Women Say They Have It so Hard

Most modern women are drunk on their own perceived power. They walk around as if the world owes them something simply for existing. But women worked long before the 1960s, and they did it without complaining, without expecting applause, without demanding the world rearrange itself around their whims. They married in their late teens, had children, and still kept house to a standard modern women would collapse under in a week.

My grandmother was a maid in New York City while my grandfather worked the docks. When he came home, she scrubbed his back in the bathtub. She shopped, cleaned the house, and did laundry by hand, neatly and precisely, then ironed every shirt and pair of pants with a heavy cast iron she heated on the stove. She washed dishes and scrubbed toilets both at work and at home. She sewed by hand and on a pedal powered machine. She patched clothes when they tore.

My grandfather cooked because he enjoyed it. When he was in the Army during World War II, my grandmother worked two and sometimes three jobs while cooking, cleaning, and raising two children on her own for two years. No fast food. No instant dinners. No takeout. No car. No phone. No air conditioner. No microwave. No air fryer. No rice cooker. No crockpot. She made spaghetti from scratch with flour and eggs. No welfare. No Section 8. No housing projects. She made sauce from fresh tomatoes, not a can. She baked muffins fresh. Every meal was fresh. And she did it all without a single complaint.

When my grandfather died, my grandmother buried him under a marble tombstone with her own loving words to her “Mikey.” That kind of love does not exist in modern women.

After twenty five years of marriage, my grandfather gave my grandmother a gold bracelet worth $2,000 at the time, the equivalent of $25,000 today. She thought it was too much. She never wore it once. But she loved him deeply. She never measured his height, his income, or his anatomy. She never nagged him for a Prada bag. She never left him for another man. He was her first, and her only, and they loved each other until the end.

Today’s woman brags about not knowing how to boil water. She expects her man to provide everything, the Gucci bag, the $200,000 two carat diamond ring, the $100,000 wedding, two $60,000 cars, the million dollar home, the maid, the six figure income, the six foot frame, the six pack abs, all while she gives nothing and still claims she “brings everything to the table.”

It is a joke. You should be ashamed. Many of you have two, three, four, five, even six children by a lineup of drug addicts, criminals, and failures, and you still walk around acting like you are a prize. It is a disgrace to see it. It is nasty.