Now I wouldn’t have guessed this from looking at my own Congressmen, but probably I’m prejudiced against my state’s Senators, who are Republicans and seem to spend all their time sucking up to lobbyists while pretending to be moderates, while the Democrats actually seem to work for me no matter what gender they be.
…shows that they are more effective than male politicians. They are better leaders because they get more of the stuff they’re supposed to get done done.
The study corrected for gender-seniority, since women politicians often have shorter careers in politics, and minority status. But dang, they were just more effective at serving their constituents.
How could that be?
Well maybe, just maybe they were spending their time doing the jobs they were elected to do instead of letting power go to their heads and spending their time in gamesmanship and the quest for ever-increasing personal wealth. Maybe they were feeling responsible to their constituents instead of lobbyists.
But very interestingly, a diary in Daily Kos, that tried to show that it was sexist to even run such a study. The original writer has trouble with the scientific method, not understanding what a hypothesis is and how one might be tested. He thinks that studies are set up not to test, but to prove a point or advance an agenda.
It’s hard to imagine what kind of committee would be appropriate for pre-screening research projects to decide which ones might come up with inappropriate new knowledge, so we can avoid such research in the first place.
Now he wouldn’t be upset if the study had found that males made better pols than females.
And his claim that the only logical conclusion would be legally-enforced female supremacy – laws preventing males from running for office – is beyond absurd.
This is the second in an occasional series of femdom-based political satire based on those pesky scandals. Unfortunately, I find I’m staring at a huge backlog in the upcoming wave of hypocrisy. Oh, noez!
Every time Suzanne thought about it, her blood began to boil. Don’t think about it, she said to herself. They told you that would just make it worse. Just think about getting away from it all to some peace and quiet.
Peace and quiet? Unimaginable after all this time. But Laura and Condi had agreed that she needed some time to herself, away from everything and everyone, family and friends included.
What would she do with herself with nothing scheduled? No activities? No PR events? Sure, there was a program of some sorts at the Academy for women taking an extended leave from their lives, but it hardly seemed like that something would be anything she needed.
She looked out the airplane window. There were thick forests punctuated by small meadows and lakes below. The flight’s descent into the capital had begun.
Again she thought, how could he do this to me?
She looked at the card they had given her to read and reread.
“Your strength is within you, waiting to help you take control of your life. It has always been a part of you. You will do what needs to be done, and you will do it gladly.”
After a long plane trip, a long ground trip to her destination always seemed to take so much out of her. This was different. The driver was waiting for her in the terminal to pick up her luggage and take it out to the vehicle. He was a very polite and attractive young man, dressed smartly in a chauffeur’s uniform. His deference to her seemed entirely genuine, not like that of so many drivers who are clearly being civil only because they’d be fired from their job if someone complained.
She stretched out her legs in the back of the limousine. From the china teacup she sipped the hot tea he had poured her. Feeling drowsy, she closed her eyes…
The bouncing of the limousine on the unpaved road awakened her. Looking around her, she saw woods and fields. It was getting late, and clearly the sun would soon be going down. The driver took a turn down a side road into a wooded area. Within minutes she saw a high wall looming ahead. The driver pulled up to the gate, which opened long enough for him to drive through, then immediately closed behind him.
Unlike the wooded area outside, the campus was open manicured lawn with stately maples and oaks. Although Suzanne could see that the walls extended both ahead of her and to her right, gently rolling hills obscured her view of the distance, so she could neither see how far the campus extended, nor whether it was walled on all four sides.
The driver pulled up in front of a stately stone mansion. As he got out, walked around to her door and opened it, offering her his hand to help her out, the front door of the building opened. Another young man in a similar uniform walked smartly down the steps, opened the trunk of the limousine, removed her luggage, and carrying it back up the steps with him, disappeared inside.
Suzanne walked up the pink marble steps with the limousine driver. As they passed through the carved wooden door into the lobby, he closed the door and said to her, “I will show you to your room now.”
She glanced around the lobby, amazed at the marble walls, the sixteen foot high windows, the gilded antique furniture, the stone columns, and the gleaming black grand piano. The two of them slowly walked up the curving marble staircase to the elevator. While waiting, she gazed down at the scene beneath her, and saw a stained glass window directly across from her, in shades of pink, rose, beige. In it there appeared to be a woman in a long, flowing dress, with a man on all fours in front of her, kissing her feet. Was that a leash in her hand going to a collar on his neck? Her eyes must be playing tricks on her after such a long, tiring trip. She shook her head a little bit, made a mental note to look at it again when she was well-rested, then got into the elevator.
The room was ostentatiously furnished, but cozy rather than spacious. A double bed with a gleaming silk tussah bedspread was up against the wall in one corner of the room. In the center of the exterior wall was a set of French doors. Suzanne walked up and peeked through the lace curtains. She could see a small balcony with a carved stone railing looking out onto a view of the campus. On either side of the French doors were smaller windows with matching lace curtains. In front of the left window was a small mahogany table with two chairs. In front of the other was a relaxing-looking stuffed chair beside a reading lamp.
She turned to look at the opposite wall. As she watched, the young man opened a series of doors, revealing a built-in desk with a computer on the work surface and a bookcase overhead; a small kitchen counter with a refrigerator beneath and a microwave oven above; a spacious closet already containing her suitcases; and finally the door to the bathroom. He motioned for her to go inside.
The bathroom was breathtaking. The walls were marble with pink and apricot streaks. A large tub was faced with the same marble. In one corner stood a walk-in glass block shower. Gilded fixtures sparkled in the light of a crystal chandelier.
He stepped out of the bathroom and pointed at a button on the wall by the apartment door. “If you ever find you need anything, just press that button and someone will come to help you immediately.
“What I really need is someone to draw me a bath and unpack my suitcases while I relax in the tub,” she sighed in a half-joking manner.
“Certainly,” he said, and striding over to the tub, turned on the hot water. Steam rose from the water, and the tub filled rapidly. He took a small vial from the shelf, opened it, and held it under her nose. The hypnotic scent of tropical flowers made Suzanne feel light-headed. “Will this scent be acceptable?” he queried. She gave a nod. He sprinkled a few drops in the tub and then added a handful of bath crystals. “Would you like something to drink while you are relaxing in the tub? I understand you like tea.” he said. Again she nodded and watched, speechless, as he drew some hot water from a spigot in the kitchen armoire into a china teapot, measured tea leaves into a silver strainer, and dropped the strainer in. He set a matching china cup beside the teapot on a silver tray, then a cloth napkin, a tiny box of sugar cubes, and a dish of cut lemons already in the refrigerator. She was still standing there, staring, when the timer went off. He removed the tea strainer from the pot. Carrying the tray into the bathroom, he set it on the broad expanse of marble surrounding the tub. He reached in the water, then asked if Suzanne would like to check the water to see if the temperature was satisfactory.
She walked over, put her hand in and rolled her eyes with delight. She seated herself in a wicker chair beside the tub and reached down to remove her shoes. The chauffeur immediately knelt down and removed them for her. He then stood, and pointed to a series of buttons on the wall. “These buttons control the lighting and music in this room. You should be able to find some music you like. Here are the tub controls, and of course, a call button if you realize you need anything.” He placed a pair of terrycloth slippers on the floor and hung a robe on a hook within reach of the tub. He poured her a cup of tea. “If you need anything, just call,” he said, carrying her shoes from the room and closing the door behind him.
As Suzanne slipped into the hot water, she smelled the hypnotic perfume rising around her. Glancing at the buttons on the wall, she pressed the ones labeled “AIR JETS” and “WATER JETS.” Oh, my. A cloud of bubbles rose to her chin.
She closed her eyes and relaxed, listening to the sound of the handsome young male opening her suitcase, hanging up clothing on hangers, opening and closing drawers, and placing things on shelves. What is this place? she thought to herself.
The note Suzanne had found on her pillow (with the chocolate mint) had been very specific, and very formal. Principal Quattrano requests the pleasure of your company at breakfast or lunch tomorrow. Please confirm your availability so that arrangements can be made. Ring the call button and give your RSVP card to the person who responds. She checked the box next to ’9:30 am’ and rang the bell. Within fifteen seconds there was a knock on the door. Another young uniformed male took the card and asked if she needed anything else. She shook her head. Bowing slightly, he backed away from her, turned, and disappeared down the hall and around the corner.
At 8:30 am she awoke, well-rested if a bit achy from the previous day’s travel. Soft music filled the room. Sunlight streamed in through the French doors and windows. She pulled aside the curtains and opened the doors. A gentle breeze wafted through the room. Turning toward the bathroom door, she noticed that a tray was sitting on a small table just inside the room entrance. She walked up and peered at it. A crystal carafe of ice water and an insulated tea dispenser sat on the tray with a glass, a teacup, a spoon, sugar, lemons, and cloth napkins. She poured herself a cup of tea and sat down in the upholstered chair under the window.
The Principal knocked on the door precisely at 9:30 am. Suzanne called out, “Come in,” and was surprised to see not only the Principal, but following her a young man pushing what looked like a room service cart. He opened the French doors wide and carried out the mahogany table and chairs, arranging them on the small balcony. He then quickly put a tablecloth on the table, set it with dishes and utensils, and motioned for the two women to be seated. He offered tea, coffee, milk, fresh-squeezed orange juice, and sparkling water, then put a plate of scrambled eggs, sausages, and potatoes in front of each woman. In the center of the table he set a basket of muffins and a small tray with butter, jam, cream, and sugar. He placed the beverages on a tray stand next to the table, asked if anything else was necessary, and bowing briefly, rolled the cart from the room.
Suzanne watched with very large eyes. The Principal said, “I know you came here on short notice, so you probably don’t know very much about the programs we have here. I’m here to give you a little introduction to our mission.” She split and buttered a blueberry muffin, crusty on top with a light glaze of sugar, moist and steaming within. “There are a great many women like you in our society, women who have sacrificed their own ambitions, even their own identities, in order to facilitate their husbands’ careers, only to find their husbands acting like sex-crazed amnesiacs in need of a severe kick to the behind. Ring a bell?
“The fact is that men have a need to be led. They need to be controlled. Left to their own devices, they end up following their penises, acting like delusional fools. Not only that, but they lose all productivity. Men who are controlled can achieve many things. Men who are out of control do dumb things like starting wars, stealing from the public coffers, having oral sex with interns, hiring prostitutes, and cruising public restrooms in airports looking for gay sex.
“But the most amazing thing is, it’s such a slippery slope that for their own actions they have lost any sense of morality or propriety. They convince themselves that whatever they want to do is what they deserve, and it is right. Not only that, they think that others will view their actions through this same self-serving moral filter. They want you to believe it is your fault, for being too demanding, too middle-aged, too… human. But you can hardly be blamed for not being aware of this.
“Given the opportunity, men behave like animals, the lower form of life that they are. The fact is that they will have sex with anything that moves, and a lot of things that don’t.
“One of our important missions on this campus is to take women like you, women who have denied or suppressed their inner strength while pretending that their husband is in control of his actions. We teach you to recognize your inherent female wisdom, strength and dominance, and finally, to learn to use it to control your husband. When you have completed this program, you will wish you had had these skills years ago. You will understand that not only is it possible for you to control and guide your husband, but it is your obligation to him, to your family, and to society. Men are weak. They think their sexuality is their strength, but it is their weakness. You will use your husband’s sexual weakness to control him, to make him do whatever you wish and beg for more control.”
Suzanne looked doubtful. She took a bite of sausage, savoring the rich, spicy interior and the crisp skin. She tasted a creamy nugget of scrambled egg, a piece of golden potato, and a bite of a sweet corn muffin. “This is really good,” she said, gesturing at her plate.
“Oh, yes,” agreed the Principal. “All of the work which is done on this campus is performed by males who have been trained to our exacting standards. There may be more than one way to do things right, but that’s no excuse for screwing up. When we are done training males, they become highly productive. They will do things the right way, and if they don’t know how it should be done, they ask how you want it. They know there is no excuse for doing substandard work.
“Our other main mission on this campus is to take young males who have botched their chance of graduating from high school. They are uneducated, lazy slackers, incapable of following directions. Basically, they have no potential to succeed in society without our help. Given the choice, they have chosen to do things wrong in an effort to get people to stop making demands on them.
“Unfortunately, these bad habits are so ingrained in them that we must remove all options. They can follow our orders, attend classes, begin to catch up on their academic work, learn social graces and treat women with respect, or they will be punished. Eventually they realize that the choice is theirs, and they grow to accept their fate. Only then can they begin to make progress. We provide them with the remedial education they will need to attend college or career training despite previous failures. We also give them the training they will need to follow orders from a woman and serve her well. When our mission is complete, these young males realize that they can never behave responsibly without a woman’s control. They know that they need it, and they crave this control. They cannot live without it.
“Of course, this is not a vocational school. So we also help these young men to set career goals for themselves, so that through their future employment they will be able to support a superior woman in the style she deserves. This will, of course, greatly improve their chances of finding a woman who is willing to put in the effort needed to keep them on the straight and narrow.”
The Principal reached for the tray. “More tea, Suzanne?”
In the next week, Suzanne became accustomed to the campus routine – or at least, in her little corner of the campus. Every day she had a visitor or two who spoke of various aspects of Academy life and training – instructors, young women in the domme track, a slave or two speaking of their early days in training at the Academy, and how they came to their calling. Even Laura came by to speak with her, Laura, who had come so long ago and never left, who had become a role model for the young women. The transformation was amazing to behold. Laura was now proud and assertive. She would never play second fiddle to a man again – or as she joked, an inferior man. If Laura could do it, she could do it. Not only that, but Suzanne realized that she had a husband in desperate need of her loving control, and an obligation to control him. “Tough love” was the keyword here.
By the end of that week she was ready to slip into campus activities. Males assigned to provide services in her section now wore the standard campus uniform – a white loincloth with the Academy logo on it. They bowed slightly as she approached them in passing on campus, or knelt in front of her if she chose to address one of them.
As she progressed in her program, she began to meet some of the young males in the main program. They were clearly works in progress. They were sullen at times. A woman needed to keep on top of their behavior at all times to make sure they never got away with anything. Otherwise they would always be trying to get away with something.
Boys who had violated rules during their class time were brought before the Punishment classes to serve as a sort of cross between bad examples and volunteers for the demos. In this way, the women learned to mete out punishment, to react swiftly to words and not let males get away with anything. She noticed that sometimes the same males would show up repeatedly. As each male carried around his chart with him on a flash drive worn on a chain around his neck, she could check to see on how much progress he had made, or how often he received what sorts of punishment just by plugging it into the small laptop she carried with her. The teacher would demonstrate this by plugging a hapless male’s flash drive into the computer at the front of the class, projecting the data and analyzing it through the applications on the computer. It was clear that most of the males that were brought before her class were still fighting the system, while many others she ran into on campus offered up their flash drives gladly, proud to show that they had had no recent violations.
The better a male’s cumulative behavior, the better work assignments he received, the more freedom he was allowed, and the faster he was able to progress through his program. It was simply a matter of punishment and reward. But oddly enough, they soon began to find comfort in the restrictions and the affirmations. They wanted to be told what to do, and they wanted to be kept in line. They needed it.
Amazingly enough, Larry showed up. “It’s time to come home now, Suzanne,” he said. “People are starting to ask questions about you. You belong by my side.”
She laughed. “People have finally stopped asking questions about you, haven’t they? You know why? Because they think you’re gay. You have convinced them that you’re not only gay, but a delusional liar.”
He stared at her in shock. She had never spoken to him like this before. Not only that, but she had always supported him, always taken his side.
She continued, “I’m going to give you two choices. It’s up to you. Choice 1: I get a divorce and tell the world what a lying, cheating idiot you are, how you used me as a screen for your sleazy cruising behavior. How you’ve had zero concern for family values all this time. That the only things that mattered to you were power and gay sex. ‘Idahomosexual!’” She laughed. I have nothing whatever to be ashamed of. You are the one who’s been humiliating yourself all this time.”
“Your only other option is to accept that you are unable to use your penis responsibly. I will take control. I will tell you what to do and when to do it. I will tell you where to be and when to be there, and if you are not there, I will punish you like the mental and emotional twelve year old that you are. Outwardly you will show the world that you are capable of being all the things you pretended you were. But I will be the boss. You will behave inside and outside the home. You will never be in charge again.”
“What’s it gonna be, boy?” She impatiently tapped her long red fingernails against the tabletop. Red fingernails? When did Suzanne start wearing blood red nail polish?
He started to whine something about her being a proper wife. She slapped him across the face, and he recoiled. “I don’t want to hear any crap from you. I guess you made your decision, eh? I’ll call the press for a conference in the morning to make my announcement.”
“No, wait,” he sputtered. “I need some time to think about this. I can tell you…in a few days.”
“Oh, so you can have one last fling cruising public restrooms looking for sex with other guys who aren’t gay, either? You cocksucker! It’s now or never, fucktard!” She saw hesitation in his face, a glimmer of rational thought. “Get on your knees in front of Me, NOW, or get out of my life!”
He looked down at the floor and sank to his knees. Suzanne smiled and reached for the handcuffs.
If you’ve read everything I ever wrote (haha) you probably realize that I have very specific ideas about what a slave or submissive is and is not, and that most of the males I have chatted with only meet the guidelines in their dreams. They fail to understand that being a male submissive or slave to a dominant woman is not about some hot chick in a pvc corset spending all of her time fulfilling their pornographic fantisies. If that’s what they want, they need to hire a pro and pay her for her time.
I can hear some of you whimpering, NOoo…“I need the connection, it must be a girlfriend, a wife…” Who does all the things to you that you have on your list, right? You just haven’t found the right girl who wants to do all those things and exactly those things and doesn’t expect anything in return from you but the opportunity to fulfil your fantasies…
Get real. If you’re for real, you should be able to read the blog entry below and identify with it. If you can’t, you’re not a slave or a submissive. Mind you, that’s okay. Maybe you’re just some kind of bottom. Maybe you just like “femdom” porn, like Men in Pain, eh?
It’s all right to be what you are. True servitude is not for everybody. Just recognize the difference between fantasy and reality. It will definitely ease your search for happiness if you’re searching for something that can be found.
You will find my original entry to which Publus responded here.
I’ve read your critique of the corrupt politicians in Washington, and although I agree that our country is currently being run by a bunch of dishonest dunces (though perhaps less so since the last election), there is an even more evil conspiracy that I find substantially more alarming than the one that has Duhbya as its public face. I refer, Principal, to the conspiracy for which you appear to be one of the more articulate spokespeople.
One only needs to look at national trends to see what’s really going on. Thirty years ago, when men were the undisputed heads of the household, “female domination” was an almost unheard of fetish. It has grown in popularity over the years, and now “professional dominatrixes” can be found in every major city — commanding fees of hundreds or thousands of dollars per session. Meanwhile, females are attaining more and more power in the home, in the workplace, and in government. This last election, we saw the high office of Speaker of the House being assumed by a woman, and in the next election a woman could easily become President. It is not hard to see where this is all headed:
A FemDom revolution.
Slowly but surely, every major position of power in America will come to be occupied by a woman, and the view that men are inept in such roles will become more and more well accepted. Soon, positions of authority generally will be reserved for women alone. Police officers, managers, judges, newspaper editors, schoolteachers, and anyone else whose job involves any kind of authority will invariably be women. Men will be relegated to those tasks that involve heavy physical labor or to domestic or clerical tasks.
Even in the family, it will eventually come to be understood that the husband lives under the care and guardianship of his wife, who makes all of the major (and most of the minor) decisions for the family. The female-dominated state legislatures will put laws into effect to enforce this arraignment: A man will not be able to travel, access his bank account, drink alcoholic beverages, or do any number of other things without his wife’s written permission. If he is absent from his home from too long, a mere phone call will cause the police to locate him and return him to the custody of his wife. Corporal punishment will come to be an acceptable manner of resolving marital disputes.
And, of course, since the woman will be regarded as the head of the household, boys will be taught from an early age that they are inferior to girls and that they exist only to serve them. That message will be reinforced in schools, run by the likes of Principal Quattrano herself. As the saying goes, “the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.”
It’s happening all around us, so subtly that we can barely detect it. The men of America must take cover, for the revolution is coming!”
Actually, I don’t have the strong feeling that it’s going to continue to progress until female supremacy becomes the dominant paradigm. I was in a yahoo group a while back that started to move in that direction – the group owner was convinced that all males are vastly inferior to all females, thus making it legitimate (in her mind, anyway) to legalize discrimination in education, job opportunity, etc, against males. As far as she was concerned, it was not her problem if an being kept uneducated kept men from being able to earn a living – it was their problem, and they deserved it to make up for many generations of previous discrimination against females. If men were unemployable and unable to support themselves, she figured that women would just have to support them. Now wait a minute…?!? How does women supporting men so they don’t have to work mean that women are dominant?
Truly I am being kind toward her. In fact, she just hated men, and the more she typed, the angrier and more bitter and vitriolic she became.
Besides, the differences between individuals are often greater than any differences between averages of groups. Everybody in our society needs the best education and training they can get in order to make everybody self-supporting taxpaying citizens.
In this group they foresaw that we had turned the corner, momentum was building, and this soon would occur. Thankfully (in my opinion) they based their determination of how the “movement” was snowballing on the number of cross-posts they had on yahoo groups. Whew! Still safe here.
And one last note from Publus:
“I’m pretty sure it’s spelled with a ‘w’”.
In response to my question, “Can you spell ‘lame duck’?
Reading Tamim Ansary’s recent article in Encarta “The Rise of the College Woman” would initially strike fear into the hearts of many a Male Chauvinist…
I read the article earlier, but it doesn’t seem to be available online anymore. I recall at the time that it was rather cursory and missed some important points.
…but you know something? Reading the Holy Bible for many years, I have yet to read anything depicting or predicting the overtaking of Western civilized males, i.e. men becoming the new INFERIOR SEX (or as more politically correct, the SECOND SEX)!
I am missing your point. Are you saying that if something was not predicted by the bible, it will not happen? I am presuming that the bible failed to predict with certainty both your birth and mine.
Why is the phrase “SECOND SEX” a ‘politically correct’ way to describe men in your mind?
It’s really weird to even perceive such a thing in our American culture, given the objective of achieving egalitarianism and not out and out role reversal. I personally believe that, for the moment, men are “letting” women win, or the situation makes it appear to be so.
There’s certainly plenty of that. Men do still have almost all the power, inferior education or not.
Let me argue my point:
a) HELLO —
Now there’s an effective way to start a discussion and let the other party realize you think they’re an idiiot.
THERE IS WAR GOING ON IN IRAQ AND AFGHANISTAN! After “911″, many young men opted to serve their country in the war on terror. The bombings of the World Trade Center and the Pentagon inspired many men (more men than women) to put college on the back burner, seeing they could go back to school funded by taxpayer dollars, after their tour of duty had ended. In World War II, women outnumbered men on campuses all across the country, but that ended when the war ended, as the GI Bill helped many men to enter campuses to better themselves.
This is a trend that has been snowballing since long before the World Trade Center bombing. Young men who chose to join the military are those who were not planning on going to college the first time around anyway. Keep in mind that the “GI Bill” has been gutted, and the only way to get a good education from being in the service is to stay in the service as your career.
b) The pressure put on men to be the primary breadwinners in a family will always cause most men to GET THE JOB FIRST — GET THE EDUCATION LATER!
Ah, you’re stuck in the 40’s. Absolutely nobody gets married right out of high school nowadays. A guy who decides not to attend college and work instead is not doing it because he has a stay-at-home wife and little mouths to feed.
It is, and probably always will be, easier for men to exercise the option of learning a high paying trade outside of college, like plumbing, construction, electrical, interstate tractor-trailer driving, auto mechanics, than it will be for women. Most of the occupations that pay comparable to (or less than comparable to) the above mentioned positions, say, elementary school teaching, nursing, bank customer service, retail business management, child development, etc. will require further formal education in college. See a pattern here?
I absolutely see a pattern here. Men can get still a decent job right out of high school with no experience or skill. Traditional “Women’s” work requires an advanced education for the same pay level – an education that she probably must acquire at her own expense, meaning she starts her working life four years later and with a heavy debt load…
c) I argue that the surplus of women on campus these days are:
1. Married, widowed, or divorced women living in “empty nest” situations. Many of these women grew up believing that they had to give up college in order to marry and raise families. Nothing wrong with this, but you can see the growing number of women in this category flocking back to finish their education nowadays (My sister received her bachelors degree at age 51!) I say good for them! They should!
Most of the older women I know going back to school are there because they are unable to find employment any longer. They have been laid off, while their male co-workers continue to be employed. They look for a change in career that may be less unstable, which often means they are back to school getting a second degree. But regarding your previous comment about men planning on getting their degree later…there are very few men doing this in colleges, compared with the number of women doing so.
2. Part-time enrollees (note the Encarta article)
I really can’t comment on this in the sense that the article is unavailable. But working people must attend school part-time, unless they are so wealthy that they don’t need to work. The reality of student aid is that a self-supporting full-time student is expected to work a full-time job in order to qualify for aid, which means they don’t have the time to take a full course load. Student aid is intended for new high school graduates with parents who contribute to their support.
3. Online enrollees
This section doesn’t say anything about online education. Did you forget your point?
I think that when the going gets rough, the natural fragility of the male ego (trust me, the female ego is not exactly a stone wall either) will be motivation enough to get men going in the direction of further formal classroom education.
Fragility of the ego is not usually a motivating force for enrolling in college or registering for classes. In fact, probably the opposite is true: fear of failure may keep away potential students who worry also about losing money for classes they may not be able to pass.
No way the normal male is going to let women take over, especially when we have the potential to go further, if we want to.
In what way do males have the potential to go further than females? Because they’ve decided in advance not to let females succeed?
It’s clearly a myth that a higher level of education is the only indicator of intelligence.
So who said it was? It’s also clearly a myth that monetary success is the only indicator of intelligence.
You only need a GPA of 2.0 to get anything from an Associates to a Master’s Degree…
Actually, you probably are not going to be able to graduate from any but a community college with a GPA of 2.0. Most colleges will allow such a low grade for elective courses, but you would be on academic probation if you got such a low grade in your major required courses. Advanced degree students with such low grades don’t graduate. They are dropped from the program.
…and who in their right mind is going to show their GPA on a resume’??? Isn’t the degree listed on the resume’ more than enough?
In fact, there are plenty of jobs that require you to submit your college transcripts as part of the application process. All education jobs require this.
Anyone with an average intelligence and the drive to succeed, even with the desire to go frequently to the teachers for extra help, can and WILL get a degree.
Few students are able to go to their professors for help, thanks to a variety of issues. Scheduling means that the teachers have infrequent office hours that only day students can access. The majority of undergraduate courses nowadays are taught by “adjunct faculty” – part-timers who are not even given access to an office, should the student wish to go for assistance.
The controlling factor in whether an adult student completes a degree is generally money.
However, a degree doesn’t necessarily mean you are automatically an “Einstein”!
That’s pretty clear.
Naturally, you need high school to get ahead in life, but many people, men especially, became successful financially, and have even proven themselves giants in the “mental Olympics”, without finishing college. Take for example Bill Gates, a billionaire, and Rush Limbaugh, a millionaire.
What has being wealthy got to do with being a “giant in the ‘mental Olympics’”. whatever that is supposed to mean? And how can you compare Bill Gates, a genius at computers and business (though clearly with Asperger’s) with Rush Limbaugh, a class A hypocrite who buys his way out of repeated convictions thanks to his money and his influential friends, while still claiming moral superiority?
Rush admits on the air that he never set foot in college.There are perhaps more male MENSA members than there are female members (geniuses). My guess is that some of these men probably didn’t go to college either.
You utterly made that up from the whole cloth. You speculated that there might be more male than female Mensa members, and then you made comments about this as though it were true. Mensa is a social organization. Membership is based not only on the level at which you score on an IQ test, but also on whether you feel like spending your time in a group that likes to talk about how smart they are.
Perhaps Rush Limbaugh should set foot on a college campus once in his life. He seems to talk an awful lot about something he has no personal experience with or knowledge about.
Personally, I am getting sick and tired of all the male bashing, especially on the college campuses (women’s studies and everyday interpersonal dynamics). I experienced some of that when I attended college in Central New York way back in 1975. I was constantly debating in the cafeteria with the “feminazis”…
Now there’s a word that didn’t exist back when you were in college in 1975. Did you get it from Rush Limbaugh? When was the last time you set foot on a college campus and visited the Women’s Studies Department?
…and I think it’s only gotten worse.
Based on…? In fact, nowadays there are few women who consider themselves to be “feminists”. The neocon backlash against this has reached the point where people have forgotten that the purpose of the movement was to encourage women to reach their potential, and stop social institutions from actively preventing that from happening.
I have one thing to say to young men who are considering going to college: GET TOUGH, AND GET SOME INITIATIVE! Men may have to swim against the current nowadays, and yes, nowadays IT MAY TAKE SOME MEN TWICE AS MUCH WORK TO GET HALF AS MUCH CREDIT AND RECOGNITION. This was not unlike the motto of many women in earlier days (substitute the word “women” for men above), and guess what guys — FORTUNATELY IT’S NOT THAT DIFFICULT!!!!! TOUCHE’ !
Unfortunately much of your “get tough” advice would need to be taken when these “young men” were in middle and high school. Thanks to the fact that they aren’t cracking the books in preparation for college, it really may be twice as hard to get the same degree as for a girl who worked hard in high school and is well prepared.
With all the talk about “affirmative action for men” (see Encarta article), one area that college promoters can start improving on is the billboard ads and ads on the internet. I made an informal study as I drove down many a highway and surfed many times on the web and found something really startling, and this could affect young children’s minds: NOT ONCE DID I SEE MALES IN THE COLLEGE ADS — ALWAYS A FEMALE — ALWAYS A FEMALE!!!!!! What’s a little boy going to think? (Mommy, do boys count anymore?) SUNY (State University of New York) is a real sexist pig in their billboard advertising.
You’re looking for colleges to use their marketing departments for affirmative action, to attract boys who aren’t otherwise qualified to attend by making the college environment appear predominantly male? That would be a bad business practice. Like any business, colleges target potential customers. Boys don’t choose to go to college like girls do. They are pushed by their families or they don’t go.
Not to mention the fact that colleges are predominantly female. That’s the reality nowadays.
Boys and girls have different educational needs. Boys often need help with language and writing skills, but rarely do they seek this out. Girls often are allowed to fall by the wayside in math and math-based subjects. Read Failing at Fairness by Sadker and Sadker.
But really, I do love and appreciate women. I’ve been married to one for almost twenty years now. Would you stay married to someone you hate for twenty years???
But do you respect women you have never met as individuals? Would you ask them about their lives, or do you prefer the information you get from Rush Limbaugh, lumping them together into an anonymous homogenous group, unrelated to reality?
Would you stay married to a woman for 20 years although you think they only achieve anything because men “let” them and allow them unfair advantages? Clearly you have.
Please don’t misunderstand. My aim is not misogyny — just simple fairness and justice, that’s all.
Ok, “fairness” and “justice”. Please define what you mean by these, it’s not clear from reading what you’ve written.
Is that asking too much? Or should we “new men” just tend to baking cookies and attempt to get in touch with our “feelings” (the new buzz word for “FEMININE SIDE” — AARRGGHHHH!)
Cookies are good. Making homemade cookies is not a sign of emasculation or feminization. Does thinking about making cookies make you go “argh” because you consider baking cookies to be “women’s work”? Lots of guys bake them, some even for a living. Try it, you may like it.
Roger Says: October 4th, 2006 at 11:45 pm It’s interesting that when schools are segregated and boys are taught by men teachers that boys will out perform girls on SAT tests. Could it be our female teachers have a hidden agenda? Our schools today are nothing more than factories for producing female superiority in society. Apparently you love CBS news, it figures.
Clearly you have not spent much time in schools, which are in fact highly conservative institutions.
Much of what I write about here revolves around the motivational differences which effect educational outcomes. Thanks mostly to societal changes – changes in peer influence and parental expectations – but abetted by changes in the educational system, boys have become lazy and have stopped working on their asssignments. They have chosen to do this even though it will impact their grades and their learning. A quality private education will help whatever student receives it. Girls in top-notch private schools come out at the top of the heap. But many private schools are not top-notch; the mere fact that a school is private or sex-segregated does in no way guarantee a quality education, for either boys or girls. Many private girl’s schools give distinctly inferior educations.
Your unattributed assertion – factoid – that boys in sex-segregated private schools taught by men will come out ahead of girls would also imply that female teachers are keeping down girls, and traditionally this has been proven true. Read “Failing at Fairness” by Sadker and Sadker for a researched understanding of the gender biases that have favored males in education.
The fact is that our educational system favors those who study and work hard, as do most educational systems. Is this discriminatory against boys? In previous generations boys competed to come out on top of the system and succeeded, taking most of the honors. The system has not changed, the participants have. Girls now work harder, seeing that their future success is open, not circumscribed by discrimination in college acceptance or job potential. Not that long ago girls were told not to go to college, as there were no jobs open to them. My older sister scored high on the “medical” portion of a career test and was told to become a nurse. Instead she became an anesthesiologist.
So far as your assertion that I “love CBS news”, please tell me about it. I haven’t watched television in years. Let me guess…your favorite news is Fox?
Oh yes, and for the purpose of this blog, I edited your comment for spelling and punctuation, leaving the original text intact at the original location for future perusal and inspection.
It wasn’t that long ago that I believed that every one of us was created equal, male and female, the only differences perhaps being our unique talents. I believed, as is politically correct (among all groups, be they left or right, and especially in education) that childrearing and educational influences account for the differences in behavior between males and females of all ages, and that were we to treat them the same, they would behave the same. I also believed that children are naturally curious, and presented with the opportunity, will explore and research topics at great lengths.
Pretty obviously I don’t believe that now. Observations in schools where I have worked simply do not support this. I find that when given the opportunity to learn, increasingly girls are inspired by their future career options and choose to work harder, while more and more boys are deciding to live for the moment and skip today’s homework, even if it means being unable to earn a good living in the not-too-distant future. I find the structure we have in schools nowadays caters to the innate talents and tendencies of femaleness, while ignoring the innate male tendency to slack off and fuck up. Does this mean I support those proponents of all-male academies that cater to the inner child of young males? Not on your life. What those boys need is a lot of structure and discipline, and fewer choices. Specifically we need to stop offering boys the opportunity to choose to fail, to not participate in their own education.
I think that students should be segregated by motivational level. It is true that more boys would end up in the highly structured classes than girls, but this isn’t gender-based discrimination. Even though being discriminating as far as academic achievement is concerned means that the students who need extra structure would be primarily boys, life is full of decisions and choices. I would prefer to assure that all students acquire the ability to learn when needed, and this is something not currently being taught. All boys and girls in the structured program would be shifted between programs as they showed they were able to handle freedom and use it as a learning tool. If a boy told me that he thought there should be a quota to make sure there are equal numbers of males and females in that top motivational group, I would just tell him that he earned his way into the slackers group and could earn his way out again.
It’s hard for people to break out of that mental box to recognize where facts end and cultural myths take over. I was very much influenced by Steven Pinker, who wrote that male and female sex-linked behaviors are universal, and thus unrelated to childrearing traditions in any one culture. Later he demonstrated that many aspects of behavior we attribute to (blame on) family influence are very probably entirely heritable. In other words, if you’re a dumbass, and your father is a dumbass, more than likely you got it from him. Or if you have zero curiousity about the world around you, and your parents do not either, then you are not a good candidate for homeschooling. In that case, though, your parents won’t want to do it anyway, and you’ll probably end up in public schools like all those other dumbasses who are willing to work much harder to avoid learning than it would be to allow education to happen.
So you see where I’m coming from now, or maybe you just have a glimpse.
Last but not least, having finished my site overhaul, I have started two new blogs in an effort to streamline them thematically. This blog will continue as my femdom blog, Ask the Principal will do Q&A service. and my phone sex blog will cover subjects having to do with, well, sex.
I had a call from a guy who didn’t really want to experience a session in the Principal’s office himself. Rather, he wanted to be given the experience of observing a young man being disciplined for typical male behaviors that might surface as “acting out” in school. You know what I mean, the sorts of behaviors that young women don’t seem to do nearly as often as boys, if at all. Most of the time, the guys are distracted by their raging hormones that scream mate! Be they academic issues, behavioral problems, or showing a lack of respect to the dominant females in charge in this school, there’s always plenty to blame on these guys.
I know all these things because I have worked in schools as my other job, so I can give it those little touches that either reflect reality or speak to my own fantasy of how a school might be run by female supremacists intent on breaking and training the males in their charge.
They remind me of the Alice Cooper song Eighteen: “I’ve got a baby’s brain and an old man’s heart”, except that the Principal finds it useful to be significantly less generous to miscreants, putting them a bit lower on the evolutionary scale. (For more on this, see Getting in touch with the inner lizard)
Don’t tell me that I’m stereotyping – of course I am. This is not about reality, it’s an excuse for a little fantasy.
So I recreated the experience for the caller, placing him as voyeur. He observed me forcing the rule-breaker to admit his crimes, giving him a well-deserved spanking, then a session in learning to take orders from a woman while associating learning with pleasure – in other words, teaching him to masturbate according to my exacting specifications, alternately lecturing in female supremacy and male inferiority.
I spoke of what we can learn about male behaviors by observing the gender-linked behaviors of other species, of the superior design of the female body, and of genetic issues involved with being saddled with a y chromosome rather than an extra x chromosome. I reminded him of how goofing-off in class is cutting into his future suitability as a submissive, the highest goal for a male. Finally, I described for him what might happen if he got sent to the nurse’s office for an exam to see if she can figure out what is wrong with him and “fix” it. But it looks like there was a little role reversal going on. My voyeur got sucked up into the experience himself. What happened in the nurse’s office just did him in. I guess she found out what was wrong with him and “fixed” it.
It turns out a favorite client of mine has been so inspired by his experiences in the Principal’s office of my fantasy high school that he has decided to write a book expanding on that fantasy and adding his own personal touch. I have been receiving chapters as they are ready, and I am indeed impressed. Most of the action in the fantasies I spin takes place in the Principal’s office, where bad boys are sent for firm guidance, lessons in socialization and/or a little training in proper masturbation technique. From what I have seen so far, most of this book takes place in the rest of the school and its environs, and the head of the school plays a smaller role in comparison to a seeming army of deeply committed and sometimes militaristic female supremacists and their well-trained male followers.
The school provides strict guidance of the sort a discreet Principal could only dream of. Indeed, it is the sort of training that perhaps only the most recalcitrant miscreats really need. But since most of the boys have been sent to this school for behavioral and academic difficulties revolving around stereotypical male behavior, a whole lot of strict discipline and training seems to be going on at all times.
The academy is a boarding school intended to teach the girls to dominate men while mastering high level academic subject matter. Unfortunately the boys, having been sent there because of their difficulties in focusing on academics in the first place, uniformly need to be trained using a behaviorist psychology that tends to involve more punishment than reward until they see the light and learn proper behavior.
Got an academic fantasy you’ve been dying to play out, but no Principal to play with? Give me a call so I can give you a personal orientation session today!
I wasn’t planning on doing another entry for a while on the differences between men and women, but an article just popped up on MSNBC, and I couldn’t resist. It just goes to show you how badly men, even the finest specimens of their gender, need a female to help them focus.
[I linked to the article, but it seems to have gone poof. I'll summarize here.
It was the story of three men whose wives go away for the summer, formerly a not uncommon occurrence, but less frequent nowadays, as wives work. The three families profiled in the story had a man who was staying home for the summer while working at his job, while the wife took the children abroad to travel or stay with relatives. The men in the story regressed to remote-clicking beer-swilling card-playing layabouts, but complained to their wives how they felt stressed by the situation. The wives, meanwhile, caring for all the kids alone, were suggesting that the men definitely had the easy end of the deal.]
Regardless of how hard we try to pretend to believe in the egalitarian model – the one where all behavior differences between males and females result from gender-based differences in their upbringing – we are only paying lip service to it.
You see, I have a different definition of “politically correct” than the right wing establishment does. For them it has a variety of meanings. In other words, it means whatever they mean it to mean, always involving apocryphal “liberals” infringing on the “rights” of free-speaking neo-fascists, oops, fine upstanding Republican citizens, to harass people of color or women trying to break out of the mold – unless they are Ann Coulter – and just in general, to stand in opposition for civility, respect, and verifiable facts.
For me it means any opinion at all which brings the criticism, “You shouldn’t have said that because it goes against our dogma.”
I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating, especially since I may not have said it in this blog: I blame the education system for the existence of know-nothing no-fact right wing pundits and running dogs. Heck, I’m willing to blame them for the existence of the majority of magickal thinkers of all other political persuasions, too. Moi? I don’t discriminate.
What they teach in school these days is that facts aren’t important. What’s important is understanding the theory behind the facts. Well, guess what! Any theory is built on facts. Not knowing facts means you don’t understand the theory, plain and simple, and you’re taking it on faith if you say you do. Kids are learning that all ideas are equally valid and deserving of support, whether they are supported by facts or the fabrication of a deranged and addled mind. (Anybody you know?)
But getting back to the subject at hand, it really is the observations that matter. If you observe differences between males and females, and you write about them, but fail to acknowledge you are doing this, then in the very least you are showing your blind spot for all the world to see. They call it “cognitive dysfunction” – believing two things at the same time that are simultaneously impossible – yet failing to recognize that this is the case.
Clearly these males are in need of strict guidance by a female, and are unable to function productively in her absense.
Perhaps the wife should make arrangements for a surrogate to whip them into line on occasion.