Scandinavian, 29 years old, divorced from kind, good-hearted man (who’s now a friend again, since we don’t have to live together), with two beautiful sons. Somewhere in an entry, I stated the essence of why my exhusband and I drifted apart; ‘As my husband grew more beta and I grew older and more aware of who I am, I realised I wanted and needed an Alpha … And my exhusband was content in -me- being it’.
Lives in a country where both mom and dad have have a job, where the society and prices on houses, cars, on everything, really, dictates the need of two incomes to own your house, and where the divorce rate is on 40%.
Sick and tired of cutesy, metrosexual men who will grovel in front of a woman, thinking it’s what women want. Tired of feminism. Trying to make the best of having taken the red pill (not even knowing it was called that at the time) in a society where ‘EQUALITY!!!!’ is flashing in red, big letters as the headline. Claims the right to be feminine, to be the counterpart to an angry, snarling, hateful feminist.
To the American readers – and they’re by far the biggest part of my stats – I’m pretty sure I’ll appear to have contradictive oppinions, partly because of the society I live in, but also due to the place I am in my life and to the counter reaction created by this metrosexual movement amongst men and the feministic, ‘equal’ society. I want to work hard and to have my career, but I also want the right to think it’s a priveledge and an honour to do my man’s laundry. I want my man to top the oil on my car and I want to be the one making him dinner, lighting candles on the table. I want my career, but I want to be the baking, cooking, cleaning, caring 50’s housewife, when I’m off work and woe betide the feminist who call’s me out on it…
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