#she started it

-Beth Unico, Sage of Sheikah

Also known as: “No, You’re Not Oppressed. You’re Just Loud, Wrong, and Wearing a Pantsuit Like a Participation Trophy.”

Imagine, for a second, the cognitive dissonance:

You’re a woman in the most pro-female society ever created in human history. You’ve got civil rights, voting rights, representation quotas, entire university departments dedicated to your feelings, Beyoncé playing stadiums, Taylor Swift creating planetary orbit shifts, and every streaming platform kissing your highlighter-covered diary.

And you still manage to say:

“The patriarchy is destroying us.”

👑 Sis, you’re not oppressed. You’re inconvenienced. And there’s a difference.

☕ Let’s Talk Real Privilege (The Kind You Pretend Doesn’t Exist)

You want to know what real privilege is?

It’s being able to walk up to a man you don’t know — in public — and scream in his face like he personally rebooted The Handmaid’s Tale while holding a pumpkin spice latte in your left hand and a thousand-dollar phone in your right.

It’s being able to call him an ‘incel’ in front of his wife and kid — and then expect every man nearby to jump in and defend you. Even though you started the fight.

Even though you crossed the line. Even though you insulted him first. Because hey — you’re a woman. That means you’re always the victim, right?

💥 Let Me Ask You This (Brace Yourself):

What if every man just stopped?

Stopped holding the door. Stopped checking your tire pressure. Stopped instinctively scanning a room for threats when they’re walking next to you. Stopped pretending like your screams of “men are predators!” didn’t hit them like knives in the ribs.

What if every man — not even all, just most — simply decided your safety isn’t worth their blood anymore?

What would you do?

❌ “Other men will stop them!” No they won’t. You called those men “incels” too. You mocked their height. You said “small dick energy” like it was a racial slur.

You alienated the protectors and labeled the rest as threats. Now you want a favor?

📜 Modern Women Want Protection, Without Deference

You say “I want a man who will protect me.”

But you:

Hang out with exes who still “check in”

Go on “girls’ trips” to clubs packed with dudes

Laugh at your boyfriend when he sets boundaries

Post thirst traps with captions like “men ain’t shit”

Treat every masculine instinct like a red flag

Let’s make it plain:

You want the benefits of masculinity, without any of the respect it requires.

That’s not empowerment. That’s entitlement with Cheeto dust in it's cleavage.

🏆 “But What About Kamala?”

You mean the woman who giggles like a middle schooler during foreign policy briefings, whose own party didn’t want her, who bypassed the presidency like it was her turn at the DMV?

The one who couldn’t decide if she was Indian, Black, or just vaginally qualified?

She didn't run a campaign. She ran a diversity hire scavenger hunt.

She didn’t win a primary. She got thrown onto a ticket like a complimentary mint.

And now? She’s VP. Because we’re in a time where a uterus with Wi-Fi and a pantsuit gets automatic credibility — and if you question it, you’re a “misogynist.”

🐻 “I’d Rather Be With a Bear Than a Man!”

That viral TikTok quote, remember? Women saying they’d rather be with a grizzly bear in the woods than near a man?

Let me translate:

“I’d rather be with a 1,500-pound apex predator with claws that can disembowel me in 0.3 seconds, than share oxygen with Tom from HR.”

Why?

Because modern feminism has made you terrified of male presence, and addicted to male protection. You want safety from men — provided by other men — while calling them creeps, predators, oppressors, rapists, and “fragile little boys.”

Make it make sense.

🪖 Meanwhile, Let’s Talk About Patriotism

Every man you slander online?

He lives in a country where, by 18, he can be drafted. Where he’s expected to fight, bleed, and die to protect:

Your freedom to tweet

Your OnlyFans

Your Buzzfeed listicle

Your right to scream “Kill All Men” in public

You think that’s a fair trade?

He dies. You virtue signal in his blood.

🤐 You Think It’s All Hypothetical. It's Not.

You’re so used to freedom, you don’t recognize danger. Let me name a few places:

Iran

Afghanistan

Somalia

North Korea

Pakistan

Yemen

Those are countries where real patriarchy lives. Where women:

Can’t leave the house without permission

Get whipped for showing hair

Get stoned to death for suspected adultery

Are told by law they’re worth half a man in court

And yet, you’re here… with your Wi-Fi and your brunch and your “male gaze trauma” telling the world you’re “barely surviving under the patriarchy.”

Sis. You’re not surviving. You’re thriving on the bones of men you can’t stand.

📉 You Want Rights. But You Forgot Reciprocity.

Here’s the unspoken truth:

The only reason women get protection in modern society is because men agree to give it.

Not because of laws. Not because of “equity.” But because millions of men still choose to shield women — even ones who hate them.

You don’t need therapy. You need a history book and a f***ing thank you note. Because without “toxic men,” you'd be washing goats in a river while praying you don’t get sold for five goats and a discount on diesel.

🔮 TL;DR

Feminism in the West is no longer fighting oppression. It’s fighting reality.

You’re not being held down by men. You’re standing on their shoulders and spitting in their eyes.

The only thing keeping you safe is the honor of men you don’t respect.

If they ever decide to stop protecting you? The bear you said you’d rather be with… will be the least of your problems.

A WAKE UP CALL TO ACTION

🔁 Reblog if you’re done pretending that screaming at men in public = bravery 🧠 Share this if you’ve been falsely accused of being “toxic” for setting boundaries 🫵 Send this to a friend who still thinks “patriarchy” is what’s holding her back — instead of her TikTok algorithm and Amazon cart 🛑 Comment if you’ve ever lost a relationship because you had the audacity to say:

“I’m not dying for someone who doesn’t even like men.”

⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER (Read it Slow, Becky):