Sunday, December 10, 2017

The Survivability of Men and Women

We use the terms 'Men' and 'women' still in the Tavern  - will these survive - despite the Oz Gummunt changing the terminology on marriage certificates with such obscene haste that one has to think they did it months ago. Nothing happens overnight in Gummunt. We recognise only two genders too, not the vomited list so recently devised and adopted by many organisations, again betoking a sort of insanity.

We do not mind what people wear as long as it covers them up adequately, even blokesses in dungarees or chaps in frocks. But the clothes, even jeans, are not magical and cannot alter your genes.

There was a lively discussion going on when Dfor walked in and added to it, quite handily. Several customers had been musing on the relative merits of men and women and their gravitation toward one occupation or another. They do, you know. And that had moved to their ability to simply survive if pretty well everything but fresh air and sunshine was taken away from them.

Dfor was pretty sure that the women would not get by. Nomen Nescio had the evidence.
how dumb do feminists need to be?

Recently I came across yet another feminist spouting the line that if only all men could be removed from the planet women would be able to live in a safe peaceful Garden of Eden.
Apparently it had never occurred to this woman that a world free of men might not be so wonderful. 
For instance, there would be no electricity. No running water. No internet. No telephones. All these things have been built and are maintained by men. There would be no fire brigade so if your house caught fire you could be in trouble. There would be nobody to collect the rubbish.
In fact women probably wouldn’t live long enough to have to worry about most of the consequences because within a few days there would be no food in the stores. Farming, fishing and all forms of food production are done by men. Of course even if there was food it wouldn’t help since there’d be nobody to drive the trucks to deliver the food to the stores.

This is all pretty obvious. Civilisation was created by men and it’s men who keep it running. And women are absolutely dependent on civilisation. I don’t believe any woman in the 1950s (or any earlier period in history) would have been dumb enough to think that women could survive more than a few days in a world without men. 
But today our universities are full of women who believe such nonsense. 
They really are completely unaware of how the world actually works.
Of course if you’re a feminist today such mind-boggling ignorance is not enough. You also have to believe that a man wearing a frock is just as much of a woman as any actual woman, and is entitled to all the privileges that go along with being female.

Is it stupidity or craziness? Like I said earlier, it’s difficult to tell. Maybe a bit of both.

I suspect that most older feminists don’t believe this kind of silliness. They believe some of it, but not all of it. At the very least, they have some serious doubts about the magical power of a frock to transform a man into a woman.
One has to wonder why any man who believes feminist cant and mendacity would ever want to be a woman. Are women not oppressed by the evil patriarchy?  Have they not had all rights stripped from them? Why would a chap wish to join such a deprived majority? 
Deluded Feminist Harpy
Ahh, but, some will say with a knowing touch to the side of the nose that such chaps are plain stupid. Not even fancy stupid. No decorative value at all, and at least a pretty feminist girl serves that function.

Those that think they are pretty are often deluded though. 

And were such ladies, girls, women, binaries, lesbians, bi or whatnots left to their own devices, decorative is just what we get, even if that includes useless nick-nacks.  

As Nomen showed. He takes the diametrically opposite tack to the feminists. You will all already know that I hold no brief for 'patriarchy' as it is an invented word, pushed by feminists, to denigrate men. Nomen turns it back upon them, as though it were real.

Patriarchy has been extremely successful, despite its recent vilification. Most cultures worldwide are patriarchal – to find examples of successful matriarchal societies you either have to turn to ancient history, remote outskirts of the world or feminist fiction. 
However, this hasn’t stopped the feminist collective from queefing out books and even a hashtag hailing the end of patriarchy in a textbook example of incestuous amplification.
What patriarchy, after its apparent downfall, will be replaced with remains to be seen. Hamsterizations aside, there is surprisingly little data available about what life would be like in a society made up of only men or only women. 
An enterprising social scientist might want to perform an experiment where groups of men and groups of women are left to their own devices, having to work together to survive against the elements and build a civilization from scratch. However, this scientist would have a very hard time convincing ethical review boards that the inevitable suffering of his participants would weight up against the value of the data.

Luckily, reality television is not bound by ethical constraints 
.....and once in a while, in its never ending quest for viewer ratings, reality TV accidentally performs a very interesting experiment that social scientists would never be allowed to do.

Quite a few years ago, I had the pleasure of watching the Dutch version of Survivor (Expeditie Robinson) with my feminist roommate. That particular season would have two islands, one populated by men and one populated by women. 
My roommate had been promoting that particular series to me and the other students in the house for weeks because it would show us, according to her, what a society run by women – free from the evils of patriarchy – would be like.

And it did. 
Oh it did.

Here is what happened: initially both groups were dropped on their respective islands, given some supplies to get started and left to fend for themselves. 
In both groups there was some initial squabbling as people tried to figure out a local hierarchy. The men pretty much did whatever they felt was necessary – there was no leader giving orders. 
Men who felt like hunting, foraging or fishing did so. Another guy decided he was fed up with sitting on sand and started making benches. Others built a hut that gradually grew and evolved. Another guy cooked every night. Within days a neat little civilization was thriving, each day being slightly more prosperous than the previous one.

The women settled into a routine as well. The hung up a clothesline to dry their towels, then proceeded to sunbathe and squabble. Because unlike men, women were unable to do anything without consensus of the whole group. 
And because it was a group of at least a dozen women, consensus was never reached. 
During the next few episodes, the women ate all their initial supplies, got drenched by tropical storms several times, were eaten alive by sand fleas and were generally miserable. The men on the other hand, were quite content. There were disagreements of course, but they were generally resolved.

Eventually, the people running the program decided something had to change.  
In order to help the women out, three men would be selected to go to their island. In return, three women would take their place at the men’s island. The look on my feminist roommates face during this episode was priceless.

Initially, the three men selected for the women’s island were ecstatic, for obvious reason. But then they arrived at the island and were greeted by the women.

‘Where is your hut?’, they asked.
‘We have no hut’
‘Where are your supplies?’ they asked, dismayed
‘We ate all the rice’
And so on. The three men ended up working like dogs, using all the skills developed by trial and error in their first few weeks – building a hut, fish, trying to get the women to forage. 
The women continued to bitch and sunbathe. 
The three women who were sent to the men’s island were delighted – food, shelter and plenty of male attention was freely available. They too continued to sunbathe.

And that my friends, is what patriarchy is. My former roommate, unsurprisingly, is no longer a feminist.

Now this might all be a fluke, a white raven, an exceptional case not representative of society as whole. But that particular season of Dutch Survivor is not unique. CBS broadcast several Survivor seasons in the US, where men and women started off in separate groups. In most cases (the Amazon and One World), the result was the same. 
The men quickly got their act together, getting access to food, fire and shelter while the women spent a lot of time and energy on petty little squabbles, eating their meager supplies, getting drenched in storms and generally being pathetic. 
The opposite situation, where men didn’t get their act together while women quickly built a functional micro society, has not yet been observed outside of feminist fiction, and it probably never will.

Well, I had pints to pull and tables to wipe down. 

I gave out pints all round but resolutely refused to be drawn.


Men make a house: women make a home.

They both are better holding hands than arm (or head) wrestling.

Buy your gal a drink and let her massage your shoulders. 


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