[fusion_dropcap boxed="no" boxed_radius="" class="" id="" color="" hue="" saturation="" lightness="" alpha="" text_color=""]S[/fusion_dropcap]o, the "emancipation" of women – a proclaimed victory in the grand march of progress. Fine, but let's take a brutal closer look. What we find, I notice, is less a celebration of hard-won “freedom” and more a disquieting spectacle of a revolution stalled, possibly even turned back on itself, choked by its own contradictions and a truly pathetic susceptibility to the tawdry allure of consumerism and unconsidered, often juvenile aspirations.
What, precisely, are we celebrating? Is it merely the jettisoning of patriarchal constraints, the supposed liberation to flit about doing precisely as one pleases, unburdened by societal expectation? If that’s the case, then we've succeeded only in breeding generations of remarkably liberated consumers, slaves to the latest fad, utterly incapable of delaying gratification, and – let's be honest – frighteningly ill-equipped to handle the complexities of modern life. True freedom, the kind that really counts, requires discipline, foresight, and the ability to resist the temptation of instant gratification. I’d argue this demands a framework—a structure that stands firm against the fleeting whims of the moment, providing a steady foundation for meaningful progress.
Religion (yes, even that thing), but particularly the family and a competent paternal hand (when available and not abusive), th.