Where Have all the Real Women Gone?

I’ve heard it said often – Where have all the real men gone?

Well, for one thing, they’ve been redefined, repackaged, indoctrinated, and feminized by the world. They’ve all been encouraged to get in touch with their “feminine side” but discouraged not to heed to their “masculine side”. White males have fared the worse. They’ve been beaten down by a culture that glorifies women who aren’t feminine and men who are.

Fortunately there are still men who are real men, but they don’t make the news. They go about their daily lives, working hard, loving their wives and kids, serving God, and fellowshipping with other real men who haven’t lost touch with who they are – who God made them to be.

But again, I ask, where have all the real women gone? I see plenty of females running around, but they’ve lowered themselves to new levels. They dress like hookers. In normal conversation, they use words that would have made grandma cringe. They scowl at men who would dare to open a door for them. They pursue sexual encounters with the fervor of a teenaged boy and they’ve abandoned the mothering instinct for their children and replaced it with a “let ‘em be kids” mentality that boils down to a destructive permissiveness that is producing a narcissistic generation that will only lead to a further decay of society as we know it.

I was walking into a grocery store the other day and dared to let my eyes meet the eye of one of several girls out on the prowl at the local shopping center. The one with jet black hair and a bright red streak running down the middle of it, with body piercings in more places than I cared to see, and with her stomach hanging slightly over the edge of her too-tight low cut jeans promptly gave me the finger and mouthed the corresponding curseword at me because she evidently didn’t like it that I glanced her way. I smiled in a somewhat condescending way and went right by, but my heart sank. She couldn’t have been more than 16 years old. What does the future hold for her? I wondered if sex had already become so familiar to her as to be boring. Does she look at herself in the mirror at home and like what she sees? What does she dream about as far as her future is concerned?

God’s plan for man and wife is perfect. Submission is actually a freeing concept. The attention and care I receive in return far outweighs any negatives. God holds my husband responsible for our family – not me. I respect and love my husband and treat him so. I recognize him as the final authority in our relationship and in our family. In return, he treats me with love and care, and puts me on a pedestal I don’t deserve – opening doors for me, putting my wants ahead of his own, treating me as the weaker vessel, and showering me with love and attention. Any woman who wouldn’t want that needs her head examined.

I respect myself and try to live as God would have me to live. I pity the women I see who have no respect for themselves and who show, through their appearance and actions, that they think their only worth is sexual. What a sad future they are setting themselves up for. And it will probably be a lonely one as well.