Of all the charming side-(or after-)effects of women’s liberation/feminism, I’m most amused by the inability of women to harness their unbridled primitive female nature within the confines (or lack thereof) of their newfound “freedoms” of the modern age.
As adamantly as they refute innate gender differences or any objective delineation of male and female character traits, they nevertheless slip helplessly down the cone of evolved gender ingredients which are more powerful a force than modern woman’s petty affectations of equality.
In other words: bitches gonna bitch.
This “power” thing? It’s an act, a pretension of artifice.