Longest Thread Ever

[One Brow]

Males and females are two sides of a teeter totter, and both have equal weight.

If the male moves to the female side what happens to the balance. If the female moves to the male side what happens?

You adjust the fulcrum so the ride is still fun.

As to the treatment offered what specifically are you talking about? Not agreeing on your cage idea, of course.

Men are commanding, women are bossy. Men are aggressive, women are ball-busters. Men are independent, women are old maids.

Men have their own boxes, as well. However, the male cage comes with social power, the female cage does not, hence the caging bears more heavily on women.

 

[One Brow]

and, for OB, no. . . . a sensible fellow will not make a cage of the roles, but merely a useful tool than can be efficiently applied to problems at hand, like how to best rear the kids.

Self-fulfilling prophecies. We raise our sons with millions of messages telling them that girls are better at raising kids, and our daughters that men should be the ones working outside the home. Then, when they respond to our conditioning, we proclaim it as natural.

 

[One Brow]

again. . . . . probably better "morals" than the usual froth trotted out by secular humanists as well. . . . . and certainly better "morals" than any set of laws made out by legislators or tyrants. . . .

Actually, very similar to the moral writings of many secular humanists, when read by those who want to learn about them as opposed to dismiss them.

 

[Jazz Spazz]

You adjust the fulcrum so the ride is still fun.



Men are commanding, women are bossy. Men are aggressive, women are ball-busters. Men are independent, women are old maids.

Men have their own boxes, as well. However, the male cage comes with social power, the female cage does not, hence the caging bears more heavily on women.

Doesn't look equal to me, and if you've ever ridden a teeter totter with one side heaver, or one side moved in it just doesn't ride the same.


Women are nurturing, men are soft. Women are kind, men are weak. Women are thoughtful, men are indecisive. Women are bold, men are pigs.

Fun game.

I don't think women have less social power than men, hence I don't agree that women are more "caged" than men.

 

[Jazz Spazz]

Self-fulfilling prophecies. We raise our sons with millions of messages telling them that girls are better at raising kids, and our daughters that men should be the ones working outside the home. Then, when they respond to our conditioning, we proclaim it as natural.

Or it's true and it's just being played out, and it is natural.

Have you seen the messages out there? I'm much less worried about messages like this that occur millions of times than the other messages that are out there billions and trillions of times that do some real damage.... talk about responding to conditioning. I can't watch tv, a movie, listen to music, the radio, read a book or see a commercial without being exposed to some sort of message someone is trying to push on everyone and/or condition people to that is worse than this message. Seriously, I could watch/listen to something for 30 seconds and have it topped. Possibly because I don't have an issue with this particular message for the most part, but even if I did... it would be nowhere near the other false messages out there imo.

 

[PearlWatson]

A gilded cage is nonetheless a cage. The treatment offered to women who don't enthusiastically take up that "honor", but forge a different path, reveal the cage for what it is.

Pretty sure having a man open a door for me rather than calling me his bitch involves being caged.

 

[babe]

Doesn't look equal to me, and if you've ever ridden a teeter totter with one side heaver, or one side moved in it just doesn't ride the same.


Women are nurturing, men are soft. Women are kind, men are weak. Women are thoughtful, men are indecisive. Women are bold, men are pigs.

Fun game.

I don't think women have less social power than men, hence I don't agree that women are more "caged" than men.

So I'm a pretty analytical, and almost always amazed to find out how other people actually "think", considering it to be "Neanderthal" in construction and comprehension, and people complain about what an arrogant high-handed contemptuous fellow I am, and what a pain to endure for any length of time. . . . .

So here's a brief run-down of how it all looks from my mountain. . . . and of course I also think God sees it pretty much the way I do. . . .

mere mortals are pretty much struggling with their stick-figure concepts of things, while reality is something like the Mona Lisa. . . . containing nuance and messages most of us can hardly come up to in a lifetime of striving for "higher ideals". We throw out insults at one another that are essentially of the same character as our own minds, calling others "neanderthals", for example, because they're seeing something we're not focused on at the moment. . . .

Men and women give one another far too much grief for their different tendencies, while God probably just wishes we would appreciate one another and learn something from each other.

 

[PearlWatson]

“Worrying is carrying tomorrow's load with today's strength - carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time. Worrying doesn't empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.”
― Corrie ten Boom, The Hiding Place

 

[PearlWatson]

“Life is but a Weaving” (the Tapestry Poem)

“My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.

Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.

Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned

He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.”
― Corrie ten Boom

 

[PearlWatson]

“It was at a church service in Munich that I saw him, a former S.S. man who had stood guard at the shower room door in the processing center at Ravensbruck. He was the first of our actual jailers that I had seen since that time. And suddenly it was all there – the roomful of mocking men, the heaps of clothing, Betsie's pain-blanched face.

He came up to me as the church was emptying, beaming and bowing. “How grateful I am for your message, Fraulein.” He said. “To think that, as you say, He has washed my sins away!” His hand was thrust out to shake mine. And I, who had preached so often to the people in Bloemendaal the need to forgive, kept my hand at my side.

Even as the angry, vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man; was I going to ask for more? Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him. I tried to smile, I struggles to raise my hand. I could not. I felt nothing, not the slightest spark of warmth or charity. And so again I breathed a silent prayer. Jesus, I prayed, I cannot forgive him. Give me Your forgiveness.

As I took his hand the most incredible thing happened. From my shoulder along my arm and through my hand a current seemed to pass from me to him, while into my heart sprang a love for this stranger that almost overwhelmed me. And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world's healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself.”
― Corrie ten Boom

 

[PearlWatson]

“Mama,' I said as I set the tray on the bed and sat down beside it, 'can't we do something for Tante Bep? I mean, isn't it sad that hse has to spend her last days here where she hates it, instead of where she was happy? The Wallers' or someplace?'

'Corrie, Bep has been just as happy here with us--no more and no less--than she was anywhere else. Do you know when she started praising the Wallers so highly? The day she left them. As long as she was there, she had nothing but complaints. The Wallers couldn't compare with the van Hooks where she'd been before. But at the van Hooks, she'd actually been miserable. Happiness isn't something that depends on our surroundings, Corrie. It's something we make inside ourselves.”
― Corrie ten Boom, The Hiding Place

 

[PearlWatson]