I had a thesis written on this at one time, back in the day, basically why I believe women's rights were gift that destroyed society. I do not have time to write all of it this morning because I have to go to the dentist but this excerpt from Stephen King's book The Stand was used in it.

My thinking is not as cut and dried as it once was but I still believe basically the same thing but am a bit more....um...liberal in my thoughts in spite of them being basically the same.

Have a read, Share your thoughts and perhaps I can write more about it later!

Vlad....bet you never thought i was so "misogynistic".

Any way off to get tortured like s good girl:


What about you, Frannie? What do you want?

If she had to exist in a world like this, she thought, with a biological clock inside of her set to go off in six months, she wanted someone like Stu Redman to be her man-no, not someone like. She wanted him: There it was, stated with complete baldness.


With civilization gone, all the chrome and geegaws had been – stripped from the engine of human society. Glen Bateman held forth on this theme often, and it always seemed to please Harold inordinately.


“Women’s lib, frannie had decided, was nothing more nor less than an outgrowth of the technological society. Women were at the mercy of their bodies. They were smaller. They tended to be weaker. A man couldn’t get with child, but a woman could, every four year old knows it. And a pregnant woman is a vulnerable human being. Civilization provided an umbrella of sanity that both sexes could stand beneath. Liberation-that one word said it all. Before civilization, with it’s careful and merciful system of protections, women had been slaves. Let us not guild the lily; slaves was what we were, Fran thought. Then the evil days ended. And the woman’s credo, which should have been hung in the offices of Ms. Magazine, preferably in needlepoint: Thank you, men, for the railroads. Thank you , men, for inventing the automobile and killing the red Indians who thought it might be nice to hold on to America a little bit longer, because they were here first. Thank you, Men, for the hospitals, the police, the schools. Now I would like to vote, please and the right to set my own course and make my own destiny, once I was chattel, but now that is obsolete. My days of slavery must be over; I need to be a slave no more than I need to cross the Atlantic Ocean in tiny boats with sails. Jet planes are safer and quicker than little boats with sails and freedom makes more sense than slavery. I am not afraid of flying, Thank you men.

And what was there to say? Nothing. The red necks could grunt and burn bras, the reactionaries could play intellectual games, but the truth only smiles. Now all that had changed, in a matter of weeks it had changed-how much only time would tell. But lying here in the night, she knew that she needed a man. Oh God, she badly needed a man.