Without the game of women, we men would be nothing.
There would be no progress in society were it not for women driving men forward.
Driving them forward with feminine cunning and charm in such a way that we men, of our own accord, solve the tasks that fair womanhood sets before us.
However, there also exist partnerships that are mere facades partnerships that serve only one purpose: to bolster the ego.
These involve men who view the women by their side merely as objects women who feel compelled to inflate their lips and breasts so that their male partners do not lose face in society.
Conversely, there are women who are obsessed with attention and use men to inflate their own egos. In doing so, they employ a reverse victim-perpetrator dynamic, using lies to level accusations against the man. Often, they are right in their assessment of the man as the perpetrator. Yet, a problem arises in the form of "free-riders" individuals bolstered by the media and social media trolls, who whip the masses into a frenzy. This phenomenon bears a striking resemblance to the protests led by Greta and the "asphalt-glue" activists.
In my opinion, it is ultimately just about whipping society into a frenzy and fueling an internal struggle within ourselves.
But now, I would like to turn to the true core of this article.
Prince Rogers Nelson was a man who revered women. He held the belief that a band consisting solely of women with himself at the helm would be infinitely cooler than any other band in the world.
On March 30, 1985, Prince performed one of the finest concerts of his career in Syracuse; he delivered a guitar solo that, to this day, is regarded as one of the greatest in history. Indeed, in the moments after he finished playing it, one could clearly see the immense pride he felt in himself. It was during this solo that the true beauty of music a beauty I had always found lacking in classical music dawned upon me for the very first time. I had never been able to truly grasp Mozart or Beethoven but Prince? Him, I understood. That solo and the entire song possesses a quality that seems utterly otherworldly. Especially this version from Syracuse clocking in at 16:37 where, at the 8:37 mark, he makes a mistake. It is a small slip-up that visibly rattles him. It is just a brief, signature "Prince scream." But it happens at the wrong moment. How could that possibly have happened?
A woman was to blame.
Just moments earlier, he invites one of the backing vocalists to the microphone exactly as planned to join him on the chorus. With her divine female voice, she apparently throws Prince off his game; for just four seconds later, he pulls a funny face to help smooth over his misplaced scream. My theory here is that this moment relieved him of all pressure, allowing him to deliver the solo that is now so firmly etched into history.
Thus, the interplay between woman and man is of immense importance, but it should be reserved for positive, beautiful things.
However, when women abuse their power and call for a "hunt" against men, I view that as nothing less than a war within society. When one compares the individuals involved with the sensationalized narratives surrounding them, a distinct pattern quickly emerges.
Peace out.
