We talked about keeping our families safe, about surviving without work, about riding out the storm.
At the end of the COVID scare I told her about an argument with my nephew that made me cancel my offer to buy his two kids houses. She ignored the family issue and asked if I really had that kind of money. I said yes, because I am not married.
Soon after, she asked me to set up her new computer. I offered to do it remotely, but she claimed she did not trust the remote software. She wanted me at her apartment. I went. She cooked dinner. Her husband came home, we exchanged pleasantries. I suspected nothing.
Then one day she told me I should find someone to share my life with, that I needed a companion. Women sometimes say this as a way of hinting they want you to pick them without saying it directly. I did not see this at that time. I told her I had been single for 25 years, divorced, and happy. Every woman I had been with either found a reason to leave or acted like such a child I had to walk away. I said I wanted no part of it.
She pressed. I said no, I do not want to be anyone’s boyfriend. Not mama’s boyfriend, not grandma’s boyfriend. I will not fund a fully grown adult who refuses to support herself. She kept pushing. I said no, I am not doing this.
She said, “You picked the wrong ones.” I said she was right. I do pick the wrong ones. That is why I do not pick anymore. Her tone shifted. She changed the subject to politics but took a position I had never heard her take. I questioned her. We argued. She accused me of not liking her, called me a false friend, and hung up. She never called again.
It hit me immediately,this was her fake argument trick. Months later I heard her husband was about to retire, and his salary would drastically be reduced. Friends also asked why I had “made a move” on her. At 61, with her at 68, I had no interest. But I have seen this move before.
Women make advances, and when rejected, they reverse the story. I have seen it since I was ten. In my teens, mothers of friends hit on me, and when I refused, they told their kids to stay away from me. Girlfriends’ mothers have tried it. It is the same playbook. Turn the man into the aggressor when he says no.
The only thing that changed between me and Melissa was that she learned I had money. She thought I would break up her family to spend it on her. That was never going to happen. But like any monkey swinging through the trees, she was already searching for her next branch before letting go of the one she was on.
Eve always invites the snake into the Garden of Eden. Always. She cannot help herself. The garden could be flawless, filled with love, order, peace, and purpose, and she will still go looking for something to ruin it. Not because she is evil by nature, but because stillness unsettles her. She craves a disruption. She searches for it. She needs it to feel alive. The serpent does not need to sneak in. She brings it through the gates herself. She may call it a friend, a book, a conversation, a mentor, or a healer, but the outcome is the same. The serpent has arrived.
A man gives her the Garden of Eden. A home. Protection. Order. Direction. And she calls it too safe. Too structured. Too predictable. She convinces herself it is a cage, not a gift. So she seeks the one voice that will tell her what she wants to hear. The voice that will scratch the itch of dissatisfaction. The voice that feeds her ego and tells her she is right to feel restless. She listens. She repeats the words in her mind. And just like that, the snake is in the garden.
She speaks with another woman who is bitter and broken. That woman calls herself wise. Eve listens. She reads something that tells her she deserves more. That her man does not understand her. That she is losing herself. She lets those words take root in her heart. She shares her soul with someone who does not honor it, and calls it healing. She exposes her husband’s weaknesses to someone who does not care about him, and calls it honesty. She plants doubt where there should be trust, resentment where there should be gratitude, suspicion where there should be peace.
She does not just fall. She walks toward the fall with open arms. She craves the fall. And when paradise crumbles around her, she says she was unhappy. She says it was necessary. She says she had to grow. But growth did not build the Garden. Loyalty did. Obedience did. Order did. The serpent never builds. It only whispers. It only tempts. It only offers the illusion of freedom while pulling the roots out from everything sacred.
Look through history. How many homes were destroyed because she let another voice drown out the man who protected her? How many families lost their foundation because she chased a feeling instead of honoring a promise? How many men were left broken in the dust because the woman they gave everything to believed a lie whispered in her ear? The serpent never speaks loud. It never needs to. Eve listens carefully. She always has.
You cannot prove this wrong. The Garden of Eden is never taken by force. It is surrendered by choice. And Eve is always the one who opens the door.
At first, I laughed at my friend when he suggested I should work as a phone psychic. That laughter died quickly when I realized more than ninety percent of my callers were painfully predictable.
1. They were almost always women or gay men,
2. They lived off one man, a husband or boyfriend, pretending to like him while convincing themselves they were not wrong for doing it,
3. They almost always had a second, third, or even fourth man in their sights who they wished to live off instead,
4. They always asked, “Does he love me?”, “Will he commit to me?” or “When will he commit to me or love me?”,
5. They almost always decided you were a great psychic if you encouraged them to leave the man they were with for the man they wanted,
Therapy is code for a dependency on others to think and analyze for her.
What most people do not understand is that women are dependent on others for almost everything they do. They consult psychics, therapists, astrologers, and their female friends, who often guide them to fail because they do not want their friends to rise above them in status.
The modern woman obeys and submits to astrologers, psychics, therapists, jealous girlfriends, lawyers, psychiatrists, and doctors who prescribe harmful mood-altering drugs. Yet she is combative toward the man who professes his love for her, using shaming tactics, insults, humiliation, guilt trips, nagging, and constant arguments.
In short, she obeys everyone who profits from her loss while spitting on the man who loves her.
Women often seek fulfillment outside themselves. When they do not find happiness in their partner, they may look for it elsewhere. This behavior aligns with the concept that some women expect men to supply emotional needs they do not fulfill themselves. This dynamic can lead to infidelity when the partner fails to meet those expectations.
A number of years ago I was sitting at a bar in Caffe Roma in Beverly Hills, California (http://www.cafferomabeverlyhills.com/) waiting for my friends to arrive. They were late, again. After a while of sitting there nursing my drink, a well-dressed man with long blonde hair stood next to me. As it turned out, this gentleman was Fabio, Fabio Lanzoni (http://tinyurl.com/zvbsj5b). You know, the Italian model who graced the covers of countless Harlequin Romance Novels (http://tinyurl.com/j3gq8jw) and starred in the famous I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter ads (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xszIaNpYILY). Yes, that Fabio, the icon of female desire.
We began talking. It was surreal. After a while, I asked him if he was married. A very serious look came over his face, and with a tone I will never forget, he replied,
“Do I look stupid to you?”
Then he added, “Women are crazy.”
Here I was, sitting and talking with a man who could attract any woman he wanted purely by his looks and popularity, yet he kept women at arm’s length and nothing more.
As you can see from his Wikipedia page (http://tinyurl.com/zayz5hm), he has never been married. If a man like him won’t get married, why should you?
By the way, congratulations to Fabio on becoming a U.S. citizen as of March 16, 2016. Welcome to our country, we’re proud to have you.
I’m tired of hearing
Some of these women
From the beginning
Feeling entitled to men who accomplished what they need.
Having a long list of standards
They haven’t met
And some of them probably never meet
He has to make 6 figures
Has to have excellent credit
While you can’t keep a job and your credit is shot
He has to have no kids
While you have plenty
He has to finish college
While you have not
He has to have a nice car
Because yours keeps breaking down
He must stay loyal
While you mess with your ex
He has to bring you the world
And all things in it
So you can toss it out
And ask for snacks
Yet, but still
things get real,
You have flaws
Let’s not forget
He has to deal with your self proclaimed “craziness”
And disrespectful mouth and still hand you all the respect
Then you brag about being spoiled
And have a bad attitude
And how he hasn’t left yet
But I’m sorry baby girl
In all actuality
A woman of his equal
He probably hasn’t met
He has to work his full shifts
Accept endless O, T,
To pay all the bills
And expensive trips
Just to come home
To no home cooked meal
Yet you provide excessive lip
He has to play daddy
With no kids of his own
Because your kids’ dad wont claim them
And when he asks you something
As small as some of his favorites
You can’t even name them
Out of all that he does for you
Bending over backwards all the time
All you really want to do is to shame him
And when things don’t go right
Inside of your life
You just find a way to blame him
And now he is stuck
Trying to figure out why he has to pay for what your ex did
And when you start to realize he’s not the same him
Well, that was your fault
You stayed where you didn’t belong
Thinking you can change him
Now the man you prayed to GOD to send your way
Because you knew you deserved better
Got with you and realizes he does too
And a woman of his equal
He wants to go get her
Because you laugh at his dreams
You think it is cute to be mean
And play victim when he goes astray
But he has no use for verbal abuse
And those egotistical games that you play
See, you have to stop thinking
You’re GOD’s gift to man
When all you bring to the table is sex
Men have endless battles daily to continue to come home to stress
And when he leaves
You better believe
All those credentials you wanted
Are tagged only to his name
And now you are stuck
Claiming you do not give a fuck
When clearly you are accustom to lame
The term, “Nice guys finish last”
I’ve heard in the past
And unfortunately, it seems to be true
You may think you’re bad
But that’s just a fad
If nothing else comes with you
You see, being attractive on the surface
Serves no purpose
If there is no personality to match
And all the negativity that comes with you
Just is not worth it for a good man in reality to be attached
You say hoes are winning
But that’s just the beginning
Of the many excuses
To make you feel like you are above
If you can’t reciprocate what you think you deserve
Then you are just not ready for love
People want what they can’s have
Reach but can’t grab
And if that is the case
Put it back on the shelf
And those credentials you want your real man to have
You need to start acquiring them yourself
You see, life don’t goes as expected
Which its smart to have a “Plan B”
And C
And D
And E
Not another man
But those plans that solely involve “Me”
So before you chant, “there are no good men”
Make sure that men of that caliber are your equal
Or, you will be forever stuck
Not knowing the end to your, “Men ain’t shit” sequel
See, you want the ring, the life, the things, the love and title too
But when it comes to kings
They are only wifeing queens
They feel their entitled too
• Would you still love your mother and father if they made less money than you do?
• Would you still love your sons and daughters if they made less money than you do?
• Would you still love your aunts and uncles if they made less money than you do?
• Would you still love your cousins if they made less money than you do?
• Would you still love your brothers and sisters if they made less money than you do?
Then why will you not love the man you promised to love and cherish until death? Why do you punish your own children by removing the most important man from their lives simply because he lost a job? Why do you call the police, hire lawyers, and run to judges to break him down when he fails to fulfill every fantasy and cannot serve your every want, need, desire, and emotion on a silver platter exactly when, where, and how you demand it?
Why do you choose to hate the very hand that fed you? Why do you take the love you vowed to give and lock it away the moment he is no longer a perfect provider in your eyes?
A vow is not a contract you cancel when your lifestyle dips. It is not a promise with a clause that expires when you are no longer entertained. The man you discard is the same man you chose. The man you betray is the one you once called your future. When you strip him from your children, you do not just punish him, you punish them. And for what? For failing to keep you in the comfort you decided you deserved.
It’s easy for any female to prove her equality to men;
All she needs to do is take lesson in a trade school and become a mechanic, HVAC repair, truck driver, cab driver, plumber, electrician and it’s done. No need for protesting and shouting. Just do it!
I was watching a documentary on Scientology, the so-called religion created by science fiction writer L. Ron Hubbard. At one point, the IRS refused to recognize the Church of Scientology as a legitimate religion. They saw it for what it was: a cash machine disguising itself with spiritual packaging. The IRS accused them of fraudulently avoiding taxes and demanded $1.5 billion in back taxes and penalties.
But Scientology didn’t fold. They didn’t beg. They fought fire with fire. They launched an all-out legal war, filing over 2,500 lawsuits against the IRS in courts across America. It was a legal siege. One the IRS couldn’t afford to fight. Eventually, the pressure became too much, and the IRS surrendered, recognizing Scientology as a religion and granting it tax-exempt status.
Now ask yourself this, if an organization built on the writings of a sci-fi author can pull this off, why can’t men? Why can’t we band together and force the system to recognize the abuse, the alienation, the financial destruction inflicted by the family court machine?
Imagine 200,000 men, unified and strategic, filing lawsuits on the same day, targeting the corruption, the gender bias, the unconstitutional rulings, and the rights violations that happen daily in family courts. Not one lawsuit. Thousands. Not spread out. Coordinated.
The goal isn’t just to clog the system. It’s to expose it. To make it undeniable. To make it national news. Just like Scientology did to the IRS.
The first step? Organize. Build a legal framework. Crowdsource lawyers who are not afraid to confront the court structure. Fund the strategy through mass contribution. Choose the date. Strike together.
This isn’t fantasy. It’s precedent. The system doesn’t change because you ask. It changes when you make it cost too much to stay the same.
I saw this beggar on the NYC Subway today. She was claiming she was a homeless single mother with an abusive husband and now they are divorced.
I started thinking, was this woman in a great relationship before she went to bed with that man to get pregnant, or was this man abusive from day one? Nobody just becomes abusive out of nowhere for no reason. Abuse does not appear like magic. It shows its face early, but people ignore it when it serves their desires.
But since it is New York City and on the Subway, it is probably just a lie.
Lie or not, this woman would not be telling that story day in and day out riding one train car after another if she was not making money from the deal.
Men and women hand her money for her story. They pay to feel good about themselves.
If a man were to stand in front of them telling the same sob story, women would look down on him with disgust. They would not give him a cent. A man’s pain is not profitable. His struggles are not currency.
Most of my callers were women complaining about their income source, their husband or boyfriend, while working on securing a new one who was still married or already in a committed relationship. They would tell me their man did not live up to the fantasy in their head. I would tell them every time there are two men in their lives, one they want to bring in, the other they want to push out. I could tell them this before they even spoke. They were that predictable.
Day after day it was a conveyor belt of women spilling the things they could not tell their clergy, friends, family, or even their psychiatrists. No wonder I pegged them before they said a word.
They never saw their actions as cheating. I would point out how hard they were working to get a married man to commit to them, a man who was already committed to someone else. I even praised their effort, telling them they were going above and beyond what they would ever do for that man if they already had him, just to pry him away from the woman he was with.
They were always frustrated that their effort did not pay off. They were chained to a man they hated, while chasing another man already spoken for, and both dependencies fed each other. They refused to let go of the first until the second was locked in place. They walked a tightrope, holding one in place while seducing the other, never risking a jump until the new branch could hold their full weight.
As of 2024, total student loan debt sits at $1.6 trillion. Women hold over 67 percent of it. That is $1 trillion in debt owed by women. Over 60 percent of college degrees are now held by women.
Many of these women spend their prime years chasing degrees instead of building relationships. They believe status will make them more attractive to men, the same way they view a man’s education as desirable. They think that if they achieve enough status, a high-caliber man will marry them, pay off their student loans, and give them the financial stability to quit working.
It is a strategy built on the belief that a man should be the reward for her ambition, and the solution to the debt she chose to create.
Most modern women want a man on her self-defined level or higher. This level is vague, subjective, and changes from woman to woman, but it almost always comes down to his income, status, height, and looks.
For the sake of this point, say she rates herself as a level 5. She will demand a man who is a 6 or higher, factoring in whatever components she decides matter at the moment.
The very fact that she seeks a man on a higher level is a red flag, and here is why:
1. What happens if she raises herself to a 7 in her mind and decides he is still the same? In her eyes, he is falling behind.
2. What happens when time passes and she decides his level is now lower than hers?
3. What if his level rises to a 10 or 12 while she drops to a 3 or 4?
4. Do you think she will stay if she believes she is above him?
5. Do you think her self-assessment is inflated?
6. Do you think her assessment of your value is accurate?
Regardless of her perception, you will still be expected to pay all the bills, open her doors, and kiss her feet while she saves her money for herself. You will be her personal servant, expected to fight and die for her, while she sees it as beneath her to even get you a glass of water.
Women like this say things like, “He needs to keep up with me” and “I might give him a chance.” Imagine a woman thinking she is offering you the privilege of becoming her servant.
The truth is she is not looking for a man to love, honor, or respect. She is looking for a man to raise her status and income while looking down on him as her provider and protector. A man should never provide for or protect someone who uses him. A man should provide for and protect only those who respect him.
There is a deep rooted, institutionalized hatred for men in today’s culture, and the moment you dare to call it out, you are branded a misogynist. Women are systematically trained, through TV shows, movies, music, and talk shows, to distrust, belittle, and despise men at every level. From childhood, they are spoon fed a narrative that men are disposable, abusive, or useless, unless of course they need something. Then suddenly, a man becomes valuable for a moment, whether it is protection, money, attention, or emotional labor. But once that need is filled, he is tossed aside like a used napkin. Men are no longer seen as human beings, they are tools, temporary utilities in a woman’s emotional and financial toolbox, to be picked up when convenient and thrown away when they are not.
A man is expected to jump in front of a bullet, but keep his mouth shut when he is being emotionally gutted. He is expected to pay for dinner, even if he goes home alone. He is expected to provide, but never complain. He is expected to protect, but never be protected. His pain is mocked, his struggles ignored, and his worth measured only by what he can offer a woman in the moment. The second he stops being a benefit, he is labeled weak, toxic, or insecure.
When a woman cries in public, the world stops to comfort her. When a man cries, he is told to man up. When a woman is broke, people rush to help. When a man is broke, he is called a loser. When a woman vents, she is “empowered.” When a man vents, he is “bitter.” This double standard is not just obvious, it is celebrated. Even in the courtroom, a woman can destroy a man financially, lie without evidence, and walk away with half his income, full custody, and public sympathy. The man is left treated like a criminal simply for existing after she no longer wants him.
Men have been reduced to temporary solutions for permanent female desires. Need help moving? Call a man. Need a bill paid? Call a man. Need someone to listen to you cry? Call a man. But once the emotions are soothed, the rent is paid, and the crisis has passed, he disappears again. He is invisible. Disposable. Until the next need arises.
The worst part is that most men have been conditioned to accept this treatment without question. They are told this is what strength looks like. This is what a “real man” does. Be silent. Be useful. Die quietly. Society values a man only for what he gives, never for who he is. And the rare few who speak out are mocked, shamed, and accused of hating women simply for telling the truth.
This is not bitterness, it is clarity. The system is not broken, it is functioning exactly as it was designed, to exploit men while erasing their humanity. And the longer men stay silent, the more this exploitation becomes the norm.
A man will end a relationship based on what a woman did.
A woman will end a relationship based on what a man did not do, specifically what she expected him to do despite all the hints she thinks she gave him. Afterward, she may still claim he wronged her.
Amazon Prime has a new series called Lorena, digging up the John Wayne and Lorena Bobbitt case from the 1990s. For those who forgot, she is the woman who cut off her husband’s penis while he was asleep.
In the trailer, a voice asks, “What did he do to make her do something like that?” The answer they give is abuse. They claim he pushed and shoved her. Yet nobody ever asked, “What did she do to make him do something like that?” That question never gets asked when the victim is a man.
I do not advocate violence of any kind. Nobody should hit anyone. Male, female, or any of the ten thousand genders that activists have invented and the rest of us have yet to hear about.
Back then, I remember clearly how sick it was to watch women cheering for Lorena without knowing the facts. She toured the country for years afterward, giving speeches on “domestic violence” and getting standing ovations. She even went on Steve Harvey’s show and got the same treatment. Apparently, mutilating your sleeping husband is a ticket to fame, applause, and a platform. Makes you wonder if she was handing out advice on how to become a domestic abuser.
Her claims? That her husband cheated on her, had a drug and alcohol problem, and hit her. Even if that were true, if she feared for her life, why did she wait for him to come home from work? Why not leave? Why not call the police?
John Wayne Bobbitt worked three jobs. Two of them required periodic drug testing. Does anyone really believe a man working three jobs had the money, time, or energy to live the life she accused him of? He says Lorena used to hit him and mock his earnings. That never made the headlines.
But society’s conclusion was simple: it is never a woman’s fault. He “made” her do it.
My friend and I were phone psychics, and we had a lot of fun swapping stories about our callers. Sometimes his clients would call me, and sometimes mine would call him. One day he stumbled on something big. He told a woman who wanted to leave her husband that her husband had forced her to marry him. She broke down crying and admitted she had never told anyone that before, claiming she was too ashamed.
He started using that line in his readings, and before long he discovered that almost every woman would agree. It was so insane that I started using it too. I told women their husband forced them into marriage, and many cried as they agreed, calling back even more often.
Whenever I told women not to leave their husbands, they hung up. They did not want a psychic, they wanted someone to hand them a story that made them innocent and made them the victim, every single time.
fter six months, I had a thirty minute monologue locked in for any new caller, delivered before they even asked a question. The website feedback was always the same:
“This man is very in tuned with me. He told me things I never told a soul. Right off the bat his readings were accurate and he never even asked me my date of birth. Highly recommend.”
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.
