Women are brainwashed from birth by a media machine designed to warp their minds. The manipulation is constant, merciless, and normalized. The more years a woman spends soaking in television, films, music videos, social media, and magazines, the more rotten her expectations become. Every screen tells her she deserves more, without effort, without sacrifice, without reality. The result is a woman who can no longer live in the real world. Fiction rots her soul, ego swells beyond recognition, and delusion becomes her only compass.
A powerful example came from the island nation of Fiji. Before cable television arrived, their women were proud of their natural bodies. Full-bodied women were considered healthy, attractive, and prosperous. Eating disorders didn’t exist. Then came Western media. The American TV show Dynasty, a primetime soap opera about thin, wealthy, powerful women living in luxury and constant drama, flooded their screens. Overnight, bulimia and anorexia appeared. Women who once carried cultural pride now starved themselves to mimic fictional characters who didn’t even reflect reality in their own countries. One generation of media turned a healthy culture into a graveyard of shame and neurosis.
This disease spread everywhere. Sex and the City taught women that whoring around was empowerment, that men were disposable, that endless drama was the definition of passion. Stability became boring. Intimacy became laughable. The audience didn’t just watch, they swallowed it whole. They modeled themselves on broken characters. They confused chaos for freedom. They destroyed their own futures while calling themselves strong.
Then came the Kardashians. That show didn’t just glamorize narcissism, it turned it into an industry. Now millions of women butcher their faces, inflate their lips, and chase validation like junkies chasing a fix. They sink into debt to look like copies of copies of broken role models. The lesson drilled into their heads: integrity is irrelevant, attention is everything. An entire generation reduced to counterfeit personalities begging for digital applause.
Even sitcoms like Friends and Seinfeld poisoned the well. Endless dating, shallow hookups, and cheap laughs at the expense of responsibility. Women laughed and absorbed the ideology. Relationships became punchlines. Commitment was mocked. They became addicted to empty freedom with no cost and no consequence. They turned themselves into the shallow characters they once idolized.
Music made it worse. Cardi B, Megan Thee Stallion, and their clones preach a gospel of vulgarity and greed. Men are ATM machines. Dignity is obsolete. Integrity is weakness. Young girls now scream lyrics celebrating the death of respect while calling it empowerment. They aren’t empowered, they’re enslaved by ego and blind to reality.
Even Disney set the stage. From birth, girls are told they’re princesses. Special, destined, entitled. No work required. No effort necessary. Just sit back and demand the fairytale. When life doesn’t deliver the prince and the castle, they don’t question the fantasy. They blame men for not performing in the script.
Men watch media too, but they don’t confuse it with life. A man might admire Bond or Rocky, but he uses it as fuel to sharpen himself. He doesn’t delude himself into believing the world owes him for existing. Women cross that line without hesitation. They confuse entertainment for identity. They confuse fantasy for entitlement. And the more they consume, the more impossible they are to satisfy.
Women no longer age into wisdom. They age into entitlement, bitterness, and disconnection. They stop asking “what do I bring?” and start demanding “why haven’t I been given more?” It’s not growth, it’s decay. Not empowerment, but rot. Broadcast on every screen, sold as freedom, packaged as strength.
This is not female empowerment. This is mass-produced female delusion. A corporate-fed lie that turns women into hollow shells, egos swollen, realities broken, destinies wasted. For those too far gone, the damage cannot be undone.
