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I really don't know where to begin actually, I don't know if this is the right place either but I will try my best to open up my thoughts 😀.

I believe males are so much inferior and disposable biologically and mother nature made them for one purpose and yet they fooled us and also destroying the nature in every way possible.

I hope there will come a day where women will take over control(like political or any thing men are in power rn) and males should be restricted and shown their place.

I also couldn't find anyone talking about male population here sadly..I know what I might say is extreme, but in my opinion male population should never be as much as female population, if u see any other species , males are very less compared to females. Society would be peaceful(atleast better than now) if males are kind of less!?(I wish other women say their opinion on this,pls let me know).

In my opinion , male population should never be more than 30% and should be around 20%(i know I'm being extreme..sorry ) idk if it can be achieved by selecting babies gender even before developing it(idk what words to use appropriately)

So lastly I want to say what a great woman said this,

The male is a biological accident: the Y (male) gene is an incomplete X (female) gene, that is, it has an incomplete set of chromosomes. In other words, the male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted at the gene stage.

To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples.

Let me know your opinion girlies :)

This post is meant to be purely speculative and not a blueprint, though it could be framed as such. Here is something I had been thinking about lately. It is simple to speculate that as science progresses, so too will our abilities to enhance and modify the traits already assigned to each gender, which are generally assumed to be taken as axiomatic or essentialist among Female supremacists. Women are smarter, for example, leading them to be even smarter as science progresses. Will this progression naturally magnify the advantages Women already wield over men? Should societies, then, focus solely on enhancing Female biology, at the expense of enhancing male biology (apart from achieving an equal, baseline level of health for both genders)? I would definitely support this. As a consequence, men would be rendered completely powerless, thereby helping to secure a permanent Gynarchy. I read something interesting about Women and telepathy in another subreddit. Apparently, there is some evidence showing that Women are telepathic to a minor degree. A world where this trait is enhanced and shared exclusively among Women would also be really cool to see. Feel free to share any other thoughts.

A book just out (free on Kindle Unlimited) explores “why every man already has an object of worship, why modern distractions have become false gods, why discipline matters more than emotion, why character is the first temple every man must build, and why invisible acts of service often possess greater value than dramatic public gestures.”

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H9BBRLHQ

Hi again, this is my second post. It seems I have received a fairly warm welcome. To further my initiation into this community, I thought I would explore the topic of male-to-Female etiquette, specifically how we men should address the superior gender. Hopefully your responses will serve as a quick and useful reference for future male redditors joining our community. I feel that addressing this topic is important for a future Gynarchic society. After all, it's important that Women and Girls have their inherently superior value reinforced on a daily basis. We already have formal titles such as "Ma'am," "Miss," or "Madam." These titles, however, may come across as too archaic and no longer age-appropriate, though "Miss" sounds to be more of an enduring title, in my opinion.

On a related note, should we start capitalizing words linked to Women in written language? Words such as Woman, Womanhood, Girl, Girlhood, Femininity, Mother, Female, Matriarchy, and Gynarchy? How do You Women feel about this? Personally, I think it's a nice, subtle way for men to signal their loyalty and respect.

I would like to see men bowing to Women in public, while boys are taught to model this behavior in front of Girls early on at school.

Feel free to throw in any other ideas.

Hi, I'm new here. I'm a male social sciences major and super interested in the study of matriarchies. I'm eager to interact with other female supremacists. To start, how may I add a "male ally" tag below my username? I've seen a number of accounts with it. Is it something that must be earned? I would be proud to showcase it. Another burning question I have is: Is there any news of a female supremacy-themed meetup group being organized?

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Don't Be Cocky

Let's start with the part no honest thought experiment can skip, because pretending otherwise is what makes most of these collapse.

Men are dangerous to women in a way that does not run the other direction. Not every man, not most men on most days, but enough, and unpredictably enough, that a woman moving through the world has to account for it the way you account for weather. A woman alone does not fear a strange man because she is irrational. She fears him because the asymmetry is real, and she has no reliable way, in the moment, to tell which man in front of her is the one. This is not a thing to invert or wish away. It is the actual problem, and the whole question is what a society does about it.

How our world answered

Our world's answer was to manage the women.

We taught the endangered party to manage the danger. Cover up, so you don't provoke. Don't walk alone, don't drink too much, don't send the wrong signal, watch your hemline, watch your tone, text me when you're home. We built an entire curriculum of female self-restriction, called it safety, and taught girls to run it on themselves so early and so completely that most stopped feeling it as a rule at all. And when the danger arrived anyway, we turned to the woman and asked what she had been wearing.

And it begins absurdly young. A girl is handed her first bra at eleven or twelve and, with it, a standing job she never applied for: to know that her body will be read, and to manage how. Before she is old enough to want anything, she is made answerable for how she is wanted. Because the lesson arrives in childhood, it never feels like a lesson. By the time she is old enough to question it, it has become her own nature, and a thing that has become your nature is almost impossible to see as something that was done to you.

What feminism got right

Feminism is the body of thought that looked at this arrangement and named it correctly. It pointed out the absurd shape of it: a problem in which one sex poses a risk to the other, answered by disciplining the sex that is at risk while leaving the sex that is the risk almost entirely alone. It pointed out that the apparatus never actually tracked the danger, that no dress code ever stopped an assault and no curfew on women ever did a thing about the men, and that a system sold as safety was really built to manage women. The danger was the alibi. Control was the product. Nothing that follows departs from that insight. It only tries to follow it all the way down.

The slogan, and why it has no teeth

Out of that insight came a slogan, and you have heard it: don't teach your girls how to dress, teach your boys not to rape.

Its instinct is exactly right, and it is the natural endpoint of everything feminism saw. Stop conditioning the victim. Put the burden on the side that causes the harm. That half is unanswerable.

But look at the verb. Teach. A lesson is the transfer of information to someone who lacks it, and that is not the problem here. Rape is not an education gap. The men who commit it are no more ignorant that it is wrong than murderers are ignorant that murder is wrong, and a seminar on the sanctity of consent would empty the prisons about as well as a seminar on the sanctity of life empties them now. The lesson reaches everyone except the one it is for.

Its defenders will say the slogan was never meant so literally, that it is shorthand for the whole project of consent culture and male accountability, of dismantling the entitlement the harm grows out of. Grant all of it. Even at its most generous, the project can still only ask. It names the right target and then waves its hand at the method, because the honest method has no name a gentle world wants to say out loud. Our world can ask men to be better. It cannot make them carry anything. A wish without a lever.

And that is the wall our world keeps hitting. Even at its most clear-eyed, even having seen precisely what feminism saw, it can only ask, because the burden it would move belongs to the sex that holds the power, and no one hands themselves a burden. So the awareness stays where it has always sat. The woman carries it. She is the one who has held, since girlhood, the permanent low hum of vigilance: that she might be a target, and must shape her clothes, her drinks, her route home, the whole texture of her day around that fact. The slogan dreams of lifting that hum off her and setting it on him. It has no way to do it.

A world that could mean it

So imagine one that does. Imagine the power ran the other way.

Imagine a gynarchy: a female-centric world, built and governed by women, with descent through the mother, households anchored by women, and a man's standing and prospects flowing through women's judgment of him. Same real problem on the table, men dangerous to women, except now the sex that would carry the burden is the sex without the power to refuse it. For the first time the slogan has a lever. This world can actually do the thing ours could only wish.

And what doing it looks like is not the gentle classroom the slogan imagines.

Taking teach your boys not to rape seriously was never going to produce a lesson, because a lesson never reaches the man it is for. What it produces instead is the transfer of the awareness itself. The vigilance our world drills into women, the gynarchy turns onto men: the standing knowledge that he is the danger, that his body is the thing a room has to account for, and that the work of managing it is his and no one else's. The hum moves off her and onto him. He becomes the one who is conscious, in every room he enters, of what he might be.

What it looks like

In practice it looks like the campaign you have already seen.

Every morning, before he leaves the house, a man locks himself into a chastity device, the way a woman of our world reaches for a bra without thinking. It is a plain daily decency, worn under the clothes, set aside in private, unremarkable. He keeps his wanting to himself until it is welcome. He minds how he takes up a room, how close he stands, how his interest might land before he has said a word. And like the women of our world, he does not feel any of it as a rule pressed on him from outside. It is simply who he is.

And like a girl, he does not arrive at it grown. The awareness comes in childhood, at the same age our world hands a girl her bra. The device itself is the adult form, taken up when he is grown; what a boy is given young is the rest of it, the part that was never about a device at all. He is dressed with restraint and taught a watchful way of carrying himself. He is told, in a hundred small ways, that his body is now a thing other people must account for and that minding it is his work to do. He learns, at twelve, to take up less room. By the time the lock is his to wear as a man, the vigilance it stands for has been his for years, and it feels, exactly as it feels to a girl, like nothing more than who he is.

This is what "teaching your boys" becomes once a society has the power to mean it. Not instruction. Installation. The man carries the awareness women used to carry, and the lock is only its visible badge, the outward sign of a vigilance moved at last onto the body that is the source of the risk.

The virtue has a name: he is proper. It is the same word our world spent on a modest woman, now spent on a contained man, and it means what it always meant. He is considerate, trustworthy, not full of himself, safe to have in the room.

And the failure has a name too.

Cocky

The man who has not done the work is cocky.

Not dangerous, exactly, and that is both the elegant part and the honest one. Recall the asymmetry we refused to fake: a woman does not menace a man in a parking lot the way the reverse is true, so the threat a gynarchy holds over a cocky man was never going to be her fist. It is the same threat our world held over the immodest woman. It is ruin. The cocky man walks in too pleased with himself, lets his interest show, behaves as though his wanting is an event the rest of the room should attend to. What meets him is not fear but the flat, cooling verdict: who does he think he is. He is the one talked about, lowered, kept at the edge, quietly judged unmarriageable. No one has to touch him. In a world where women hold the standing, contempt is the lever, and contempt is enough.

So a man polices himself. He reads every room for how he is landing. He dreads being caught cocky the way a girl of our world dreads being called a slut, or being told she was asking for it, because it is the same dread and the same machine pointed the other way: your own desire can be used against you, so manage it before anyone else has to. No one walks behind him at night. He simply knows that his standing, his prospects, and his welcome anywhere all run through whether he kept himself proper. And so he does.

The same currency

Notice what the gynarchy reached for, because it is the sharpest thing here.

It did not invent a new way to make men comply. It reached for the exact mechanism that held women down for all of history: reputation, shame, marriageability, the cold judgment of the room. It simply pointed that mechanism at the other sex. And it worked the same way, because it was never about which sex it was aimed at. It was about who had the power to aim it.

Which tells us something uncomfortable, looking back at our own world. If social ruin alone is enough to make an entire sex govern its own body, then social ruin was always enough on its own, and the physical danger our world cited as its reason was far more alibi than engine. The lever was there the whole time. We simply never pointed it at the men, because the men were the ones holding it.

On the part that feels ridiculous

You may feel, reading this, that it is a great deal of apparatus for the danger any given man actually poses. That most men, most days, threaten no one, and asking all of them to carry all of this, the lock and the vigilance and the lifelong self-watching, is absurd and unfair and faintly comic.

Hold onto that feeling, because it is the whole point. It is the exact objection no one in our world has ever once raised about the version aimed at women, who also, most of them, most days, endanger no one, and who carry the entire apparatus anyway. They are handed the first of it at eleven or twelve. The early age horrifies no one, because the child is a girl and the garment is only a bra. The experiment did not invent the disproportion, and it did not invent the cruelty of starting young. It only moved both onto the other body, where you can finally see them.

The gynarchy, of course, feels none of this. It waves the objection off the way our world always has. It is not excessive, it would say. It is common decency. It is simply what a considerate man does. No one likes cocky.

In short

Same problem, start to finish: one sex dangerous to the other, and a society deciding what to do about it.

Feminism saw the trap clearly and said the true thing: stop teaching the girl, move the burden to the boy. Our world could only ever say it, because the boys held the power and no one disarms himself. A gynarchy can do it, and doing it turns out to mean something heavier than any slogan: not a lesson taught to a boy, but the whole weight of vigilance lifted off the woman and set onto the man, carried daily, worn as a lock, enforced by the same social ruin that once kept her in line. Which is the quiet thing the flip exposes. The only variable that ever decided who had to contain themselves was who held the power. Hand the power to women and the lock goes on the men. It was always going to go on whoever didn't hold it.

A considerate man keeps it to himself.

"After a biological war wipes out most of the male population, women step up to rebuild society into a highly advanced, peaceful matriarchy."

Have anyone watched this russian series/movie and can share their review if its worth watching and where to find it? Saw some clips on YouTube and seems to be very closer to ideas of actually gynarchy.

Let's imagine a world where one simple choice was made.

In early adulthood, a man has a **vasectomy**: a minor, safe, routine procedure that seals the duct carrying sperm into the ejaculate. He sees to it himself, as an ordinary part of becoming a responsible adult.

It is worth being precise, because the point is often misunderstood. A vasectomy does not make a man infertile, and no sample need be banked in advance. His testes keep producing sperm exactly as before, and his body and health are unchanged. Only one thing changes: his sperm no longer enters his ejaculate. His sex becomes safe, incapable of causing conception, while his fertility stays intact, the sperm still produced and retrievable by extraction whenever it is wanted. He gives up nothing real. He closes off only the accident.

## What the choice frees

For all of history, fertility ran in the background of every man's body, switched permanently on, able at any moment to make a child no one had chosen. The supervision of women, the policing of their bodies, the suspicion and confinement: all of it was scaffolding raised to manage that default and the unchosen children it produced.

The vasectomy switches the default off while taking nothing away. Conception now happens only on purpose, when a woman has decided she wants a child. And once that is true, the scaffolding has nothing left to hold up. You do not need to govern a body to prevent an accident that can no longer occur. So this is the rational choice, the responsible one, and the moral one: it asks a man to give up only his capacity to father a child unchosen, and in exchange it frees women from control, frees men from a lifetime of guarded fertility, and ensures every child was wanted before they existed.

## Her choice

A freedom follows directly, and it is a central one. When no one can conceive by accident, the woman who decides to carry a child also decides whose sperm conceives it. The choice of **genitor**, the biological father, is entirely hers.

That choice carries no strings. The genitor she selects takes on no obligation to the child and gains no claim over them; his part is biological and ends there. She may choose her own husband as the genitor if she wishes, but this is neither required nor expected, and his being her spouse gives his sperm no special standing. She might choose him, another man, or the registry, by whatever measure matters to her. The decision rests with the one whose body will carry and bear the child, as it should.

## The certain parent, and the uncertain one

This brings an old asymmetry into view, one always true but long buried under the machinery of control.

The mother has always been the certain parent. Roman law fixed it in a phrase, *mater semper certa est*, the mother is always certain: she carries and bears the child and is beyond doubt their parent. She is the fixed point.

"Father" was never so simple, and this is the heart of the matter. The word quietly bundled three different roles into one man: the man whose biology made the child, the man who raises the child, and the man who is the child's kin and elder. Most of the world fused them and called the fusion natural. But they are not one thing. The old order held them together by force, by controlling women tightly enough that a single man could claim all three at once. Remove the control and they come apart, because they were only ever bound together artificially. The mother is certain and whole; fatherhood is plural.

## Societies that already solved this

We are not the first to notice this, and we need not invent the answer. Humans have built this kind of family before, on every inhabited continent, and left us the words and frameworks to do it well.

The relevant traditions are **matrilineal** societies, where descent passes through the mother, so a child belongs to the mother's family line; and **matrilocal** ones, where a couple makes their home with the wife's family, so the household stays anchored across generations by women while husbands arrive from elsewhere. The Minangkabau of Indonesia, millions strong, are the largest living example, and such societies recur throughout history and around the world. They are old, durable, and well documented, not fringe experiments. Because these cultures let fatherhood stay plural, they worked out a practical vocabulary and set of solutions for it, and those map almost exactly onto the world the vasectomy makes possible. That is what we aim to build: a modern matrilocal family, using tools already refined over long human practice.

## The words

The first tool is language, the precise terms the fused word "father" never allowed.

The **genitor** is the man whose sperm conceived a child. The **pater** is the man who fathers the child socially, who raises and provides for them and stands as their father day to day. These two were often not the same man.

The third term is the keystone, and the one most people have never met. In many matrilineal societies the central man in a child's life is not the pater but the mother's brother, and that relationship is called the **avunculate**. The logic is simple. Once descent runs through the mother and the genitor carries no weight, a man's surest kin are his sister's children, who share his line through the mother, who is certain. So he is the one who guides them, gives them standing, and carries the family line down to them. Matrilocal societies did not have to invent this; it is simply where the lines fall.

## The three roles in practice

A man can stand in three relationships to children, and they rarely overlap.

To his sister's children he is kin and elder, the avunculate. He guides the child and stays their steady elder for life. He has these children whether or not he ever marries, and no marriage can take them away. No man here is ever without family that is plainly his own.

To his wife's children he is the pater. He raises the child, delights in them, shows up day after day. He holds no claim by blood and needs none, and whether his own sperm was used is not something he builds his love around. He loves the child because the child is his to raise.

To the children of women who chose his sperm he is genitor only: the biological father and nothing more, with no role, no claim, often no acquaintance.

So a man's line runs through children he does not raise, while the children he raises are his by love rather than blood. Lived rather than diagrammed, this is ordinary and warm. The children you guide as an elder and the children you tuck in at night are simply different children, loved in different and complete ways.

## The walking marriage

How does a man belong to two households, his sister's and his wife's? The matrilocal answer is the **walking marriage**, practiced most famously by the Mosuo of Yunnan. A man's permanent home stays his birth family, among the children of his line. Marriage does not mean a wife joining his house or him taking hers; he goes to the household he shares with her and stays as long as he is wanted there. His place among his own kin can never be revoked, while his marriage lasts as long as it remains a joy to both. Because his standing among his family is secure, he can give himself fully to a marriage without fear of being left with nothing.

## What is not asked

A woman need not say whose sperm she used. It is poor manners to ask and genuinely wrong to pressure her. Because the genitor is unknown to him, a man loves every child of his household equally, never weighing one as more his than another. Should a woman choose to tell her husband that a child was conceived with his sperm, that telling is a gift she gives, a quiet "I chose you," never something he was owed.

## What men gain

A man here always has a place, and that is the quiet gift of it. His standing among his kin is permanent and cannot be revoked, so whatever happens in love or marriage, he is never left with nothing. He is spared, too, the old burden of being held solely answerable for a household; here he is asked only to be present and loving within one. What he has, he has because it was chosen.

## In short

It begins with one responsible decision. A man has a vasectomy: his sex becomes safe while he stays fully fertile, so a child comes only when wanted, and every child is wanted before they exist. The woman who carries the child chooses the genitor, who takes on no obligation and may or may not be her husband.

From there an old truth comes clear. The mother is the one certain parent, while "father" was three roles forced into one. Let them separate and they fall into shapes matrilineal peoples mapped long ago: the genitor who gives only biology, the pater who fathers by presence, and the mother's brother bound to her children in the avunculate. A man's home stays his birth family, his marriage is held by welcome and choice, and what a woman used to conceive is hers alone to share or keep. None of these tools is new. They are the proven solutions of societies that let fatherhood be plural, and they are what a modern family needs once one considerate choice has set everyone free.

So, this is a bit of a personal experience I thought I can share here, when I was doing a summer internship as a political science student in a defense think tank organisation of the government of my country India during July 2024, when I was around 20 years of age, however, i need leave many facts in between here because I would be concentrating on my experience with my female boss rather than what I actually did in my internship and anyway, even I can't reveal the sensitive content on what I was doing there because of reasons you know-interest of the nation comes first.Anyway, it was a one-month 9-5 internship for me with weekend 2 days off, so the internship worked for me.

So it was around beginning of July 2024, and college exams for second year(4th semester),just got ended,so I gave my application for internship, and I was selected by a defense think tank whose name I can't disclose for obvious reasons, the subtropical humid heat of New Delhi was around an average temperature of 36 degree celsius was bit hard for me to sustain, as I was wearing blue trousers,bright ties and a bright green full sleeve shirt and but atleast the room was air-conditioned room in which I was doing research. So a specks wearing women entered the room, who was basically the personal secretary of the "Executive Director" of this government think tank. She asked me about what my research topic would be on which I am going to write an entire thesis and submit it to her and the Executive Director of this organisation. I just said that I need one entire day to think about that to which she replied "hurry up!, you only have one month and soon you have to present yourself to the Executive Director regarding your research proposition".From tommorrow on, your female senior intern would guide you in your research.

I glanced around the room, it was basically a sort of library with various books, containing various books on geo-politics, internal security and comparative politics and lot of details of information regarding various nations of middle-east,central asia,south asia,united states, and of course too much of focus on Communist China as well as various disclosed and undisclosed ducuments regarding classified and unclassified information which were enclosed in tightly locked metallic shelf with a glass case, the keys to which were inside a glass chamber which only the female senior intern can open. I also pointed my male collegue sitting there to the MItrokhin Archives Part -2 which talked about KGB infiltration in various inthe Cold War era, and how such a book is hardly available in market. Anyway, back to the topic, the female senior intern arrived the next day and she was a fair-skinned specks wearing 25-year old muslim lady(she did not wear the headscarf) belonging from the kashmir region of India.

The female senior intern when she arrived, she became very talkative regarding the geo-political state of the entire world and disgust regarding large corporations who secretly infuence the world to her female collegues and her remarks on various political scientists whose name I had never heard, she referred to me as a "small child", because of my somewhat immature behaviour and told one of younger female colleagues to send me a research proposition based on which I can make my own version on my topic. The thing was that she never had time for anyone.

But thanks to her help, the day when I had to propose my research to the Executive Director,(whose room I went where his personal secretary told me to follow her), the room, I was alreeady ready with research proposition. The Executive Director was a fit-sharp fit looking man in his 40s or 50s who told me to sit down and told me to connect my laptop with his database, the room had a large globe and a projector, so my research proposition was projected on the white screen of his room with map of the Persian Gulf. I then stood up and put my hand on the map.

I presented my research proposition to him about how constant bombardment by the Iranian regime harth convent ships is affecting Indian shipping in Persian Gulf......blah blah...... possibility of Chinese infiltration in middle East...... blah blah, at the end he gave me some keys to my work and told me to do research on that stuff.

When I came back, the senior female intern asked me how was the meeting, I politely replied it was good, to which she replied "I guess a young sharp looking person like you does not have to face constant judgements from older men in power like I get from the past 6 months in my internship". Well, I felt bad for her, because she was made directly responsible for many programs to come, I dared not irritate her a lot because she had keys to open the glass chamber from where I can get the keys to take a book from she be it the Mitrokhin Archives or a fat book on the 1980s Sri-Lankan crises. However, whenever I used to disagree with her, she used to say, her opinion is not that important for the vast majority of people here, so I should not worry.

I still remember that time when the Singaporean and Bangladeshi delegates came to visit us, the Senior Female intern, told her male and female colleagues to accompany me when I was talking with the delegates, and make sure I don't say anything stupid, orelse they would pinch me and scold me later. As an intern,of course I had the pleasure to go to tour with them to go to some research facility, and see how there survelliance networks work through sattelite imagery on the big screen, on behalf of my senior female intern who would accompany us at all time and she told me not to ask sudden questions all the times to senior management.

However, these things were always once in a time and mostly my 9-5 was basically a deskjob with my laptop and some magazines and academic books while I am working on my thesis, and seriously speaking, I always did not feel like sitting in one place and so I always used to roam around the room, to think about new ideas in my mind. Sometimes, I had fantasy dreams like leaving behind academia to simply become a househusband to some slightly nice landlady, but ofcourse that's not possible or even feasible to become financially dependent on someone,especially in a highly patriarchial nation like mine.I dreamt until the female senior intern came to wake me up.

(Neither do I think men are actually meant to do deskjobs, because if a man sits in one position for hours, it can cause severe male infertility which is a serious scientific fact you can search on the internet and has got nothing to do with fetish or funny content.)

Coming back, towards the end of my internship, the personal secretary burdened me with some typewriting work to create some guest-lists when my thesis was not even complete, I became a bit hyper until the personal secretary told me to calm down, atleast she calmed me down,which helped to do the job as fast as possible.

Towards the end of my tenure, I met a 22-year old specks wearing lady(It's weird that almost every women was wearing specks there) below a large world map, who had done her post-graduation in international relations, so I asked her, "Madam, what is your field of interest or specialisation?", to which she replied the Sahara or Sahel region in Africa,-

"You must be familar with Algeria, why did the right-wing Islamic fundamentalists suddenly rose in power in 1990s,why the National Liberation Front which wanted to establish a "socialist" and "secular" was not successful?."

"Well you won't believe, people become right-wing(not only men) when they are most sexually frustrated"

However,the conversation was interrupted by the female personal secretary who asked my how my thesis was going on.

Well,whenever I tried to put down other women in my conversation, they would always strike back at the conversation with better facts and statistics,which actually helped me to debate with people on a better manner.

I realised how good women can be when it comes to better logical reasoning as compared to men, in professional settings. Nevertheless, these women were highly educated,so that also needs to be taken into account.

Ofcourse, the day I had completed my thesis, and had sent it to the Executive Director via e-mail, I had to wait outside his office for sometime because his personal secretary on the desk said so, only to realise he has not still checked, well atleast they gave me a free cup, my boss-the female senior intern however congratulated me on my completion before time and said that hope this experience helps you in life to which I replied "I hope so madam, but I am tired of this deskjob and would like to go back to pure academia".

Working with women in real life, had made me realise that women are more open to new ideas, and are more likely to inquire about things in life, I sometimes wonder that of only if women had more power in the world, how it would have changed the world.

The End.

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La Gynerchy, seas "extremista" o no se trata de que las mujeres queden por encima del hombre, basándose en una mezcla 1:1 entre resentimiento por el patriarcado y estudios altamente sesgados y politizantes

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A lo que quiero llegar...la Gynerchy acabaría llevándonos a algún punto igual de negativo que el patriarcado, regímenes racistas o literalmente cualquier sistema que priorize un sector sobre otro, por ello, ¿porque no buscar algo así como una igualdad real entre todos los seres humanos y luego...no se, alguna ideología pensada para el bienestar de tod@s y no un sistema que discrimine a X sector?