Red Pill wisdom is percolating nicely on yonder interwebz. While bopping around the Manosphere and chasing various links, I came across this gem of a blog:
In this blog, a married woman with kids is going through the process of taking the Red Pill and writes about it with remarkable candor. Here’s a sample post:
Feminine Attracts the Masculine
Since I was a young girl, I’ve been taught that femininity = weakness. I grew up a little tomboy, never wore makeup, rarely wore dresses or skirts. I kept my hair long, but I never did anything with it. I can probably count the number of times my mother got dressed up on one hand. She never taught me how to wear makeup, and for that I’m kinda glad, because she’s not very good at it either, bless her heart.
Girls are bombarded with the message that they shouldn’t bother trying to look feminine, while at the same time are berated if they don’t look a certain feminine way. It’s confusing and makes no sense. “A man should love you for who you are, even if you’re overweight and ugly and don’t try!”, “Femininity is weakness!”, coupled with “If you’re not rail thin with huge boobs and nice hips, you fail.” It makes for a bunch of women who feel entitled, yet have no self esteem.
I really hated all things feminine growing up. And after joining the military after high school. And through part of our marriage. I even demanded purple instead of pink at my daughter’s baby shower.
However, as Mr. RedPill often reminds me when I start to make a distasteful face at something pink and flowery, “the feminine attracts the masculine”. Old hamster thinking lead to to thought, “Why doesn’t he love me for meeeeee?” We had MANY fights over this, particularly on the issue of makeup.
Why is femininity’s attractiveness such a toxic idea for feminism? It seems that an embrace of women’s natural femininity would be a good ideal, but it runs contrary to the belief that men and women are equal, and therefore exactly the same. It’s an idea that has become so ingrained in modern women that I find myself falling back on it at times, even though I know better. Men and women can be equal in their dignity and human worth, but still be fundamentally different.
I’m currently reading “Care and Proper Feeding of Husbands” by Dr. Laura, and she speaks to this. Many of us expect men to act like women as well. We expect them to be a girlfriend that listens to our problems without fixing them. We expect them to feel loved without touch. We expect them to know what’s going on in our female brains. Even though I still suck at remembering these things, I’ve been trying to remember and treat Mr. RedPill like the manly man he is, and I’m slowly transforming my closet into something respectably feminine to catch his eye.
Good stuff, I hope she keeps at it.