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MetaKron said:
Or should a woman who shares living quarters, who considers herself to be a responsible adult, take responsibility for working and helping to earn a living, whether or not she is having sex with the male of the partnership?
That depends in part on the male, I suppose. For instance, would the male live with a woman who earns a living if he wasn't having sex with her? It also depends on the foundation of the relationship between them. If a man is upset, for instance, because he's finding it difficult to change the terms of the relationship, he needs to deal with the fact that he helped set the terms that he finds so unacceptable.
Feminists want "equal rights" but it still somehow returns to them feeling entitled to special privileges for being female, while the males get the shaft.
Strangely, I only ever hear the argument this describes second hand, from men who seem to have a problem with women and, especially, feminists.
Try this notion on for size:
Once upon a time, I dated a girl who watched Days of Our Lives. She wasn't completely gaga over the soap, so I didn't really care. After all, I didn't have to watch it. I picked up a couple of character names, and that was it. A couple years later, I was dating another woman, and it turns out she watched Days of Our Lives. I saw even more episodes, and started to learn plot lines. A few years after that, I ended up dating a woman, and finding out while we spent a mutual day off from work together that she, too, watched Days of Our Lives. That relationship ended, and, while a woman I had a brief fling with watched the damn show, I was lucky enough to never be around while she was watching it. Yet, strangely, when I met a new woman, with whom I ended up smoking pot and watching many episodes of The Simpsons with, I was shocked to discover that one of her male roommates was a Days of Our Lives addict. And then, after she left that place and moved in with me, I found out she had lied about that point. She, too, recorded Days of Our Lives on a daily basis, so that she could watch the show after work. It blew my mind. It still does in a way. I hate soap operas. I especially hate Days of Our Lives. How the hell did I come to know what was going on with that show from the time I was seventeen until about thirty-two? Somewhere in there, however, after telling the joke enough times, I came to realize that regardless of what I thought of the intellects that enjoy Days of Our Lives and other soap operas, this bizarre phenomenon spoke more of me, and my taste in women.
I'm of the opinion that if you feel shafted by terms of your relationship that you accepted, it's not all about what's wrong with the partner. Making this about "women", or smearing "feminists" with these complaints doesn't help anyone.