The “F” Word

I think a lot of people (men AND women) confuse human rights or “women’s rights” with feminism. I’m all for women being able to choose their own life path for themselves, but when a group of people (female or not) try to speak for me, I draw the line. What about *my* rights? Isn’t that what they are saying I should have? What about *my* freedom to choose for myself and speak up about my choices?
"Feminism" seems no longer to be about equal opportunities or equal pay for women. That was settled a long time ago. Today it has been tightly linked to radical politics, hatred of men, and deconstruction of the traditional family.

That's Ashley Judd up there, if you didn't know.
Anyhow, I feel sorry for the women who have found out the truth too late. For instance, read an excerpt of what Virginia Haussegger wrote:

Here we are, supposedly “having it all” as we edge 40; excellent education; good qualifications; great jobs; fast-moving careers; good incomes; and many of us own the trendy little inner-city pad we live in. It’s a nice caffe-latte kind of life, really.
But the truth is - for me at least - the career is no longer a challenge, the lifestyle trappings are joyless (the latest Collette Dinnigan frock looks pretty silly on a near-40-year-old), and the point of it all seems, well, pointless.
I am childless and I am angry. Angry that I was so foolish to take the word of my feminist mothers as gospel. Angry that I was daft enough to believe female fulfilment came with a leather briefcase.
It was wrong. It was crap.

In the feminist’s mind, any submission to a man is demeaning. Obedience to a husband is thought of as a form of brute force imposed by monsters.
They don’t understand that women are very influential over men. Look what Delilah did to Samson. And what about Adam? He had is own mind, but he followed Eve. This influence women effortlessly hold is a type of astounding power. Some misuse it, some don't know they have it. It holds an intoxicating sway.
A man’s happiness and success can be directly influenced by his woman. She is the gas in the engine. He is the engine. An engine without gas is dead.
That said, I suppose I must be a confusing individual to those who don’t know me. I like sports (football in particular). I’m drawn to machinery like jets and fast cars. I’ve worked for the government building bomb seeking devices from blueprints and had immense fun doing so. I love to shoot…handguns, rifles, shotguns… It’s a rare occasion that puts me in a skirt or dress, and if it’s cold and windy I’m pretty sure that serious coin would have to be involved as well.

BUT...
I like a door being opened for me. I like help picking up packages I’ve lost a grip on and dropped. I like being guided into a room by a hand on the small of my back. I love a chair being pulled out for me. I find it intimate and cozy to have a dinner ordered for me… not because I’m incapable - but because he understands me so well, he knows I’ll really enjoy whatever he chooses because he appreciates me enough to pay attention to my likes and dislikes. I’m fond of these things and too many more to mention, but the bottom line is that feminism in its form today seems very wrong to me. It’s a push for the opposite of family and a road to lonely Nowheresville. How about instead of “feminists” telling us what they think we need and what’s best for us, we each get to decide for ourselves. I choose individuality and privacy with regard to it.