Is feminism in the west one giant, society wide sh*t test that western men have collectively failed, over and over and over again?
[Karen Straughan] For those unfamiliar with Pick Up Artist parlance, a sh*t test is believed to be:
A manufactured grievance a woman uses to test the mettle, competence and confidence of her mate. It is an intentional provocation accompanied by an implicit and subconscious desire that the man put his foot down, set reasonable boundaries and demonstrate that he will not be bullied, nagged, shamed or guilted into submission. Its purpose is to confirm for her that he is capable of doing what needs to be done to provide for and protect her and her children. The subconscious thought process is, “If he can’t stand up to me, how will he be able to deal with the cavemen down the valley who keep us up all night revving their motorcycles, let alone help bring down a mastodon or fend off the sabre toothed tigers?”
According to PUAs, the worst thing a man can do when his woman is sh*t testing him is assume the grievance is genuine and cave in to her. Despite her seeming demand that he submit, if he does, she will lose respect for him, and once she loses respect for him she will believe that she’s with a man who is not worthy of her, which in turn makes her angry and resentful of him. She will then escalate the tests, each grievance becoming more and more outrageous and irrational in a desperate bid for him to finally draw a line and say, “this far, no further.”
I have to admit, as I have in the past, that the last 50 years or so of feminism in the west have followed this pattern. :/
Look, I may have agreed to take out the garbage, but you're allowed to remind me. I didn't take it out because WE forgot it was garbage day, so don't go getting all high and mighty.
Now you took it to Gloria's dumpster? 2 seconds ago you said it was stinking up the garage. Which is it?
So why are you nagging me about a problem you already solved? If you know it's garbage day, say something and I'll take it out. I don't like stinky garbage either, you know. What do you want for lunch?
Consider it done. Now come over here and gimme some sugar, I hate it when we fight.
No....
I am, in my mind, questioning why after driving into the garage each evening, walking past an odorous garbage can, it wouldnt be enough reminder to take it out.
But i am letting it go, so you dont feel minimized.
Again...no.
I would much rather you apologige for having had me do what you committed to do. I dont like to argue, push or be pushed. I will let things go until i recognize that i am being taken advantage of.
What you are calling strength i am calling a power play. I dont care for that. That is why i let it go.
There was no garbage Carla, you were just shit testing me. It was the very definition of a manufactured grievance.
You look hard for affirmation.
Of course there was no garbage, garage or gloria.
It was a scenerio. A conversation.
The women i know, and their men, or women, work as teams. No hidden agendas. No regressing to satisfy ancient needs. I dont think "shit testing" is necessary to recognize strength of character.
Carla, I'm not an advocate of shit testing. I'm just aware it exists and have some idea how to respond to it when it happens to me. I would be more than happy if women didn't do that, but I don't think it's in the cards.
Women are our better half. Some idiots actually beat on women. Can you believe that? They hurt their own better half. What good does that do them?
Get over it. It's not a reflection on you personally - unless it is, and only you know that. It doesn't bother me because I know I treat women as equals.
A manufactured grievance a woman uses to test the mettle, competence and confidence of her mate? Wait! Do you hear that? Those are warning sirens and red flags waving!
Budwick, out!
My wife takes out the garbage, cooks, cleans, does laundry and works. Her husband who happens to be me, also takes out the garbage, cooks, cleans, does laundry and works. When something needs to be done, we just do it. The only real assigned jobs are me working on the vehicles and heavy work at the farm, and her doing all the household paperwork. Too often, some idiot publishes something saying what this person or that person 'should" be doing. In a successful relationship, there is no job that either is unwilling to do.
Women are crazy and God put them here to kill us. jk.
lol
That's a two-way street, Bubba!!!!!! But that makes everything more fun!