Why do women feel so angry?

The answer, quite obviously, is because they’re stupid:

I’m filled with a permanent nebulous, undirected rage that my life has become a Gordian knot of obligations, responsibilities, guilt, duties and expectations. I can’t even go for a walk in the park without factoring in the needs of half a dozen people. I resent that every second of my day is owned by someone else….

Unlike a man, I just can’t seem to find it in me to say ‘No’.

Not all women are angry. Not all women have multiple marriages, step-children, children, and full-time careers, while also harboring ambitions to become a writer and/or a mermaid princess. This woman has completely failed to understand the basic concept of opportunity cost; when middle-class women were told by men that they could not have it all, that it was impossible to have a serious career and be a good wife and mother, too many of them shrieked “sexist” and blithely proceeded to plunge themselves into impossible situations. You’ve come a long way, baby, now shut up and take it like the man you wanted to be.

I have no sympathy whatsoever for these idiotic, overscheduled, pride-filled women who are far more concerned for their public image than for their families or their jobs. My sympathies are reserved for the children whose lives they are ruining, the men who mysteriously choose to put up with them, the nannies who have to pick up the pieces after them, and the societies that are in decline in part because of them.

She wants to be acknowledged? By all means, let us freely acknowledge that women of this sort are foolish, short-sighted, functionally stupid, and most of all, a regrettable artifact of a peculiar moment in history that will soon be gone.