And the Feminist says: Praise the Lord!

So we all had the flu a few weeks ago; Little Miss, James and I. And James swears that he had something different to what Scarlet and I had. He didn't of course. We all sufferred equally. However, while Scarlet and I dealt with our sickness like Amazon warriors, James kinda looked like a wilted french fry. I remember my dad walking around the house moaning-literally-Moaning when he was sick. It was like someone was slicing off his toes. My mom with the same illness would go to work, come home and make dinner, take care of sick him, sick me......

I'd love to see them give birth...maybe to their egos. Their eyes would be bulging, they'd be roaring and bucking around-commanding all the women in the room to submit to them.....and then they'd hold their little egos in their arms and feel so darn good about the fact that it had the largest penis in the room.


Seriously, all nonsense aside; it's so much harder to be a woman than it is to be a man. We are superior in most everything and yet we are commanded to submit. It's like telling a lion to eat his vegetables. It's unnatural and infuriating. Yet the Bible asks us to deny ourselves often. So we must.(I'm also the biggest hypocrite because I don't)

You know what I find uber annoying? When those docile, Christian wives look at you sideways for having an opinion. They act like because women are told to submit, they are supposed to be quiet and meek all the time. I'm pretty sure that the Proverbs woman, who ran her home, a successful business and took care of her children and husband, wasn't sitting in Mr. Proverbs shadow. Pretty sure that the super accomplished Proverbs woman would look at the docile, Christian wife sideways.

It's no suprise to me that the Bible commands women to be submissive. The Bible is always commanding greatness to be humble- to be a servant. Jesus served us. We serve men. Follow the big, bad, manly husband. Not because we are less, but because there are laws to follow. Give unto Ceasar what is Ceasar's. We are equal with God-given boundaries. It sucks and hopefully we get a crown for it or something. I'd like a pair of fourteen karat gold stilhetto's with diamond encrusted buckles that sing "Wild Thing" when I walk. (Please, please, please God...)

We are supposed to be Helpmeets. What does that mean? Are you ready?
Helping.....your man....Meet...his potential. We are exhorters, encouragers, orgaizers, lovers. We give birth to them, we raise them to be good men and then we marry them to make sure they are being good men. And that is no second rate job either sister. We have the bucking, wild ego's to contend with. A man is the head and the woman is the neck that turns the head in the right direction. Without the neck, the head wouldn't be able to see all the angles.So stop acting like dull eyed, dim witted barbie dolls and have a freaking opinion. Your opinion could make all the difference to that man-beast you're married to.