I finally met her.
Miss Feminism in the flesh.
She was striding confidently through the airport towards the car rental area. Every hair was in place, makeup perfected and a snazzy bag slung over her shoulder. Everything about her from her trendy clothes to her high-dollar shoes attributed to the aura surrounding her.
The way she walked and handled herself screamed one thing: “I don’t need a man!”
Now I honestly have no idea what the lady’s life was like or what her worldview consisted of, but for the sake of this article we will call her Miss Feminism. As I sat there watching her, I had the thought “If I, as another woman, get the vibe that she doesn’t need a man in her life . . . how intimidating must it be for a man to get that vibe?”
Miss Feminism was fine with living life the way she had it all planned out. Life was great without having a man to add into the mix. This way, she was in control and nobody else. She didn’t have to answer to anyone about her actions.
Her life looked free and fun – or at least that’s what feminism wants us to believe. But is it really?
Feminism hurts the men in our lives.
God made them to be our protectors and providers. When we give them the message that their protection is not needed or wanted, it sends them the message of ultimate disrespect.
When Lowell had his motorcycle accident almost 7 years ago, I came to a surprising conclusion really quick. He honestly should have died in that accident – by all human reasoning with the way he flew off the motorcycle and down over a ravine onto huge boulders. But he didn’t and I have praised God many times for sparing his life! And aside from the fact that he’s my husband, a father to our children, and we love him immensely . . . my conclusion may come as a shock to you.
My conclusion was this: one of the reasons God may have let him live – was because I would have made a horrible widow!
I don’t know how I could have coped with handling all the things a man does, besides all the things a woman has to do. God knew I needed him.
I absolutely love the little things he does for me that only a man can do, or at least do it right! It makes me feel so special and cared for. I love not having to worry about when the car needs an oil change, or if the lawnmower is sounding “funny” I can send the kids to go ask Dad. He is the one who sprayed all my fruit trees for me, just because he knew how hard it would be for short me to reach the top branches.
I never have to concern myself with the water heater, the Toyota transmission, or the dryer belts. Frankly, my man knows that should I choose to concern myself with those things . . . well, let’s just say it would be catastrophic!
Whatever would I do without this wonderful man in my life? Who would buy me chocolates after noticing my supply is low? Who would come up behind me at the kitchen sink, wrap his arms around me, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear? Who would offer me his coat when I’m sitting there shivering in the cold?
I am saddened by this feministic mindset that strips men of their manhood by telling them we don’t want or need them.
Truth is, if we are going to become more like Christ – and God has put a man in our lives – we do need them. We need their logical reasoning, their blue worldview that differs from our pink one, and their strong arms to hold us close when we need protection from the forces that take us down.
Not only do I need my man in my life to fix the bumpers I jerk off of his Jeep *oops* (or was that a fender 🙂 ) . . . but I want him in my life. I want his “sometimes aggravating” logic, his quick wit, his huge smile, and his flirty messages. I want his deep conversations and discussions over Scripture. I want his towel to hang beside mine in the bathroom, his muddy shoes to dirty my floors, and his concoctions in my fridge.
It’s also nice to have an extra razor around to borrow in case mine gives out!
So am I a needy woman? Uh, yep.
Let feminism keep its fun in all its supposed “freedom”.
I’ll take chocolate and kisses any day!
Note: someone mentioned how this could be hurtful to the single women whose husbands have left them or those who do not have husbands at all. I apologize for that was not the intent of the article. I admire those who can do it on their own, when forced to, but this was meant more specifically for those who consciously choose feminism over letting the men in their lives take the role they were designed for! I’ve edited it a bit to clear up the confusion, so please forgive me if this was hurtful to you as a single mom or young lady.