Feminism is 100% Fail

Even the Girlfriends as Family aspect failed

One woman admits that she spent all of her attractive years actively driving away interested men with her feminism and faux independence:

A few years ago I went to Italy with my then-boyfriend, James. As we sat tucking into a plate of frutti di mare at a seaside restaurant, I struck up a conversation with the waiter in Italian. While I was enjoying myself, James sat glumly and fiddled awkwardly with his phone. Back in the hotel room he asked why I had ignored him. By speaking in a language he didn’t understand, he said I had managed to make him feel small.

I could see his point. I spent quite a while chatting away, oblivious to how he must be feeling. I then went on to joke that as the Italian speaker I would order for us – after all he didn’t know what osso buco meant… I was showing off.

It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to me. I have always taken the driving seat, been determined to get the last word and was too busy with books to master the art of charm.

I’m convinced that the reason I’m still booking a table for one at the age of 63 instead of having settled with a significant other is because, like so many women of my generation, feminism has ruined my love life. Instead of empowering us, those ideals of the second-wave feminists made us believe marriage and domesticity were to be avoided like the plague and that men were competition rather than partners.

I might have a successful career as a writer and broadcaster, but I have never had children or been married, and my longest relationship lasted eight years. I regret this; I had always imagined I would end up married with two wonderful children and living in a house in the countryside. I have paid a hefty price for my so-called liberation…

Men have called me “intimidating”, “scary”, and “opinionated”. I now see that not only was I trying to prove I was their intellectual equal – or superior – I was treating every encounter with a man like he was my adversary.

If a date bought me a bouquet of flowers, instead of smiling and putting them in a vase of water. I would bite their head off. “Can’t you buy me some nice olive oil or balsamic vinegar?” I said with an eye roll, to one hapless suitor as he stood wilting faster than the fragrant offering he held in his hand. He had bothered to think about making me happy and I crushed him for it.

The irony here is how many women like this are working in marketing departments. But they shouldn’t be allowed within 30 feet of any marketing responsibilities, given their obvious inability to understand even the most fundamental marketing concept: find a way to make the product desirable to the potential customer.