The price of female freedom
It's the usual feminist bullshit about how "I don't need no MAN to be happy!!!"- which one might have an easier time believing if the entire video until that point had not been about how empty and desolate the woman in question feels when she sees all of her friends getting married, settling down, and having children.
Take a look at her. More specifically, take a look at her surroundings, and the way she lives her life.
Despite all of her flaws, though, I commend her for presenting a hard, sober look at the very real price that women pay for constantly holding out for "Mr. Right".
The fact is that most young women these days, at least in the Anglosphere, are not being told a very important fact: the longer they delay "gittin' hitched", settling down, marrying, and having children, the more abrupt and painful will be the inevitable reckoning day that comes for all women eventually.
It is a fundamental, axiomatic truth that men and women do not age the same way; not for nothing has it been written, only half-jokingly, that men age like wine, while women age like milk.
For women, their best years are between the ages of 18 and 30- and that is it. From the age of 30, a woman's looks begin to deteriorate quite rapidly; it becomes much more difficult for her to control her weight and appetites; her fertility drops precipitously; her ability to bear fully healthy children declines just as fast.
By far the most devastating consequence of this loss of youth and beauty is the fact that, just as women begin to lose their value, men begin to gain in ours.
For men, the years between 18 and 30 are often filled with suffering and hardship. Those of us who are not naturally gregarious or sociable find it extremely hard to make friends and find dates. Our time is often consumed by work and the daily struggle to simply get by. Our finances are weak and our relative status is poor as a result.
But from the age of 30 onward, things rapidly begin improving for us.
By that point, if we haven't done anything particularly idiotic, we will have built up a pool of savings and wealth. Our careers are beginning to take off as our hard work, experience, knowledge, and savvy start to manifest in ways that make us valuable to our employers and clients.
The reality that far too many single career women over the age of 30 refuse to confront is that they have wasted the best years of their lives in hedonistic pursuit of pleasure and wealth. Their attempts to rationalise their decisions by talking about "actualisation" and "embracing themselves" are pure horseshit.
There are good women out there, even at the age of 35. But the harsh fact is that they cannot compare to their younger selves.
And that is precisely the heart of their problem. The very men that they most desire, who are around their age and have already started seeing giant leaps in their socio-sexual status after reaching the age of thirty, no longer desire them.
Why, indeed, should they? Any reasonably strong, fit, fiscally sensible man who can keep his big head in charge of his little head- which, again, becomes easier with every year that a man spends over the age of 30- has pretty much everything he needs to get out there and find young, pretty, sexy 25-year-olds to bed and marry.
Quite simply, men and women fight very different battles.
A man fights against the man that we could have been. But for a man, time is his ally in that fight; our value improves with time as long as we stay dedicated to ourselves and our missions.
A woman, however, fights against the woman that she was. And for her, time is her enemy. With every passing year, the gap between who she is today, and who she was at the peak of her youth, beauty, fertility, and femininity, yawns wider- and grows exponentially faster with every year over the age of 35.
Instead, teach them to save themselves for a good and decent man who will look after them, protect them, and provide them with a stable and honourable future.
Asking or requiring any Western-raised woman to practice such restraint is, for the most part, asking the impossible. Believe me, I know- I've had similar arguments with my sister in the past, and they haven't gone well. But this is also the only way to avoid letting such a woman run face-first into the future depicted in the video up there- or the one down here.