Esther Vilar – The Manipulated Man

This book is dedicated to all those whom it does

not mention: to the few men who refuse to be
manipulated, to the few women who are not
venal and all those fortunate enough to have lost
their market value because they are either too
old, too ugly, or too ill.

ESTHER VILAR was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina. She studied

medicine and sociology before becoming a writer. She followed the
world-wide success of The Manipulated Man with two more books
about the relationship between the sexes, the novels The Mosquito,
The Mathematics of Nina Gluckstein and The Seven Fires of
Mademoiselle and numerous plays, including The American Popess,
Speer, and Jealousy.

Also by Esther Vilar from Pinter & Martin:

The Polygamous Sex

Speer

www.pinterandmartin.com

author's introduction

THE MANIPULATED MAN

the slave's happiness

what is man?
what is woman?
a woman's horizon
the fair sex
the universe is male
her stupidity makes woman divine
breaking them in
manipulation by means of self-abasement
a dictionary
women have no feelings
sex as reward
the female libido
manipulation through bluff
commercialized prayers
self-conditioning
children as hostages
women's vices
the mask of femininity
the business world as a hunting ground
the `emancipated' female
women's liberation
what is love?

AUTHOR'S INTRODUCTION

Over thirty-five years have passed since the first publication of my book The
Manipulated Man - a pamphlet written in great anger against the women's
movement's worldwide monopoly of opinion. The determination with which those
women portrayed us as victims of men not only seemed humiliating but also
unrealistic. If someone should want to change the destiny of our sex - a wish I had
then as I have today - then that someone should attempt to do so with more honesty.
And possibly also with a little humor.

I would like to take the opportunity presented by the reissue of my book to answer
two questions which I am asked again and again in this context.

People often ask me if I would write this book again. Well, I find it right and proper to
have done so. But seen from today's perspective, my courage in those days may
only be attributable to a lack of imagination. Despite all I wrote, I could not really
imagine the power I was up against. It seemed that one is only allowed to criticize
women on the quiet - especially as a woman - and could only expect agreement
behind closed doors. As we women have, thanks to our relatively stress-free life, a
higher life-expectancy than men and consequently make up the majority of voters in
Western industrial nations, no politician could afford to offend us. And the media is
not interested in discussing the issues involved either. Their products are financed
through the advertising of consumer goods, and should we women decide to stop
reading a certain newspaper or magazine as its editorial policy displeases us, then
the advertisements targeted at us will also disappear. After all, it is well established
that women make the majority of purchasing decisions.

However, I had also underestimated men's fear of reevaluating their position. Yet the
more sovereignty they are losing in their professional lives - the more automatic their
work, the more controlled by computers they become, the more that increasing
unemployment forces them to adopt obsequious behavior towards customers and
superiors - then the more they have to be afraid of a recognition of their predicament.
And the more essential it becomes to maintain their illusion that it is not they who are
the slaves, but those on whose behalf they subject themselves to such an existence.

As absurd as it may sound: today's men need feminists much more than their wives
do. Feminists are the last ones who still describe men the way they like to see
themselves: as egocentric, power-obsessed, ruthless, and without inhibitions when it
comes to satisfying their animalistic instincts. Therefore the most aggressive
Women's Libbers find themselves in the strange predicament of doing more to
maintain the status quo than anyone else. Without their arrogant accusations the
macho man would no longer exist, except perhaps in the movies. If the press didn't
stylize men as rapacious wolves, the actual sacrificial lambs of this `men's society',
men themselves, would no longer flock to the factories so obediently.

So I hadn't imagined broadly enough the isolation I would find myself in after writing
this book. Nor had I envisaged the consequences which it would have for my
subsequent writing and even for my private life - violent threats have not ceased to
this date. A woman who defended the arch-enemy - who didn't equate domestic life
with solitary confinement and who described the company of young children as a
pleasure, not a burden - necessarily had to become a` misogynist', even a
`reactionary' and `fascist' in the eyes of the public. Had not Karl Marx determined
once and for all that in an industrial society it is us, the women, who are the most
oppressed? It goes without saying, doesn't it, that someone who did not want to take
part in the canonization of her own sex is also opposed to equal wages and equal
opportunities?

In other words, if I had known then what I know today, I probably wouldn't have
written this book. And that is precisely the reason why I am so glad to have written it.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank the handful of people who have stood up
for me and my work. Typically, most of them were women.

The second question I am often asked is about the topicality of the opinions I
expressed then. To what extend is what I described over thirty-five years ago still
relevant to the `new woman' and the `new man'?

Here is a list of issues which I recognized in the original book to be men's most
significant disadvantages compared to women.

1. Men are conscripted; women are not.

2. Men are sent to fight in wars; women are not.
3. Men retire later than women (even though, due to their lower life-expectancy,
they should have the right to have the right to retire earlier).
4. Men have almost no influence over their reproduction (for males, there is neither
a pill nor abortion - they can only get the children women want them to have).
5. Men support women; women never, or only temporarily, support men.
6. Men work all their lives; women work only temporarily or not at all.
7. Even though men work all their lives, and women work only temporarily or not at
all, on average, men are poorer than women.
8. Men only `borrow' their children; woman can keep them (as men work all their
lives and women do not, men are automatically robbed of their children in cases of
separation - with the reasoning that they have to work).

As one can see, if anything, the female position of power has only consolidated.
Today a career in the military is also open to women in many countries - but without
conscription for all. Many achieved for themselves the right to practice their job for
the same number of years as their male colleagues - however, the retirement age
was not increased for all of us. And now as before, it does not occur to the
underprivileged to fight against this grotesque state of affairs.

Only as far as the sixth point is concerned, has there been a significant change. In
the more entertaining spheres of work, there are more and more women who happily
and willingly work and still keep their jobs despite having the children they
nevertheless desire. But only a few of these women would be prepared to offer a life
of comfort not only to their children but also the children's fathers, supported by their
often substantial salaries; and fewer would
further be prepared, in case of a separation, to give up their home and offspring and
support the next admirer with what is left of her income. Also, men would not like it:
emancipation may be fine, but to be `kept' by a woman is still not acceptable -
housekeeping and raising children is not worthy of a `real' man.

Sadly women's manipulation of men is as topical today as it was back then, but so
are the measures which could be used to end it - to the benefit of both sexes. In the
meantime, however, there are already a few feminists who are talking also about
men as human beings, so the continuation of this discussion may not have to be
conducted quite so loudly.

Esther Vilar

THE SLAVE'S HAPPINESS

The lemon-colored MG skids across the road and the woman driver brings it to a
somewhat uncertain halt. She gets out and finds her left front tire flat. Without
wasting a moment she prepares to fix it: she looks towards the passing cars as if
expecting someone. Recognizing this standard international sign of woman in
distress ('weak female let down by male technology'), a station wagon draws up. The
driver sees what is wrong at a glance and says comfortingly, `Don't worry. We'll fix
that in a jiffy' To prove his determination, he asks for her jack. He does not ask if she
is capable of changing the tire herself because he knows - she is about thirty, smartly
dressed and made-up - that she is not. Since she cannot find a jack, he fetches his
own, together with his other tools. Five minutes later the job is done and the
punctured tire properly stowed. His hands are covered with grease. She offers him
an embroidered handkerchief, which he politely refuses. He has a rag for such
occasions in his tool box. The woman thanks him profusely, apologizing for her
`typically feminine' helplessness. She might have been there till dusk, she says, had
he not stopped. He makes no reply and, as she gets back into the car, gallantly shuts
the door for her. Through the wound-down window he advises her to have her tire
patched at once and she promises to get her garage man to see to it that very
evening. Then she drives off.

As the man collects his tools and goes back to his own car, he wishes he could wash
his hands. His shoes - he has been standing in the mud while changing the tire - are
not as clean as they should be (he is a salesman). What is more, he will have to
hurry to keep his next appointment. As he starts the engine he thinks, `Women!
One's more stupid than the next'. He wonders what she would have done if he had
not been there to help. He puts his foot on the accelerator and drives off - faster than
usual. There is the delay to make up. After a while he starts to hum to himself. In a
way, he is happy.

Almost any man would have behaved in the same manner - and so would most
women. Without thinking, simply because men are men and women so different from
them, a woman will make use of a man whenever there is an opportunity. What else
could the woman have done when her car broke down? She has been taught to get a
man to help. Thanks to his knowledge he was able to change the tire quickly - and at
no cost to herself. True, he ruined his clothes, put his business in jeopardy, and
endangered his own life by driving too fast afterwards. Had he found something else
wrong with her car, however, he would have repaired that, too. That is what his
knowledge of cars is for. Why should a woman learn to change a flat when the
opposite sex (half the world's population) is able and willing to do it for her?

Women let men work for them, think for them and take on their responsibilities - in
fact, they exploit them. Yet, since men are strong, intelligent and imaginative, while
women are weak, unimaginative, and stupid, why isn't it men who exploit women?

Could it be that strength, intelligence, and imagination are not prerequisites for power
but merely qualifications for slavery? Could it be that the world is not being ruled by
experts but by beings who are not fit for anything else - by women? And if this is so,
how do
women manage it so that their victims do not feel themselves cheated and
humiliated, but rather believe to be themselves what they are least of all - masters of
the universe? How do women manage to instil in men this sense of pride and
superiority that inspires them to ever greater achievements?

Why are women never unmasked?

WHAT IS MAN?

A man is a human being who works. By working, he supports himself, his wife, and
his wife's children. A woman, on the other hand, is a human being who does not work
- or at least only temporarily. Most of her life she supports neither herself nor her
children, let alone her husband.

Any qualities in a man that a woman finds useful, she calls masculine; all others, of
no use to her or to anyone else for that matter, she chooses to call efeminate. A
man's appearance has to be masculine if he wants to have success with women, and
that means it will have to be geared to his one and only raison d'etre - work. His
appearance must conform to each and every task put to him, and he must always be
able to fulfil it.

Except at night when the majority of men wear striped pajamas with at most two pairs
of pockets, men wear a kind of uniform made of durable, stain-resistant material in
brown, blue or gray These uniforms, or `suits,' have up to ten pockets, in which men
carry instruments and tools indispensable for their work. Since a woman does not
work, her night or day clothes rarely have pockets.

For social events men are permitted to wear black, a color that shows marks and
stains, since on those occasions men are less likely to dirty themselves. Moreover,
the bright colors worn by women show to advantage against it. The occasional red or
green evening jackets worn by men are acceptable, since, by contrast, all the real
men present seem so much more masculine.

The rest of a man's appearance is also adapted to his situation. His hair style
requires only fifteen minutes at the barber every two or three weeks. Curls, waves,
and tints are not encouraged as they might hinder his work. Men often work in the
open air or spend a considerable amount of time in it, hence complicated styles
would be a nuisance. Furthermore, it is improbable that such styles would make a hit
with women since, unlike men, they never judge the opposite sex from an aesthetic
point of view. So most men, after one or two attempts at individuality, realize that
women are indifferent to their efforts and revert to a standard style, short or long. The
same is true of beards. Only oversensitive men - usually ones with intellectual
pretensions - who want to appear mentally tough by letting their facial hair grow
indiscriminately wear a full beard for any length of time. It will be tolerated by women,
however, for a beard is an important indication of a man's character and therefore of
the way in which he might be most easily exploited. (His field of work will usually be
that of the neurotic intellectual.)

Generally a man uses an electric razor for about three minutes every morning to
keep his beard in check. For his skin, soap and water are considered good enough.
All that is required is cleanliness and an absence of make-up so that everyone can
see what he is like. As for his
fingernails, they should be as short as possible for work.

Apart from a wedding ring - worn to show that he is being used by a particular
woman for a particular purpose - a proper man wears no ornaments. His clumsy,
functional watch, worn on the wrist, is hardly decorative. Heavy in design, waterproof,
shock-resistant and showing the correct date, it cannot possibly be called an
ornament. Usually it was given to him by the woman for whom he works.

Shirts, underwear, and socks for real men are so standardized that their only
difference is one of size. They can be bought in any shop without difficulty or loss of
time. Only as far as ties are concerned is there any degree of freedom - and then a
man is usually so unused to choosing that he lets the woman buy them for him.

Anyone visiting this Earth from another planet would think it is each man's goal to
look as much like the next as possible. Yet, to fulfill woman's purposes, masculinity
and male usefulness vary to a considerable degree: necessarily, because women,
who hardly ever work, need men for everything.

There are men who carefully manoeuvre a large limousine out of the garage at eight
o'clock every morning. Others leave an hour earlier, traveling in a middle-class
sedan. Still others leave when it is not yet light, wearing overalls and carrying lunch
boxes, to catch buses, subways, or trains to factories or building sites. By a trick of
fate, it is always the latter, the poorest, who are exploited by the least attractive
women. For, unlike women (who have an eye for money), men notice only woman's
external appearance. Therefore, the more desirable women in their own class are
always being snatched away from under their noses by men who happen to earn
more.

No matter what a particular man does or how he spends his day, he has one thing in
common with all other men - he spends it in a degrading manner. And he himself
does not gain by it. It is not his own livelihood that matters: he would have to struggle
far less for that, since luxuries do not mean anything to him anyway it is the fact that
he does it for others that makes him so tremendously proud. He will undoubtedly
have a photograph of his wife and children on his desk, and will miss no opportunity
to hand it around.

No matter what a man's job may be - bookkeeper, doctor, bus driver, or managing
director - every moment of his life will be spent as a cog in a huge and pitiless
system - a system designed to exploit him to the utmost, to his dying day.

It may be interesting to add up figures and make them tally - but surely not year in,
year out? How exciting it must be to drive a bus through a busy town! But always the
same
route, at the same time, in the same town, day after day, year after year? What a
magnificent feeling of power to know that countless workers obey one's command!
But how would one feel if one suddenly realized one was their prisoner and not their
master?

We have long ceased to play the games of childhood. As children, we became bored
quickly and changed from one game to another. A man is like a child who is
condemned to play the
same game for the rest of his life. The reason is obvious: as soon as he is
discovered to have a gift for one thing, he is made to specialize. Then, because he
can earn more money in that field than another, he is forced to do it forever. If he was
good at maths in school, if he had a 'head for figures,' he will be sentenced to a
lifetime of figure work as bookkeeper, mathematician, or computer operator, for there
lies his maximum work potential. Therefore, he will add up figures, press buttons and
add up more figures, but he will never be able to say, `I'm bored. I want to do
something else!' The woman who is exploiting him will never permit him to look for
something else. Driven by this woman, he may engage in a desperate struggle
against competitors to improve his position, and perhaps even become head clerk or
managing director of a bank. But isn't the price he is paying for his improved salary
rather too high?

A man who changes his way of life, or rather his profession (for life and profession
are synonymous to him), is considered unreliable. If he does it more than once, he
becomes a social outcast and remains alone.

The fear of being rejected by society must be considerable. Why else will a doctor
(who as a child liked to observe tadpoles in jam jars) spend his life opening up
nauseating growths, examining and pronouncing on human excretions? Why else
does he busy himself night and day with people of such repulsiveness that everyone
else is driven away? Does a pianist who, as a child, liked to tinkle on the piano really
enjoy playing the same Chopin nocturne over and over again all his life? Why else
does a politician who as a schoolboy discovered the techniques of manipulating
people successfully continue as an adult, mouthing words and phrases as a minor
government functionary? Does he actually enjoy contorting his face and playing the
fool and listening to the idiotic chatter of other politicians? Surely he must once have
dreamed of a different kind of life. Even if he became President of the United States,
wouldn't the price be too high?

No, one can hardly assume men do all this for pleasure and without feeling a desire
for change. They do it because they have been manipulated into doing it: their whole
life is nothing but a series of conditioned reflexes, a series of animal acts. A man who
is no longer able to perform these acts, whose earning capacity is lessened, is
considered a failure. He stands to lose everything - wife, family, home, his whole
purpose in life - all the things, in fact, which give him security.

Of course one might say that a man who has lost his capacity for earning money is
automatically freed from his burden and should be glad about this happy ending - but
freedom is the last thing he wants. He functions, as we shall see, according to the
principle of pleasure in non freedom. To be sentenced to life-long freedom is a worse
fate than life-long slavery.

To put it another way: a man is always searching for someone or something to

enslave him, for only as a slave does he feel secure - and, as a rule, his choice falls
on a woman. Who or what is this creature who is responsible for his lowly existence
and who, moreover, exploits him in such a way that he only feels safe as her slave,
and her slave alone?
WHAT IS WOMAN?

A woman, as we have already said, is, in contrast to a man, a human being who
does not work. One might leave it at that, for there isn't much more to say about her,
were the basic concept of `human being' not so general and inexact in embracing
both `man' and `woman.'

Life offers the human being two choices: animal existence - a lower order of life - and
spiritual existence. In general, a woman will choose the former and opt for physical
well-being, a place to breed, and an opportunity to indulge unhindered in her
breeding habits.

At birth, men and women have the same intellectual potential; there is no primary
difference in intelligence between the sexes. It is also a fact that potential left to
stagnate will atrophy. Women do not use their mental capacity: they deliberately let it
disintegrate. After a few years of sporadic training, they revert to a state of
irreversible mental torpor.

Why do women not make use of their intellectual potential? For the simple reason
that they do not need to. It is not essential for their survival. Theoretically it is
possible for a beautiful woman to have less intelligence than a chimpanzee and still
be considered an acceptable member of society.

By the age of twelve at the latest, most women have decided to become prostitutes.
Or, to put it another way they have planned a future for themselves which consists of
choosing a man and letting him do all the work. In return for his support, they are
prepared to let him make use of their vagina at certain given intervals. The minute a
woman has made this
decision she ceases to develop her mind. She may, of course, go on to obtain
various degrees and diplomas. These increase her market value in the eyes of men,
for men believe that a woman who can recite things by heart must also know and
understand them. But any real possibility of communication between the sexes
ceases at this point. Their paths are divided forever.

One of man's worst mistakes, and one he makes over and over again, is to assume
that woman is his equal, that is, a human being of equal mental and emotional
capacity. A man may observe his wife, listen to her, judge her feelings by her
reactions, but in all this he is judging her only by outward symptoms, for he is using
his own scale of values.

He knows what he would say, think and do if he were in her shoes. When he looks at
her depressing ways of doing things, he assumes there must be something that
prevents her from doing what he himself would have done in her position. This is
natural, as he considers himself the measure of all things - and rightly so - if humans
define themselves as beings capable of abstract thought.

When a man sees a woman spending hours cooking, washing dishes and cleaning, it
never occurs to him that such jobs probably make her quite happy since they are
exactly at her mental level. Instead he assumes that this drudgery prevents her from
doing all those things which he himself considers worthwhile and desirable.
Therefore, he invents automatic
dishwashers, vacuum cleaners, and precooked foods to make her life easier and to
allow her to lead the dream life he himself longs for.
But he will be disappointed: rarely using the time she has gained to take an active
interest in history, politics or astrophysics, woman bakes cakes, irons underclothes
and makes ruffles and frills for blouses or, if she is especially enterprising, covers her
bathroom with flower decals. It is natural, therefore, that man assumes such things to
be the essential ingredients of gracious living. This idea must have been instilled by
woman, as he himself really doesn't mind if his cakes are store bought, his
underpants unironed, or his bathroom devoid of flowery patterns. He invents cake
mixes to liberate her from drudgery, automatic irons and toilet-paper holders already
covered with flower patterns to make gracious living easier to attain - and still women
take no interest in serious literature, politics, or the conquest of the universe. For her,
this newfound leisure comes just at the right moment. At last she can take in herself:
since a longing after intellectual achievements is alien to her, she concentrates on
her external appearance.

Yet even this occupation is acceptable to man. He really loves his wife and wants her
happiness more than anything in the world. Therefore he produces non-smear
lipstick, waterproof mascara, home permanents, no-iron frilly blouses and throwaway
underwear - always with the same aim in view. In the end, he hopes, this being
whose needs seem to him so much sensitive, so much more refined, will gain
freedom - freedom to achieve in her life the ideal state which is his dream: to live the
life of a free man.

Then he sits back and waits. Finally, as woman does not come to him of her own free
will, he tries to tempt her into his world. He offers her coeducation, so that she is
accustomed to his way of life from childhood. With all sorts of excuses, he gets her to
attend his universities and initiates her into the mysteries of his own discoveries,
hoping to awaken her interest in the wonders of life. He gives her access to the very
last male strongholds, thereby relinquishing traditions sacred to him by encouraging
her to make use of her right to vote in the hope she will change the systems of
government he has managed to think up so laboriously, according to her own ideas.
Possibly he even hopes that she will be able to create peace in the world - for, in his
opinion, women are a pacifist influence.

In all this he is so determined and pigheaded that he fails to see what a fool he is
making of himself - ridiculous by his own standards, not those of women, who have
absolutely no sense of humor.

No, women do not laugh at men. At most they get irritated. The old institutions of
house and home are not yet so obviously outdated and derelict that they can't justify
relinquishing all their intellectual pursuits and renouncing all their claims to better
jobs. One does wonder, however, what will happen when housework is still further
mechanized, when there are enough good nursery schools nearby, or when - as
must occur before long - men discover that children themselves are not essential.

If only man would stop for one moment in his heedless rush toward progress and
think about this state of affairs, he would inevitably realize that his efforts to give
woman a sense
of mental stimulation have been totally in vain. It is true that woman gets
progressively more elegant, more well-groomed, more `cultured,' but her demands
on life will always be material, never intellectual.

Has she ever made use of the mental processes he teaches at his universities to
develop her own theories? Does she do independent research in the institutes he
has thrown open to her? Someday it will dawn on man that woman does not read the
wonderful books with which he has filled his libraries. And though she may well
admire his marvelous works of art in museums, she herself will rarely create, only
copy. Even the plays and films, visual exhortations to woman on her own level to
liberate herself, are judged only by their entertainment value. They will never be a
first step to revolution.

When a man, believing woman his equal, realizes the futility of her way of life, he
naturally tends to think that it must be his fault, that he must be suppressing her. But
in our time women are no longer subject to the will of men. Quite the contrary. They
have been given every opportunity to win their independence and if, after all this
time, they have not liberated themselves and thrown off their shackles, we can only
arrive at one conclusion: there are no shackles to throw off.

It is true that men love women, but they also despise them. Anyone who gets up in
the morning fresh and ready to conquer new worlds (with infrequent success,
admittedly, because he has to earn a living) is bound to despise someone who
simply isn't interested in such pursuits. Contempt may even be one of the main
reasons for his efforts to further the mental development of a woman. He feels
ashamed of her and assumes that she, too, must be ashamed of herself So, being a
gentleman, he tries to help.

Men seem incapable of realizing that women entirely lack ambition, desire for
knowledge and need to prove themselves, all things which, to him, are a matter of
course. They allow men to live in a world apart because they do not want to join
them. Why should they? The sort of independence men have means nothing to
women, because women don't feel
dependent. They are not even embarrassed by the intellectual superiority of men
because they have no ambition in that direction.

There is one great advantage which women have over men: they have a choice - a
choice between the life of a man and the life of a dimwitted, parasitic luxury item.
There are too few women who would not select the latter. Men do not have this
choice.

If women really felt oppressed by men, they would have developed hate and fear for
them, as the oppressed always do, but women do not fear men, much less hate
them. If they really felt humiliated by men's mental superiority, they would have used
every means in their power to change the situation. If women really felt unfree,
surely, at such a favorable time in their history, they would have broken free of their
oppressors.

In Switzerland, one of the most highly developed countries of the world, where until
recently women were not allowed to vote, in a certain canton, it is reported, the
majority of women were against introducing the vote for women. The Swiss men
were shattered, for
they saw in this unworthy attitude yet another proof of centuries of male oppression.

How very wrong they were! Women feel anything but oppressed by men. On the
contrary, one of the many depressing truths about the relationship between the
sexes is simply that man hardly exists in a woman's world: Man is not even powerful
enough to revolt against. Woman's dependence on him is only material, of a
`physical' nature, something like a tourist's dependence on an airline, a café
proprietor's on his espresso machine, a car's on gasoline, or a television set's on
electric current. Such dependencies hardly involve agonizing.

Henrik Ibsen, who suffered from the same misapprehensions as other men, meant
his Doll's House to be a kind of manifesto for the freedom of women. The premiere in
1880 certainly shocked men, and they determined to fight harder to improve women's
position.
For women themselves, however, the struggle for emancipation as usual took shape
in a change of style: for a while they delighted in their often-laughed-at masquerade
as suffragettes.

Later on, the philosophy of Jean-Paul Sartre made a similarly profound impression
on women. As proof that they understood it completely, they let their hair grow down
to their waists and wore black pullovers and trousers.

Even the teachings of the Chinese Communist leader Mao Zedong were a success -
the Mao look lasted for a whole season.

A WOMAN'S HORIZON

Whatever men set about to impress women with, counts for nothing in the world of
women. Only another woman is of importance in her world.

Of course, a woman will always be pleased if a man turns to look at her - and if he is
well dressed or drives an expensive sports car, so much the better. Her pleasure
may be compared to that of a shareholder who finds that his stocks have risen. It will
be a matter of complete indifference to a woman if he is attractive or looks intelligent.
A shareholder is hardly likely to notice the color of his dividend checks.

But if another woman should turn to look - a rare occurrence, for her own judgment is
infinitely more remorseless than that of a man - her day is made. She has achieved
the impossible - the recognition, admiration, and `love' of other women.

Yes, only women exist in a woman's world. The women she meets at church, at
parent-teacher meetings, or in the supermarket; the women with whom she chats
over the garden fence; the women at parties or window-shopping in the more
fashionable streets; those she apparently never seems to notice - these women are
the measure of her success or failure. Women's standards correspond to those in
other women's heads, not to those in the heads of men; it is their judgment that really
counts, not that of men. A simple word of praise from another woman - and all those
clumsy, inadequate male compliments fall by the wayside, for they are just praises
out of the mouths of amateurs. Men really have no idea in what kind of world women
live in; their hymns of praise miss all the vital points.

Of course woman wants to please man as well: don't let us forget, after all, that he
provides the material means. But that is much more easily done. Men have been
conditioned to react to a certain degree of differentiation: they expect women to
conform to certain types of sex symbols created by make-up and other standard
trappings: long hair, painted lips, tight-
fitting sweaters, miniskirts, sheer stockings, high heels - all done in a moment.

It is those living works of art which are beyond man's comprehension - those
creatures walking the fashionable streets of Paris, Rome, and New York. The skill of
eyeliner and shadow expertly applied; the choice of lipstick and its application, with
or without lipbrush, in several layers or only in one; the compromise to be achieved
between the pros and cons of false eyelashes, the matching of a dress, a stole, or a
coat with the lighting - all this is an art requiring expert knowledge of which man has
no conception. A man lacks any kind of appreciation for this. He has not learnt to
interpret the extent of female masquerades and he cannot possibly evaluate these
walking works of art. To achieve perfection in such skill needs time, money, and an
infinitely limited mind - all these requirements are met by women.

In fact, when a woman dresses, she considers a man to a slight extent - the extent
necessary to hold him and to encourage him to provide (in the widest sense) for her.
Every other
investment is aimed at other women. Man has importance only as the provider.

If a firm wants to get hold of a specialist in some field, it will flatter and entice him in
every possible way until he weakens. Once the contract is signed, his employers can
relax. Their leverage over him continues to increase. A woman behaves in much the
same way with a man. She gives her man just enough rope to ensure his preferring
life by her side to breaking his contract with her.

A woman may, in fact, be compared to a firm in a number of ways. After all, a firm is
only an impersonal system aimed at achieving a maximum profit. And what else does
a woman do? Without any emotion - love, hate, or malice - she is bound to the man
who works for her. Feelings become involved only if he threatens to leave her. Then
her livelihood is at stake. As this is a rational reaction with a rational cause, it can be
rationally dealt with and adjusted to. She can always place another man under
contract. How different is her reaction from those of a man who finds himself in a
similar position. He is racked by jealousy, humiliation and self-pity - but she is
emotionless.

A woman would hardly ever feel jealous in such a situation, since the man is leaving
her only for another woman and not in order to be free. In her eyes he is not
improving his position in any way. The adventure of a man's love for a new woman is
nothing more than a nuisance. She is seeing it all from the angle of the entrepreneur
who loses his best worker to a competitor. As far as a woman is concerned, the
heartache involved is nothing more than a reaction to letting good business go
elsewhere.

Consequently, it is quite absurd for any man to think his wife is being faithful merely
because she does not go off with other men - men who, in his eyes, are more
attractive. Provided he is working hard and is supplying all the things that really
matter to her, why should she? A woman's faithfulness has nothing in common with
that of a man. Women are, in contrast to men, practically immune to the looks of the
opposite sex. If a woman flirts with her husband's best friend, her intention is to
annoy his wife, whose feelings do matter, unlike those of her own husband. If she felt
deeply about the man in question, she would never show her emotions in public.

In pluralistic sex practices such as wife-swapping, which has now taken over from
flirtation as a pastime, it is the other wife who is the object of attack. History is full of
anecdotes about male potentates enjoying themselves with many mistresses at the
same time, but there are few such stories about female potentates. A woman would
be bored to tears with an all-male harem. This has always been the case and will
remain so.

If women reacted to a man's external appearance, every current advertisement

scheme would be useless. According to statistics, it is the female sector of the
population who spends the most money - money men earn for them. Manufacturers
do not attempt to stimulate sales by advertisements displaying handsome he-men.
On the contrary. No matter what they want to sell - package holidays, detergents,
cars, bedroom suites, television sets - each advertisement flaunts a beautiful woman.
Only very recently have film producers realized that a handsome hero is not essential
to the success of a film. Women are quite content with an ugly star - Jean-Paul
Belmondo, Walter Matthau, or Dustin Hoffman. And naturally men prefer them. With
their sense of physical inferiority clue to the fact that they only very rarely consider
themselves beautiful, they find it far easier to identify with an ugly star. As long as
there is a beautiful female lead, a film with an ugly male star will he enjoyed by
women as much as a movie starring Rock Hudson. For, in reality, they are interested
only in the women in the film.

The reason men have remained blind to facts like these for such a long time is that
they have been misled by the attacks women make on each other. When they hear a
woman make derogatory remarks about another - her nose is too big, chest too flat,
hips too wide, legs crooked - men, of course, assume that they can't stand each
other or that women are not attracted by another woman's beauty.

Yet how wrong they are. Any businessman, for example, who spends his life praising
his competitors in front of his employees would be thought quite mad. Before long,
half his best workers would have moved to the other firm. It is the same game that
politicians play. Of course they have to blacken each other's names, but if Nixon got
stranded on a desert island, he would surely prefer the company of Kosygin or
Castro to the much praised man-in-the-street who only elected him. After all, they
have very little in common.

If women were free of financial cares, the majority of them would probably prefer to
spend their lives in the company of other women rather than with men - and not
because they are all lesbians. What men call lesbian tendencies probably have little
to do with a woman's sexual drive. No - the sexes have almost no interests in
common. What, besides money, can bind a woman to a man?

Women make ideal living companions for each other. Their feelings and instincts are
retarded at the same primitive level and there are almost no individualistic or
eccentric women. It isn't difficult to imagine the paradise they would create together
and how exciting their existence would be, even if the intellectual level was
appallingly low. But who would worry about it?

THE FAIR SEX

To someone from outer space surely men would appear infinitely more worthy of
admiration than women, for man has intelligence as well as beauty. Throughout the
centuries man's standard of values must have become sadly confused, otherwise
women would never have been called the fair sex. The mere fact that they are so
much less intelligent than men is enough to contradict such a conception, for a stupid
person can never be thought of as beautiful unless judged on the purely physical
level. But it should be emphasized that the fault lies with man himself, who valued
women according to standards by which people and animals are on the same level. If
he had not done so, women would hardly fit into the group Homo sapiens.

A man needs a woman because, as we shall see, he needs something to which he

may subject himself. But at the same time he must retain his self-respect. This leads
him to endow woman with qualities which will justify his subjection. As woman has
never yet made any attempt to use her wits, he cannot call her intelligent, but he gets
close to it by creating the concept of `woman's intuition.' So, in the absence of any
other real qualities, he calls her beautiful.

Aesthetic standards are necessarily subjective and each aesthetic judgment one
makes is an act of personal choice. But subjectivity easily turns into an excuse, and
man is only too pleased to allow himself to become a slave. A man assumes that,
since woman adorns herself with the obvious intention of drawing all eyes toward
her, she must have some reason for her action. So man finds woman beautiful
because she thinks she is beautiful. Indeed, he is very grateful for being allowed to
share this opinion.

But this feminine claim to beauty is also supported by subterfuge, by a trick.

Woman's greatest ideal is a life without work or responsibility - yet who leads such a
life but a child? A child with appealing eyes, a funny little body with dimples and
sweet layers of baby fat and clear, taut skin - that darling miniature of an adult. It is a
child that woman imitates - its easy laugh, its helplessness, its need for protection. A
child must be cared for; it cannot look after itself And what species does not, by
natural instinct, look after its offspring? It must - or the species will die out.

With the aid of skilfully applied cosmetics, designed to preserve that precious baby
look; with the aid of helpless, appealing babble and exclamations such as `Ooh' and
Ah' to denote astonishment, surprise, and admiration; with inane little bursts of
conversation, women have preserved this `baby look' for as long as possible so as to
make the world continue to believe in the darling, sweet little girl she once was, and
she relies on the protective instinct in man to make him take care of her.

As with everything a woman undertakes on her own initiative, this whole maneuvre is
as incredible as it is stupid. It is amazing, in fact, that it succeeds. It would appear
very shortsighted to encourage such an ideal of beauty. For how can any woman
hope to maintain it beyond the age of twenty-five? Despite every trick of the
cosmetics industry, despite magazine advice against thinking or laughing (both tend
to create wrinkles), her actual age will inevitably show'- through in the end. And what
on earth is a man to do with a grown-up face when he has been manipulated into
considering only helpless, appealing little girls to be creatures of beauty?

What is a men to do with a woman when the smooth curves have become flabby
tires of flesh, the skin slack and pallid, when the childish tones have grown shrill and
the laughter sounds like neighing? What is to become of this shrew when her face no
longer atones for her ceaseless inanities and when the cries of `Ooh' and Ah' begin
to drive him out of his mind? This mummified `child' will never fire a man's erotic
fantasy again. One might think her power broken at last.

But no, she still manages to get her own way - and for two reasons. The first is
obvious: she now has children, who enable her to continue feigning helplessness. As
for the second - there are simply not enough young women to go around.

It is a safe bet that, given the choice, man would trade in his grown-up child-wife for a
younger model, but, as the ratio between the sexes is roughly equal, not every man
can have a younger woman. And as he has to have a wife of some sort. he prefers to
keep the one he already possesses.

This is easy to prove. Given the choice, a man will always choose a younger woman.
Elizabeth Taylor and Marilyn Monroe were passé the moment their wrinkles could no
longer be hidden by layers of make-up and, therefore, when a man went to the
cinema, he simply bought a ticket to see a younger star. Anyone who can afford it is
not restricted in this respect to buying seats at cinemas. Financiers and show-
business tycoons make a habit of turning in their used wives for newer models, and,
since alimony is fairly good, not even the old wife seems to mind; in fact, she is
probably very glad to have made such a good deal.

But this is a luxury for the rich alone. If a poor man decides, in a moment of euphoric
irresponsibility, to change over to a younger woman, he can be sure of losing her
pretty quickly. His money will never stretch to two wives and two sets of children, for
the second wife will certainly insist on having offspring as well. And if an attractive
young woman has a choice, she will choose a young man every time, providing he is
financially secure. This is not, of course, for aesthetic reasons. With any luck, he will
be able to provide for her longer. On the other hand, if offered a rich man of forty, a
woman will certainly prefer him to a poor young man of twenty. Women certainly
know what they want from men and know exactly on which side their bread is
buttered.

It is lucky for the adult woman that men do not consider themselves beautiful, since
most men are beautiful. Their smooth bodies, kept trim by hard work, their strong
shoulders, their muscular legs, their melodic voices, their warm, human laughter, the
intelligent expression of their faces and their calibrated, meaningful movements
overshadow those of women completely, even in a purely animal sense. And since
they, unlike women, work and their bodies are therefore preserved for continued
future use, men also retain their beauty longer. As a result of their inertia, women's
bodies rapidly decay and, after the age of fifty, they are nothing but indifferent heaps
of human cells, (One has only to observe a fifty-year-old housewife on the street and
compare her appearance with that of a man of the same age.)

Men are not aware of their own beauty and no one mentions it. There is so much
rubbish written and talked about the charm of women. Even children and animals are
considered graceful, adorable and delightful - but never a man. Men are at best
praised for their steadfastness, courage, reliability - all qualities useful to women,
having nothing to do with physical appearance. It would be difficult to find a
description of the male body except in a medical textbook. And outside of these, who
would ever dream of going into great detail about the exact shape of his lips, the
precise shade of his eyes in a special kind of light? And as for the delicacy of his
nipples or the pleasing shape of his scrotum and his testicles - just imagine a man's
amazement and amusement if they were the subject of hymns of praise.

Men are not used to having their looks discussed. Grown women, as a rule ugly
creatures, have time and opportunity to admire men, but rarely see them. It is not that
a woman is mean or envious; it is that she thinks of him as a machine - a machine for
the production of material goods. And who regards a machine as an object of
beauty? It is something that functions, and men judge themselves similarly. They are
far too worn out by their role as providers and by the eternal rat race to think of being
objective about their own looks.

All this is a pointless discussion anyway, for basically men are not interested in the
possibility of being beautiful. What point would that give to their labors? Women must
be the ones who are beautiful, helpless, adorable - they must be, in fact, lacking a
more precise definition, `the fair sex.'

THE UNIVERSE IS MALE

Man, unlike woman, is beautiful, because man, unlike woman, is a thinking creature.

This means:

Man has a thirst for knowledge (he wants to know what the world around him looks
like and how it functions).
Man thinks (he draws conclusions from the data he encounters).
Man is creative (he makes something new out of the information achieved by the
above processes).
Man is sensitive (as a result of his exceptionally wide, multidimensional emotional
scale, he not only registers the commonplace in fine gradations but he creates and
discovers new emotional values and makes them accessible to others through
sensible descriptions, or recreates them as an artist).

Of all the qualities of man, his curiosity is certainly the most impressive. This curiosity
differs basically from that of woman.

A woman takes interest only in subjects that have an immediate personal usefulness
to her. For example, if she reads a political article in the newspaper, it is highly likely
that she wants to cast a spell on some political-science student, not that she cares
about the fate of the Chinese, Israelis, or South Africans. If she looks up the names
of some Greek philosophers in the dictionary, it does not mean she has suddenly
taken an interest in Greek philosophy. It means she is trying to solve a crossword
puzzle. If she is studying the advertisements for a new car, she is not doing it with a
platonic interest in its technical features, but because she wants to own it.

It is a fact that most women - mothers included - generally have no idea how the
human fetus is formed, how it develops in the womb, or what stages it passes
through before birth. Of course it is entirely unnecessary for her to know about these
things, since they cannot influence the development of the embryo anyway. It is only
important to know that a pregnancy lasts nine months and that for the duration one
must take care of oneself and, in case of complications, immediately consults one's
doctor, who will, of course, restore everything to order.

Man's curiosity is something quite different. His desire for knowledge has no personal
implications, is purely objective and, in the long run, is much more practical than a
woman's attitude.

One has only to watch a man go past a building site where a newly developed
machine is being used, for example a new kind of dredger. There is hardly a man -
regardless of social status - who will pass by without a glance. Many will stop to have
a good look and to discuss the characteristics of the new machine, its advantages
and disadvantages, and its differences from previous models.

A woman would never think of stopping at a building site unless, of course, the crowd
was so big that she thought she might miss something exciting ('Construction Worker
Crushed by Bulldozer'). In that case she would demand to know all the details and
then look the other way.

Man's curiosity is universal. There is almost nothing that does not interest him,
whether it is politics, botany, nuclear physics, or God knows what. Even subjects out
of his province hold his interest, such as bottling fruit, preparing cake mix, or caring
for a baby And a man could not be pregnant for months without knowing all the
functions of the placenta and ovaries in detail.

Men not only observe the world around them, it is in their nature to make
comparisons and to apply the knowledge they have gained elsewhere with the
ultimate aim to transform this newfound knowledge into something else, something
new.

One need not emphasize the fact that practically all inventions and discoveries in this
world have been made by men, and not only in the fields of electricity, aerodynamics,
gynecology, cybernetics, mathematics, quantum mechanics, hydraulics, and the
origin of the species. In addition, men have devised the principles of child psychology
and infant nutrition, as well as pasteurization and other means of preserving food.
Even the changes in women's fashions or other such trivial matters as the creation of
new menus and palatal nuances are traditionally the province of men. If one wishes
to have an unusual culinary treat, generally one will not find it at home but at a
restaurant, where, of course, the chef is male. A woman's sense of taste is so
blunted and deadened by the repetitive preparation of unimaginative, run-of-the-mill,
tasteless, everyday cooking that, even if she wanted to try out new foods, she would
not be capable of it. There is no female gourmet; women are good for almost
nothing.

With his many gifts man would appear to be ideally suited, both mentally and
physical, to lead a life both fulfilled and free. Instead he chooses to become a slave,
placing his many discoveries at the service of those who are incapable of creation
themselves - at the service of `mankind', man's own synonym for women, and of the
children of these women.

How paradoxical that this very sex, which is capable of leading a life as nearly
perfect as possible, is prepared to give it up, to offer it all to the female sex, which is
not interested in such perfection. We have grown so accustomed to the blunted
mechanism of one-sided exploitation of one group of human beings by a parasitic
clique that all our moral values have become completely perverted.

Without really giving the matter any thought, we consider the male sex as a kind of
Sisyphus: he has come into the world to learn, to work and to father children: his
sons, in their turn, will learn to work, and produce children, and so it will continue
forever; it has become almost impossible to think why else men should be here.

If a young man gets married, and starts a family and spends the rest of hise life
working at a soul-destroying job, he is held up as an example of virtue and
responsibility. The other type of man, living only for himself, working only for himself,
doing first one thing and then another simply because he enjoys it and because he
has to keep only himself, sleeping where and when he wants, and facing woman
when he meets her on equal terms and not as one of a million slaves, is rejected by
society The free, unshackled man has no place in its midst.

How depressing it is to see men, year after year, betraying all that they were born to
do. New worlds could he discovered, worlds one hardly dares even to dream of could
be opened by the minds, strength, and intelligence of men. Things to make life fuller
and richer - their own life, that is, of which women are ignorant - and more worthwhile
could be developed: all these things could be done by men. Instead, they forsake all
these tremendous potentials and permit their minds and their bodies to be shunted
onto sidings to serve the repulsively primitive needs of women. Man has the key to
every mystery of the universe in his hand, but he ignores it, he lowers himself to the
level of woman and insinuates himself into her favor.

With his mind, his strength, and his imagination, all intended for the creation of new
worlds, he opts instead for the preservation and improvement of the old. And if he
happens to invent something new, he needs to prefix it with the excuse that it will one
day be useful to `all mankind,' i.e., to women. He apologizes for his achievements,
for making space flights instead of providing more comforts for his wife and children.
The most tiresome aspect of technological advances is having to translate them for
television adverts into female language composed of children's prattle and sweet
love talk. Man is begging woman to be patient with him and his discoveries, or at
least to buy them. Women's proven lack of imagination makes clear that they have
no a priori need for new inventions. If they did, they would invent things more often
themselves.

We are so accustomed to men doing everything with women in view that anything
else seems unthinkable. For example, couldn't composers create something apart
from love (dependency) songs? Couldn't writers give up their romantic novels and
love (dependency) poems and try to write literature? Can painters only produce
nudes and profiles of women, abstract or realistic? Why can't we have something
new after all this time, something we have never seen before?

It should really be possible for scientists to forget dedicating their works to their
wives; anyhow, they will never, never be able to understand them. When will the time
come when experimental films have no longer to be weighted down by sexy female
bodies, when news reports on space travel do not need to be encumbered with
interviews of peroxided astronauts' wives? Even the astronauts themselves might
stop having schmaltzy love (dependency) songs played to them during their
interplanetary travels.

We have absolutely no idea what the world would be like if men really used their
intelligence and imagination instead of wasting it. Inventing pressure cookers that
cook faster, wall-to-wall carpeting that is more stain-resistant, detergents that wash
whiter and lipsticks that are more water-resistant is a waste of time. Instead of
producing children who will in turn produce children, thus pushing the enjoyment of
life, still further out of their own reach, they should try living themselves. Instead of
probing the depth of woman's 'mysterious' psyche - 'mysterious' Only because there
is nothing behind it - they, should study their own psyche. perhaps even that of
creatures possibly inhabiting other planets, and think of new ways and means of
establishing contact with them. Instead of inventing ever more deadly weapons to
fight wars destined only to defend private property, i.e., women's, they should be
developing ever more efficient methods of space travel - travel which would tell us
more about worlds we never dreamt of.

Unfortunately; men who are capable and willing to work and think in every other field
of research have declared everything concerning woman taboo. What is worse is that
this taboo has always been so effective that it is no longer recognized as such.
Without thinking, men fight women's wars, father women's children and construct
women's towns. Women just sit back getting lazier, dumber and more demanding -
and, at the same time, richer. A primitive but effective system of insurance policies -
policies for marriage, divorce, inheritance, widowhood, old age and life – ensures this
increasing wealth. For example, in the US half of the total private capital is in the
hands of women. Yet the number of working women has constantly decreased over
the last decades. The situation is not much different in industrial Europe. At this time
women already have complete psychological control over men. It won't be long
before they have material control as well.

Men seem to be quite unaware of these facts and go on finding happiness in their
own subjugation. There could he justification for their attitude only if women really
were the charming, gracious creatures men believe them to be: fairy princesses,
angels from another world, too good for men themselves and for this earthly
existence.

It is quite incredible that men, whose desire for knowledge knows no bounds in every
other field, are really totally blind to these facts, that they are incapable of seeing
women as they really are: with nothing else to offer but a vagina, two breasts and
some punch cards programed with idle, stereotyped chatter; that they are nothing
more than conglomerations of matter, lumps of stuffed human skin pretending to he
thinking human beings.

If men would only stop for a moment in their blind productivity and think, they could
easily tear the masks off these creatures with their tinkling bracelets, frilly blouses
and gold-leather sandals. Surely it would take them only a couple of days,
considering their own intelligence, imagination, and determination, to construct a
machine, a kind of human female robot to take the place of woman. For there is
nothing original in her - neither inside nor out - which could not be replaced. Why are
men so afraid to face the truth?

HER STUPIDITY MAKES WOMAN DIVINE

Only the oppressed have any real need of freedom. Yet as soon as they are free -
and providing they have the intelligence to weigh their freedom against the possible
consequences - this need changes. The former longing for freedom reverts to a
sense of fear accompanied by an intense longing to be tied and secure.

In the first years of life man is never free. He is hemmed in by adult rules and, having
no experience of social conduct to guide him, he is entirely dependent on them. As a
result he develops an acute desire for freedom and feels a desperate need to escape
from his prison at the first opportunity.

Once a human being is free, if it happens to be rather stupid (and women are stupid)
it will be quite happy with its freedom and try to retain it. As the unintelligent human
being is incapable of abstract thought, it will never feel the need to leave its familiar
terrain and consequently will never fear that its very existence might he threatened. It
is not afraid of death because it cannot imagine it. There is no need to find a
meaning or reason for life: its desires are fulfilled in its own personal comforts and
these provide reason enough for living. Even the need for religion is comparatively
unknown to a person of low intelligence and, if it does arise, it is very easily satisfied.
A stupid person has an infinite capacity for self-adoration. If a woman chooses to
believe in God, it is for one reason only: she wants to go to heaven. And what, after
all, is the dear Lord but yet another man who will arrange things for her?

The situation of the intelligent person, i.e., a man, is very different. At first he
welcomes his newfound freedom with a sense of relief, drunk with the vision and
perspective of life before him. But the moment he puts this freedom to the test, that
is, as soon as he wants to commit a given act which might send him in a given
direction, he gets scared: since he is capable of abstract thought, he knows that each
of his acts has a series of possible consequences, not all of which can be predicted.
If he decides to act of his own free will, the responsibility will be his alone.

At that moment, man would be delighted to cease all activity; but because he is a
man and it is man's destiny to act, he begins to long for the rules of his childhood, to
long for someone who will tell him what to do, to give meaning to his now
meaningless actions. These actions are meaningless because they serve his
comfort, but what does he serve? At this point he will search for a new deity, one to
take the place of his mother, the deity of his childhood. The moment he finds her, he
becomes her abject slave.

Given the choice, of course, man would prefer a deity that is strong, just, wise and
omniscient - rather like the God of Christians, Jews, and Mohammedans. But as he
is an intelligent being, he knows that such a deity cannot exist, that every adult is, by
definition, his own personal deity who must make his own rules. Every adult, i.e.,
every man, must satisfy his craving for non-freedom, a regression to a sort of
infantile dependency which gives him pleasure and he can do this only by imposing
rules (deities) on himself, which he then sets out to fabricate.

When man creates rules he unconsciously compares experiences with other men.
Finding something in common with them, he derives generalizations. These `rules'
become laws for future `reasonable' conduct (in other words, beneficial to someone
other than himself), to which he voluntarily subjects himself The systems thus
created grow collectively and individually more and more and soon they are so
complex that the individual can no longer oversee them: they achieve autonomy and
become `divine.' One can only believe in these laws - just as an inexperienced child
must believe in the partly senseless, partly sensible rules of its parents. To trespass
carries the threat of exclusion from society and loss of security. Marxism, brotherly
love, racism, and nationalism all evolved in this way. A man whose personal need for
religion is satisfied by such larger systems will be relatively safe from subjection to
the rule of an individual (woman).

The majority of men prefer to subjugate themselves to an exclusive deity, woman

(they call this subjection love). This sort of personal deity has excellent qualifications
for the satisfaction of religious needs. Woman is ever-present, and, given her own
lack of religious need, she is divine. As she continuously makes demands, man
never feels forsaken. She frees him from collective gods, for whose favors he would
have to compete with others. He trusts in her because she resembles his mother, the
deity of his childhood. His empty life is given an artificial meaning, for his every action
is dedicated to her comfort and, later, to the comfort of her children. As a goddess,
she can not only punish (by taking away his sense of belonging) but she can reward
as well (through the bestowal of sexual pleasure).

The most important requirements for woman's divinity are, however, her propensity
to masquerade and her stupidity. A system must either overwhelm its believers with
its greatly superior wisdom or confuse them with its incomprehensibility As the first
possibility is unavailable to women, they take advantage of the second. Their
masquerade causes them to appear strange and mysterious to men; their stupidity
makes them inaccessible to scrutiny. While intelligence shows itself in actions that
are reasonable and logical, hence permits measurement, predictability, and control,
stupidity shows itself in actions that are completely unreasonable, unpredictable and
uncontrollable. Women are protected by a screen of pomp, mummery, and
mystification as much as any Pope or dictator: they cannot be unmasked and will
increase their power unhindered, gaining strength as they go. In return man is
guaranteed, in the long term, a divinity in which he can deeply believe.

BREAKING THEM IN

To ensure that the happiness of man in subjugation is brought about by a woman

and not by other men or some sort of animal, or even by one of the above-mentioned
social systems, a series of training exercises are built into man's life, beginning at a
very early age. It is fortunate for woman that the male infant is under her close
jurisdiction as it is easiest to train him then. And by the natural process of selection,
the very women who are best suited to training men are the ones who reproduce
themselves; the others are incapable of reproducing themselves anyway.

The mere fact that a man is accustomed from his earliest years to have women
around, to find their presence `normal,' their absence `abnormal,' tends to make him
dependent on women in later life. But this dependency would not be serious, for a life
without women would in that case mean nothing more than a change of scenery, just
as someone born in the mountains might go and live in the plains: although he might
long nostalgically for his mountain home, he is unlikely to go back. Other things
become more important in his life.

It would hardly be in the best interests of women if they only inspired in men a vague
romantic nostalgia, felt only on Sundays or when away from home, having no direct
consequences. She takes care that man is directly trained for a particular purpose:
he must work and put the fruits of his labor at her disposal. Woman has had this aim
in view throughout the upbringing of her child and she engenders in him a series of
conditioned reflexes which cause him to produce everything to satisfy her material
needs. She does this by manipulating him from his first year of life. Consequently, by
the time his education is complete, man will judge his own value by woman's
estimation of his usefulness. He will be happy only when he has won her praise and
produced something of value to her.

One might well say that woman becomes a kind of value scale. At any given
moment, a man can refer back to it and judge the value or futility of his actions. If he
spends any time on something which has no value in terms of this chart, football, for
example, he will do his best to compensate quickly for this minus point by increasing
his activity on the plus side of the scale - which explains why women do not object
too strongly to football or other types of spectator sports.

One of the most useful factors in the conditioning of a man is praise. Its effect is
better and much more lasting than say, sex, as it may be continued throughout a
man's life. Furthermore, if praise is applied in the correct dosage, a woman will never
need to scold. Any man who is accustomed to a conditional dosage of praise will
interpret its absence as displeasure.

Training by means of praise has the following advantages: it makes the object of
praise dependent (for praise to be worth something, it has to come from a higher
source, thus the object of praise lifts the praise-giver to a superior level); it creates an
addict (without praise, he soon no longer knows whether or not he is worth
something and forgets the ability to identify with himself); it increases his productivity
(praise is most effectively meted out not for the same achievements, but for
increasingly higher ones).

The moment a male child has been rewarded by a warm smile and by the customary
inane kind of encouraging adult baby talk for using his pot and not wetting his bed, or
for drinking the last drop in his bottle, he is caught up in a vicious circle. He will
repeat the actions which called forth praise and endearments and, if at any time
recognition is not granted, he will do everything in his power to regain it. The
happiness he feels when praise is restored will already have assumed the
proportions of an addiction.

During the first two years of life, a mother does not discriminate between boys and
girls. The female infant is submitted to the same form of manipulation until the
principles of hygiene are absorbed, but from that moment on, the education of the
two sexes follows very different paths. The older the girl grows, the more highly
conditioned she becomes in the art of exploiting others, while a boy is increasingly
manipulated into becoming an object of exploitation.

Toys play an important part in this early manipulation. The mother will first stimulate
the playfulness of her children, and then she will exploit it. The girl child will be given
dolls with all the necessary paraphernalia - prams, dolls' beds, and miniature tea-
sets. The boy will be given everything a girl never has - Meccano sets, electric trains,
miniature race cars, and airplanes. Thus the girl is conditioned right from the start to
identify with her mother, to fit herself into the role of woman. Dolls are praised or
scolded as mother praises and scolds. It is child's play to her to absorb the principles
of leadership; a girl's education, like a boy's, is based on praise, meted out to her,
however, only when she identifies with the female role, so that she will never want to
be anything hut `feminine.' The standard set of values will inevitably be woman's
forever, since only women can judge how good their own role is (men are taught that
woman's role is inferior; hence there is no cause to praise women).

A male child is constantly praised for everything, except for playing with miniature
humans. He builds model dams, bridges, and canals, takes toy cars apart to see how
they work, shoots toy pistols, and practices on a small scale all the things he will
need later in life when he is providing for a woman. By the time he reaches school
age, the average boy is already well versed in the basic principles of mechanics,
biology, and electrical engineering, all learned from personal experience. He can
build wooden huts and defend them in make-believe wars. The more initiative he
shows, the more he is praised. Woman wants him to develop to the point where he
knows more than she does. His knowledge must be superior to hers in everything
concerning work, for woman cannot survive without man.

For woman, man is really a kind of machine, if rather an unusual one. Her ideal, if
she could define it, would be a robot capable of thought, of programming itself, of
continuing to develop and produce an ideal set of functions to meet each new
situation. (Scientists, too, are working on the development of such robots, who will
work for them, make decisions for them, think for them, and put the results of their
labor at their disposal; but these robots will he constructed from non-living matter.)

Long before man is in a position to choose his own way of life, he will have formed
the
necessary addiction to praise. He will be happy only when his work brings him praise
,and, because he is an addict, his need will increase-and with it the type of
achievement so much praised by his woman. This male need could, of course, be
satisfied by another man, but as each man is working feverishly in the interest of his
own addiction, he has no time to help others. Indeed man exists, as it were, in a state
of constant antagonistic competition with other men. It is one of the reasons why he
loses no time in getting his own private panegyrist, one whose praise will be his
exclusive right, someone who will always be at home waiting to tell him when he has
been good and just how good he has been. It is apparently only by chance that
woman is best suited to this role: but in fact, she has been preparing all her life for it,
waiting to assume it.

It is rare for a man, a successful artist or scientist for instance, to be able to conquer
his addiction to the extent that he is satisfied by another man's praise. If he does, it is
really only women he has managed to escape - never the craving itself. Once a
particular field of work has brought a man success and financial security, it is rare for
him to test his abilities in another sphere, attempting to satisfy his curiosity. His
supply of praise may be dangerously reduced. Like Miro with his dots-and-lines
technique, Johann Strauss with his waltzes, and Tennessee Williams with his plays
about psychotic women, he will stick firmly to his successful technique. The risk of
attempting to be the measure of his own success is too great for him to take.

One is even tempted to think that there can be nothing very positive about an artist's
personal style. Take a man like Samuel Beckett. For twenty years he has produced a
series of Godot replicas - and surely not for pleasure. After all, he is an intelligent
man. He avoids risk the way an alcoholic avoids a cure. Yet if only he could free
himself from his conditioned behavior, he would probably do something quite
different. Perhaps he might design planes - the reliable construction of his plays hints
at a scientific talent - or grow rare plants. He might even, perhaps, just once, write a
comedy. Surely so much success is bound to drive away the depths of despair. It
might even turn out to he a success with the public. But no, the risk is too great for a
carefully manipulated man. Better go on writing plays about the absurdity of the vital
instinct - then, at least, he can be certain of praise.

MANIPULATION BY MEANS OF SELF-ABASEMENT

A critical man might well say that women have no self-respect. If they had, they
would never admit the incredible extent of their ignorance as happily as they do. How
easily man forgets that his own standards of honor, pride, and dignity are all instilled
in him by women and that the very masculinity of which he is so proud is but a sign of
successful manipulation. No credit goes to him at all.

Any psychology textbook will tell us that a child's ability to achieve something is best
enhanced by giving that child self-confidence. This, however, is not something he
can acquire by himself. He is born into a society on which he is dependent for
everything, a society in which his own powers are insufficient to get what he wants
unaided. So, as a woman's first interest lies in creating an adult capable not only of
providing for himself, but for others as well, it is of utmost importance to instill self-
confidence in this youth. She starts by minimizing the dangers of life - insofar as she
herself is aware of them. She closes his eyes to the possibility of death, or promises
him eternal life as a reward for being good - good, that is, by her standards. She tries
as hard as she can to give him a sense of imbecile optimism that will best prepare
him for her manipulation - and for life in general.

As we have already seen, praise is one of the best ways of inducing self-confidence -
and of enhancing productivity There is another method which is as effective: self-
abasement on the part of the woman.

If a woman were not superior to her child, at least in the early stages of his
development, the human race would cease to exist. A good mother will take the
greatest care, however, never to let this fact impede her child's development. She
does not want to turn the tables on herself and keep the boy tied to her apron strings
for longer than necessary As soon as possible she will try to give a male child a
sense of superiority toward herself - a kind of advance against achievements to
come. This gives him his first experience of confidence. She may even go one step
further and deliberately pretend to be less intelligent than she is, giving him a head
start he will never lose. This, of course, is providing he grows up to he a proper man -
and she will take care of that.

As the value of woman in society is not measured by intelligence but by completely

different standards (in fact, there are no standards: man needs her and that is
enough), she may be as stupid, in appearance or in reality, as suits her convenience.
This is something women have in common with the wealthy. Who cares if they are
intelligent, so long as they are rich? If Henry Ford II had the intellectual capacity of
one of Tiffany's lady customers, he would be no less socially acceptable. Only his
chauffeur cannot afford to be stupid. Like a millionaire, a woman can take any risk -
and it can justly be said that all the risks she takes are sure things - without hurting
herself at all. In other words, a woman can he as stupid as she wants to be - in spite
of this, a man will take care of her and will not give up her company.

The formula for this female conspiracy could not be simpler: it is masculine to work,
feminine to do nothing. And men are so lucky to be men! They are strong and free,
while women, weak as they are, are tied to the home by the burden of bearing
children. They are simply not made for any valuable kind of work.

Men are so willing to believe this myth that they are even flattered by it. It never
occurs to them to think that an elephant is strong, too - stronger than a man, for
example. Yet men are better suited to do most jobs than an elephant, in spite of its
strength.

Women, of course, will never admit that, in comparison to men, they do nothing; they
are constantly finding little tasks and keeping themselves busy A woman simply tells
her husband that her work is of no value compared with his. She implies that all the
inane, pointless busywork she indulges in, such as ironing, baking or beautifying the
house, all those little jobs that take up her day, are necessary for the family's comfort.
He is meant to think himself lucky to have a wife who will perform these menial tasks
for his sake. And since men are completely unaware that women actually enjoy such
jobs, they do think themselves lucky.

Thanks to women, everything is labeled `masculine' or `effeminate,' `worthy' or

`unworthy.' By imbuing all they do with sentimental and emotional values to such a
degree that no one can remain unaffected by them, women have created for
themselves a fool's paradise. Whatever they do is pointless compared with male
achievements. And since they say so themselves, why should men quibble?

Of course, if men really wanted to, they could destroy this tissue of lies and replace
the terms `masculine' and `effeminate' with `hard' and `easy' For most work done by
men is hard, whereas housework is always easy. With the machine invented for this
purpose by men, the work for a household of four persons is easily done in two hours
each morning. Anything else a woman chooses to do with her time is superfluous, for
her own amusement, and serves to maintain the idiotic status symbols of her clique
(lace curtains, flower beds, brilliant polish): if this is called work, then it is nothing
more than a shameless, expedient lie.

Housework is so easy that in psychiatric clinics it is traditionally performed by those

patients who have become so feeble-minded that they are no longer suited to other
kinds of work. If women complain that they are not paid extra wages for this work
(they demand very little, about the wages of a motor mechanic!), it is only a further
proof of how attractive this `work' is to them. Furthermore, such demands are
shortsighted, since they may one day lead to an actual evaluation of women as a
work force, with commensurate wages. That would reveal to what extent they live, at
man's expense, beyond their means.

Still, man has been accustomed to female terminology since childhood and he has
no desire to undermine it. He needs the feeling of doing something great when he
supports a woman, he needs to feel a woman could not do his work. Without this
conviction, the monotony of his own life would drive him mad. He has only to feel for
a second that a woman could do his job as well as he can and he will doubt his own
efforts at once. From time to time, as she sees fit, a woman might wish to create this
impression, so that the customary distance
between himself and the 'weaker' sex is maintained and his self-confidence restored.

It is simple to analyze this vicious circle: women invent rules, manipulate men to
obey them, and so dominate the male sex. Of course, these rules in no way apply to
women themselves. The male sense of honor, for example, is a system invented by
women who loudly exempt themselves from it. They renounce the concept of honor
and, as a result, manipulate men.

In a recent television series, The Avengers, there was a scene in which two
antagonists were facing each other across a billiard table, a pistol in front of each of
them. It was agreed that to give them each an equal chance, they should count aloud
up to three and then shoot. The hero, however, grabbed his pistol and fired at the
count of two, thus saving his own life. He chose to remain outside the system and
was therefore in a position to manipulate the other who, although in mortal danger,
preferred to stick to a system approved by society rather than to use his own
judgment.

By making her own work appear degrading and contemptible, woman brings man to
the point where he will undertake all the other tasks: in other words, everything she
does not want to do. After all, she was there first as his mother, so she has first
choice. A man loses his self-respect and feels useless if he has to do `woman's
work.' In fact, many men are deliberately Clumsy at housework - and women love
them for it. Such clumsiness is so adorably masculine! If a man is capable of sewing
on his own button - and does so - he really is not a `proper' man at all. There must be
something wrong with him if he pushes the vacuum cleaner around the house.

Such beliefs enable man to place himself under the guardianship of women; he trusts
himself to accomplish almost anything except to make a decent stew. And so he
allows himself to be driven away from the most unexacting place of work in the world,
without a murmur of complaint. Only after a certain amount of manipulation, when
there is no longer any danger, will he be permitted to lend a hand in the house. Even
then woman always gives strict orders because he really does not understand about
such things. He will always feel vaguely humiliated by a job of this nature and
therefore will never notice how much more agreeable it is than his own.

To avoid having to exert effort, all a woman has to do is heave a sigh and indicate
that she, `as a woman,' is simply not capable of the task. If she merely hints to a
man, preferably with witnesses present, that he drives so much better than she does,
she has found herself a chauffeur for life. Look at the motorways - they are full of
women being driven by their husband-chauffeurs. A woman will say that she cannot
possibly, `as a woman,' go to a cafe or a theatre or a restaurant by herself There is
no rational explanation for this: women are served equally well or badly whether
alone or accompanied by men. And if she doesn't want to be accosted, why does she
dress to make herself so conspicuous? No, instead she will get herself a flunkey,
who will drive her to the entrance as if she were royalty, fight for a table, order her
dinner, entertain her, and finally pay the bill.

Man ready to plow through the newspapers, study political journals, listen to
protracted television discussions, sift other men's theories, and, behold, when the
time comes to vote, to present her with an opinion. So, armed with his conclusion as
to what is best for his, hence also her, position in life, off she goes to register his
choice. In that way the election result is not in jeopardy. The alternative might mean
the end of her personal well-being. Although she might not understand what politics
are about, she is shrewd enough to realize this.
One of the most fantastic flowers of this manipulation through self-abasement is the
life of a well-to-do woman today, living comfortably in some pleasantly situated
suburban villa. Surrounded by children, dogs, other women, by every possible kind of
labor-saving device, equipped with television sets and second cars, she will tell her
husband, possibly a lawyer or engineer, what a lucky man he is, what a fulfilled life
he leads, while she, `as a woman,' is constrained to lead a life unworthy of a human
being: she says this to the man who has paid for all that trash with his life and he
believes her.

In the Bible it is said that Eve was created from Adam's rib. She is a copy, therefore a
species of a lower order: yet another example of manipulation through self-
abasement. Can anyone doubt that at some stage in history this story was invented
by a woman? She herself did not write it down, of course, a man did this for her,
since her ability to write is a comparatively recent skill.

A DICTIONARY

Constant self-abasement in the presence of men has led women to develop a secret
language which other women understand but which is incomprehensible to men,
since they take it literally. It would, therefore, be a great advantage to men to hold the
key to this code and so create a sort of dictionary for themselves. Then, whenever
they heard a standard phrase, they could decipher its real meaning.

Here are a few examples, with a translation into male language. (next page)

CODED
A man must be able to protect me.

DECODED
A man must be able to spare me from all forms of discomfort. (What else could he
protect her from? Robbers? An atom bomb?)

CODED
I need a man to make me feel secure

DECODED
Above all, he must keep his money worries to himself.

CODED
I must be able to look up To a man

DECODED
To be a possible candidate as a husband, he must be more intelligent, responsible,
courageous, industrious and stronger than I am. Otherwise, what purpose would he
serve?
CODED
Of course I would give up my career if my husband asked me.

DECODED
Once he is earning enough money, I am never going to work again.

CODED
The only thing I want in life is to make him happy

DECODED
I will do everything in my power to stop him from knowing how much I exploit him.

CODED
I will never bother him with trivial problems.

DECODED
I'll do anything rather than keep him away from his work.

CODED
I am there for him alone.

DECODED
No other man has to work for me.

CODED
In future I shall devote my life to my family.

DECODED
I'm not going to lift another finger for the rest of my life. It's his turn now.

CODED
I don't believe in Women's Liberation.

DECODED
I'm not such a fool. I'd rather let a man do the work for me.

CODED
After all, we are living in an age of equality.

DECODED
If he thinks he can order me about, just
because he earns money for me, he is sorely
mistaken.
CODED
I'm so bad at doing things like that.

DECODED
That's a job he will have to do. What's he
there for, anyway?

CODED
He knows absolutely everything.

DECODED
He even serves the function of an
encyclopedia.

CODED
If a couple really love each
other, there is no need to get
married at once.

DECODED
He is being a bit obstinate, but I'll soon get
him around in bed.

CODED
I love him.

DECODED
He is an excellent workhorse.

Of course women use stock phrases like these only when there is a man around to
hear them. In the company of other women they talk about their men quite normally,
as they would speak of a domestic appliance, which everyone knows to be practical
anyway.

If a woman says, 'I've decided to give up wearing this coat - or that hat - because my
boyfriend doesn't like it,' she really means, 'I might as well do him that favor. He's
doing everything I want anyhow.'

When women are among themselves, discussing the desirable qualities of a specific
man, they will never declare that they want someone to look up to, someone who will
protect them. Such twaddle would he greeted with the laughter it deserves. They are
snore likely to say they want a man with such and such a job: jobs are synonymous
with income level, old-age pensions, widows' endowments, and the ability to pay high
life-insurance premiums. Or a woman might well say, `The man I'm going to marry
must he a little older than I, at least half a head taller, and more intelligent.' By which
she means that it looks 'normal' for a somewhat older, stronger, more intelligent
human being to provide for a younger, weaker, more stupid Creature.

WOMEN HAVE NO FEELINGS

Woman has a great many methods to manipulate a man, but to list them all here is
impossible. Suffice it to look more closely at two relatively harmless methods: a
man's `good manners' and the suppression of his emotions.

Any man who wishes to be a success with women - and is there one who doesn't? -
must acquire a variety of qualifications. Apart from intelligence, ambition, industry,
and pertinacity, he must know exactly how to behave in the presence of women. With
this aim in view, women have established certain norms which are called good
manners. Basically the rule is that any man who has a sense of self-respect must, at
all times, treat a woman like a queen. Similarly, a self-respecting woman must, at all
times, give man every opportunity of treating her like a queen.

A woman will marry a man simply because he is wealthy. But if she is given the
choice between two wealthy men, one with and one without manners, she will
choose the man who has them. For if a man has mastered the rules governing good
manners, a woman can be sure that he will never, at any time, question her ideal
value as a woman, which he has long since been conditioned to respect, not even
after she has ceased to attract him.

Psychologists state that happiness comes with laughter. faith with prayer. This is
true, but only for men. If he treats woman as a superior being, she will become a
superior being for him. Women are more gifted to differentiate between fact and
fiction. Unlike other methods of manipulation, good manners are not the result of
conditioned forms of behavior based on profound psychological motivation. Children
are taught `to behave' relatively late, and manners are particularly easy to recognize
as a form of women's exploitation. It is a puzzle why even today such old tricks are
still successful.

The advice a mother gives to her teenage son going out on his first date is a good
example of woman's audacity:

Pay the taxi; get out first; open the door on the girl's side and help her out.
Offer her your arm going up the steps or, if they are crowded, walk behind her in
case she stumbles so that you can catch her.
Open the door into the foyer for her; help her out of her coat; take the coat to the
cloakroom attendant; get her a program.
Go in front of her when you are taking your seats and clear the way.
Offer her refreshments during the intermissions - and so on.

And on top of that we should not forget that the average type of play is an outdated
form of entertainment because most of them are aimed at the intellectual level of
women (as, indeed, are many of those things which we like to label `cultured'). Pity
the poor man who has to submit to all this. He probably has an inkling that not only
he but the assembled company of directors, actors, and producers awaiting them are
there only to form the background for woman and her clique. This background is
simply a place where she can indulge in her inane orgies, where she and other
women can take part in their grotesque masquerades, with the extras, the men,
suitably costumed in black.

The most cynical aspect of the `good manners' etiquette is the role of protector which
is forced on a man. This begins harmlessly enough, it is true. He follows her when
going upstairs, or walks on the traffic side of a pavement. It is when we reach the
level of military service and war that the significance of this becomes more serious.
One of the most important rules is that a man must, under all circumstances. protect
a woman from unpleasantness - even, if necessary, with his life. And as soon as he
is old enough, he will do just that. This training is accomplished at such an early age
that in any catastrophe a man will save women and children before he thinks of
himself - at the cost of his own life.

There is no compelling reason why these roles should not be reversed. Since woman
is unfeeling, she could cope with the psychological effects of war atrocities more
easily than a man, and the modern form of war requires neither physical strength nor
intelligence, only the ability to survive (tenacity). All statistics about life-spans show
that women live longer than men, and therefore are tougher. A normally developed
North American woman who has taken sports at school, for example, is certainly not
inferior in physical strength to the much smaller Vietnamese men. A GI fighting
against Asian men is making war on an enemy no stronger than his college girl
friends.

We have already mentioned woman's lack of emotional capacity. The fact that
women make every attempt to suppress man's ability to express his emotions is a
certain indication of this. Yet she still contrives to create the myth of feminine depth
of feeling and vulnerability.

The tear ducts are tiny pouches containing fluid. With training they can be controlled,
just as one controls the bladder, so that there is no more need for an adult to cry than
there is for him to wet his bed. A male child is taught very early in life to control both
these functions. Once again, woman degrades herself `Boys don't cry! You're not a
little girl!' Little girls, on the other hand, are never taught to control their tears and
they quickly learn to use them to advantage. If a man sees a woman crying, it would
never occur to him that she may be incontinent. He assumes her feelings are
aroused to a considerable extent and even judges the degree of feeling by the
quantity of liquid shed.

This is obviously a mistaken interpretation. Women really are callous creatures -

mainly because it is to their disadvantage to feel deeply. Feelings might seduce them
into choosing a man who is of no use to them, i.e., a man whom they could not
manipulate at will. They might even actively come to dislike men (after all, men are
beings who should be alien to them) and decide to spend their lives exclusively in the
company of women. In fact, however, there are far fewer overtly homosexual women
than homosexual men, and such women are generally well-to-do or at least
financially secure.

A woman with feelings would have to think and work, to take on responsibilities, and
to learn to do without all the things which mean so much to her. Because she does
not want this, she decides to remain callous, but she knows, at the same time, that it
is necessary for woman to enact the role of a sensitive being or man would become
aware of her essentially cold, calculating nature. Still, as her emotions are always
faked and never felt, she can keep a clear head. You can take advantage of
someone's feelings only if you are not involved yourself. Therefore, she turns her
partner's emotions to her own profit, only taking care to make sure he believes she
feels as deeply as he himself, perhaps even more deeply She must make him
believe she, `as a woman,' is much less stable, much more irrational, much more
emotional. Only thus may her deception remain undetected. But manipulation has, in
any case, already taken care of that.

A real man does not weep or laugh very loud (reserved smiles have a sympathetic
effect on those around him and make him seem a serious person to his business
associates); he never shows surprise (he never screams Ahhh...!' when a light goes
on nor `Ohhh...!' when he touches cold water); he never shows that he is making an
effort (by saying `Uff...!' when he has lifted a heavy case); he does not even sing
when he is happy. Therefore, if a man notices all these emotional reactions in a
woman, it never occurs to him that he has been conditioned by a woman not to
express his own similar feelings. As a result, he assumes she is much more sensitive
than he is, for otherwise she would not dare to exhibit her feelings in such an
uncontrolled manner. A man who would cry only if a real catastrophe occurred
(perhaps the death of his wife) must assume that when his wife breaks into floods of
tears because of cancelled holiday plans, for example, her emotions are equally
strong, but for a lesser cause. He even thinks himself loutish and callous because he
cannot share her grief. What an advantage a man would have if only he realized the
cold, clear thoughts running through a woman's head while her eyes are brimming
with tears.

SEX AS A REWARD

Every method of manipulation is based on the carrot-and-stick principle whose

applicability depends to a large extent cm the ratio of physical strength possessed by
trainer and trainee. When dealing with the young, the carrot is favored as a means of
control. It has the advantage of maintaining children's trust in adults so that even at a
later date they will bring their problems to their parents - and so the process of
manipulation is continued. This is much more effective than to start with the stick.

If a captive dolphin has learned to do a trick well, its trainer throws it a fish. Because
the dolphin wants to eat, it will do whatever is asked of it. Man, however, since he
earns money ' is quite capable of providing his own food. It would be impossible to
bribe him in this way He would, in fact, he above bribery altogether were it not for
one basic male need which has to be satisfied: the need for physical contact with a
woman's body. This need is so strong and its fulfilment gives man such intense
pleasure, that one suspects that it may be the prime reason for his voluntary
enslavement to woman. His longing for subjection may even be a facet of his sexual
makeup.

The basis of any economy is a system of barter. Therefore, someone demanding a

service must be able to offer something of equal value in exchange for it. But as a
man must fulfill his sexual desires and, since he tends to want to possess exclusive
rights over one vagina, the prices have risen to an extortionate level. This has made
it possible for women to follow a system of exploitation which puts the most
exploitative robber barons to shame. And no man remains exempt. The concept of
femininity is essentially sociological, not biological. Even a homosexual is unlikely to
escape without paying his dues. The partner whose sexual drive is less developed
quickly discovers the weak points of the other, whose drive is more intense and
manipulates him accordingly. It will always be the woman, or the `female' partner in
any homosexual relationship, who exploits the man: for to be a female means to be
undersexed.
Just as woman denies herself any depth of emotion, she denies herself a sexual
appetite: how else can a young girl tell her boyfriend she loves him but refuse him
her body? Thanks to her mother's advice, a girl will suppress her desires even in
puberty for the sake of the capital to be gained later. In earlier societies a bride had
to be a virgin to be worth anything, and even today a girl who has little sexual
experience will have a higher market value than one who has had a number of
lovers.
Chastity in a man, on the other hand, has never been worth much. As women do not
really care for men, they are not much interested in their chastity. For this reason a
boy can never be raped by an older woman - only seduced. But let a man play that
game with an adolescent girl! He will be lynched as a sex criminal by a female mob.

A man could, of course, condition his sexual needs as easily, as a woman, provided
his training started at a very early age. Sufficient proof of this are monks, the majority
of whom
survive without sexual satisfaction (nobody will seriously maintain that they are all
eunuchs). But instead of learning to suppress his needs, a man will allow them to be
encouraged whenever possible - by women, of course, since their interests are
mainly directed toward man's libido.

Man is never dressed in such a way as to awaken sexual desire in the opposite sex,
but it is very much to the contrary with woman. By the age of twelve she is already
disguised as bait. The curves of breast and hip are exaggerated by tightfitting clothes
and the length of leg, the shape of calf and ankle are enhanced by transparent
stockings. Her lips and eyes beckon, moist with make-up; her hair with gleaming
tints. And to what purpose, if not to stimulate the male to everincreasing, everlasting
Sexual desire? She will offer her wares like goods in a shop window -- apparently so
near and, at a price, so easily obtained. No wonder men think there is no greater
happiness than to make enough money to pay for such tempting merchandise.

Lacking money, or at least lacking the prospect of it, a man will have to do without a
woman and consequently without sex. Nevertheless, the relationship between the
sexes involves a credit system: that is, women are prepared under certain
circumstances (while the husband is still training for his profession) to earn their own
money - more or less as a loan against future earnings - and to place their bodies at
his disposal. In this case the interest rates are proportionately high (the profession for
which the man is preparing during this time must promise an income lucrative
enough to make the woman's investment worthwhile). In general, it is axiomatic that
a woman will be expensive in direct proportion to the attractiveness of her secondary
sex characteristics. Hence, if one man meets another with an especially attractive
wife, instead of being depressed he should consider how much money the woman is
liable to be costing her husband.

It would be more economical for a man to satisfy his sexual needs with a prostitute
instead of rushing into marriage ('prostitute' in the conventional sense - strictly
speaking, most women belong in this group). But here again a man will behave by
conditioned reflex: sex that does not cost much is considered correspondingly
inferior. His pleasure varies according to the cost of the woman he sleeps with. And if
he cannot get the desired woman any other way - or if there is no other way to keep
her - he offers the highest bid and takes her to City Hall.

For this reason women calmly tolerate the professional prostitute. Why should they
mind, when they never feel jealousy, as a man does? They may well feign jealousy
occasionally, of course, just to flatter him. They don't mind the institution of brothels
either. Their attitude toward extramarital affairs is exactly the same, unless, of
course, they become too obvious, in which case they tend to forgive them. How few
women would leave an unfaithful husband! And how few men would stay with a
woman in the same circumstances! Wives will often even welcome a philandering
husband, for there are so many advantages arising from his gratitude for her
tolerance and forgiveness. Obviously women would prefer to be able to control
extramarital affairs. This explains why the wife-swapping parties and pluralist sex
practices are gaining favor, for they tend to neutralize the sexual fantasies of
husbands and men friends. Moreover, these kinds of sexual release are free,
whereas professional prostitution absorbs money which should be put into
housekeeping. As the group of people is usually well-acquainted, rules of hygiene
can be imposed and there is less danger of venereal disease, which a man might
catch if he visits an anonymous brothel - and this is one of women's main worries as
far as a husband's sexual adventures are concerned.

It is ironic that men consider ordinary prostitutes so very contemptible - they are
among the few women who frankly admit that they make money by renting out a
specific orifice of their bodies. The female callings of prostitute, actress, model,
singer, or dancer are not practised by men. But whereas actresses, singers, dancers,
and models work with safety nets (safety nets being the men who catch them when
they don't feel like working anymore), a prostitute has no such recourse. When she is
tired or ill there is no one there, waiting hopefully for the time when he will be allowed
to support her. No man in our society would allow a prostitute to exploit him as a
fashion model, for instance, could.

Women, too, despise the common prostitute, but for a different reason: they despise
her for her stupidity. A woman who sells her body so ineptly is shockingly stupid by
female intelligence standards. They admire only such women as are able to exact an
exorbitant price for their favors, for example those who marry Rothschilds, Aga
Khans, or Rockefellers. They have impressed on men the concept that prostitution is
a `sordid profession' to intimidate men who otherwise might one day be able to draw
parallels.

The basic principle of `sex as a reward' does not vary from woman to woman. They
all offer themselves to a man, stress their charms and then, providing he has
performed his 'tricks' satisfactorily, reward him. And, since they never cease to keep
him in a state of sexual excitement, he will demand the reward again and again.

It is only men with reduced sexual potency who can afford to make do with sporadic
affairs and live the life of a hippie year after year without feeling the need of a regular
reward. One of the results of this female system of sex rewards is that a man with
strong sexual needs must be more obedient to women than others: look at the
advertisements for dynamic, enterprising, energetic, enthusiastic young men, so
much in demand in business. What are such men, in fact, but sexually dependent
psychopaths who have set their standards in women too high? Why else would a
man use all his energy and imagination to sell a particular commercial product? Only
for this reward. The whole world outside his office window beckons him with the
promise of adventure; yet so strong is his sex drive that he gladly forgoes all that is
there and instead buys himself a woman with his hard-earned money But even if he
calls her his `adventure,' she will never he a substitute for what he has lost: when
and if he meets her, everything will follow the strict system of supply and demand
with its rigid rules and almost total lack of surprise.

The old saying that a woman's fate is her body is true insofar as fate has a positive
meaning. But in the negative sense, it is better applied to men. After all, a woman
profits from her anatomical peculiarities whenever she can, while a man is an eternal
slave to his.

The male erection is so grotesque to a woman that the first time she experiences it,
she can hardly believe her eyes. However, when she realizes that it can be produced
by the slightest
provocation, not necessarily even a naked woman (a film or a photograph might do),
she will still not get over her amazement. It is, after all, a reflex action, rather like
hitting someone on the knee. Probably no theory evolved by man is as absurd as
Sigmund Freud's theory of penis envy. To a woman, the penis and scrotum seem
superfluous to man's otherwise neatly constructed body. They are almost untidy. She
cannot understand that after use the penis is not retractable like an aerial on a
portable radio. And as for envy - it would never occur, even to a little girl. Not in her
deepest unconscious would she wish to possess a penis; and as to being at a
disadvantage compared to a little boy, that is nonsense, for she gets preferential
treatment anyway.

Freud was merely the victim of training by woman's self-abasement techniques -

thanks to his mother, wife, and probably his daughters as well. He confused cause
and effect; a woman only says she is worth less than a man. She doesn't really think
it. If anyone ought to feel a sense of envy, it is men. They should be jealous of
women's power. But, of course, they never are, for they glory in their powerlessness.

THE FEMALE LIBIDO

As it is difficult to test or classify the degree to which woman feels sexual stimulation,
or to define the exact nature of a female orgasm, men get into considerable
difficulties when they try to analyze her capacity for sexual excitability and orgasm. If
they make any attempt to come to conclusions on the subject, they are forced to rely
to a large extent on the information women volunteer to them. And since women
have no respect for exact scientific data and are interested only in what is of
immediate benefit to them, they will say what seems to be convenient or opportune at
the time. Consequently, any facts acquired on the subject of a woman's reactions -
whether, for instance, she is frigid, to what degree she can enjoy sexual intercourse,
or whether her own orgasm can be compared to that of a man - tend to be extremely
contradictory (it is supposed that even Masters and Johnson did not get an average
woman onto their test bed). As a result, man vacillates between the conviction that
woman has no true sexual drive and the fear that she is more highly sexed than he is
- but refrains from telling him so out of pity. He will spend days working out bigger,
better, and subtler questionnaires in his efforts to come to some conclusion. And, in
the interests of science, he expects women to answer his questions truthfully. As if
She could - or would.

It is probable that the truth lies somewhere between the two extremes. Certainly
women are not all nymphomaniacs or there would be more male prostitutes. On the
other hand, women do not feel an intense aversion to sex, as has so often been
maintained.

Women live an animal existence. They like eating, drinking, sleeping - even sex,
providing there is nothing to do and no real effort is required of them. Unlike a man, a
woman will rarely make an effort to get her partner into bed. If, however, he is
already there and she hasn't planned to set her hair or undertake some other form of
large-scale beauty repair, and there is no TV program she wants to see, she will not
be averse to making love, provided he is prepared to be the active partner. But even
the euphemisms `active' for the male partner and `passive' for the female do not
conceal the fact that woman allows man to serve her in bed just as he does in every
other sphere of her life. Even though intercourse may give a man pleasure in the
long run, it is nothing more than a service to a woman, in which the man is the better
lover, arousing desire more skilfully, quickly, and making it last longer.

Men suspect that women tend to exploit them during intercourse and have developed
a certain fear of female sexual appetite. Signs of this appear in the rites of ancient
cultures, in philosophical works of men such as Schopenhauer and Nietzsche, in the
novels of Baudelaire, Balzac and Montherlant, in plays by Strindberg, O'Neill and
Tennessee Williams. Since the discovery of oral contraceptives, this fear has
reached almost hysterical proportions. Whole books are devoted to the question
whether a man needs to worry about woman's sexual demands, and, if so, to what
extent - and at the same time, advertising has discovered new opportunities to make
money by selling men advice on how to achieve sexual dexterity.

In truth, reliable oral contraceptives (invented by a man, naturally) have robbed man
of the only triumph left to him in his state of sexual subjugation. Previously, woman
was always to
a certain extent at his mercy Now she is suddenly in control. She can have as many
children as she wishes. She can even select the father (rich, if possible). If she has
no intention of having children, she can indulge in intercourse as often as it appears
advantageous to her.

Man cannot do that. He had always claimed that his sexual potency was without limit
and that he only needed an unreserved woman to prove it. Today this is impossible.
Any woman can read for herself in popular magazines exactly how potent men are.
She will know how active he will be at any given age, whether his best time is
afternoon or night, if he is a better lover before or after a meal, and whether his
prowess increases in the mountains or at the seashore. She knows how often he can
make love on any one occasion in order to satisfy her. What is more, she can be
sure of these statistics, for men would never cheat when giving information of this
kind; a masculine man would consider it a sign of weakness to lie in any situation at
all. So women can rely absolutely on the figures given and know exactly what a man
should be able to achieve. He has provided her with charts to determine any man's
potency at any given stage in his life: and, thanks to efficient birth-control methods,
she can experiment with different kinds of men and compare their sexual
performances. Contrary to men's fear, women do not, however, weigh one man
against another and choose the most virile - far from it, as she herself is not all that
keen on sex. In view of that, and provided all other conditions are equal, she is likely
to prefer the less potent man because she can always blackmail him with her
intimate knowledge of his weakness. In the realm of sex, more than any other, man
is a victim of the principles of efficiency according to which he is manipulated.
Indeed, he sets his own standards: three times in a row, very good; twice, good;
once, satisfactory. If he fails as a sex machine, he is, in his opinion, a total failure.
Even if he is a brilliant scientist he will never again be really happy. Women know this
and take advantage. For example:

a. She can pretend she is unaware of her husband's lack of virility and continue to
praise him for his prowess. (Probably the most frequent method applied.)
b. She can make a man believe his sexual failure is a real handicap, so that he
considers himself lucky she stays with him.
c. She can threaten to expose his sexual inadequacy unless he does everything
she wants; since a man would rather be called a thief or a murderer than impotent,
he will bow his head to his fate and do what he is told.

Man's sexual potency depends on psychological factors more than any other of his
bodily functions. Once he has begun to doubt his potency, he gradually finds himself
in more and more difficulty. His fears of becoming useless to a woman increase
because, as a result of women's manipulation, he identifies his masculinity with his
dependence on them. For this reason, he will resort to every possible means to
remain dependent. One really should reflect on the absurdity of this situation.
Aphrodisiacs, once hidden discreetly under the counter and usually prepared by
quacks, have long since become socially acceptable and are among the best-selling
products of the pharmaceutical industry. Even in serious publications the number of
articles on sexual difficulties is increasing; and men's room jokes, which, as we all
know, are the result of man's castration anxieties, are heard more frequently, though
they are usually quite humorless. And men certainly do not buy pornographic
magazines for pleasure - there are so many better and more sophisticated ways of
amusing themselves.
Their interest lies solely in the hope of finding, in such powerful stimulation, some
means of retaining this mythical level of masculine virility.

All this serves to make man once again the victim of his habit of thinking of women in
terms of his own standards. He really believes that women, now safe from the
dangers of conception, are thinking about nothing but how to make up for lost time,
to spend the rest of their lives making love. This is a natural assumption, since he
has been manipulated to think that sex is the height of all pleasure. He is, of course,
quite mistaken. A woman will certainly feel happy when she has an orgasm - but it is
not the most intense pleasure she knows. A cocktail party, or buying a new pair of
aubergine-colored patent-leather boots, rates far higher.

Man's fear of losing ground at the sexual or physical level, as a result of woman's
newfound freedom, is, of course, quite absurd. No matter how much a woman enjoys
making love, she will never let the man who supports her tire himself so that he might
be late to work the next morning. That is too big a risk to take. Even the most
passionate woman will reduce her
sexual activities if she thinks nights spent making orgiastic love are beginning to
affect his work. Nymphomaniacal women exist almost solely in films and plays. Just
because they are so rare in real life, the public is curious about them (for the same
reason, so many films and novels are about extremely rich people, who form such a
small percentage of the total population).

There is only one aspect of a man's sexual potency that concerns a woman -
whether lie is capable of fathering children or not. Children, as we shall see later, are
essential to a woman if she is to bring her plans to fruition. It is probable that many
women would be pleased if man's need for sex dried up after she had produced two
or three children. It would do away with numerous small inconveniences.

That sexual competence in a man is a matter of indifference to the majority of

females is shown by the number of highly paid men who marry, and stay married,
despite the fact that they are impotent (it is inconceivable that a woman without a
vagina would have any prospects whatsoever of getting married to a normally sexed
man).

MANIPULATION THROUGH BLUFF

Man's strong sexual drive, his brilliant mind, and his need for a system that will help
him bear those responsibilities recognized by his intelligence have enabled women to
make effective use of certain institutions that properly belong to the past - institutions
like the Church, the many nonconformist sects, and other religious communities: she
coldbloodedly uses them to help with the manipulation of her children. She exploits
their armies of clergymen and other functionaries as a kind of military police force
designed to protect women's interests even after her children are grown up. Hence it
is advantageous to women, as we have already noted, to be neither religious nor
superstitious. Unless a boy's manipulation has been exceptionally successful, as in
the case of those who decide to become priests, men are equally unlikely to believe
in the dogma of their Church. But if its teachings are inculcated at a very early age,
they do help to provide certain archetypes and a useful basis for the standards of
good and evil. These are standards which have no rational roots but are part of
men's subconscious and are therefore ineradicable. Essentially these standards are
always the standards of women.

Any religious system must be based on manipulation since it consists of a series of

rules and taboos, with a catalogue of penalties for trespass against those rules.
These trespasses are called sins. The penalties for them are never imposed in
reality, for faith in some kind of superconsciousness is a system without real
foundation. No one could know about secret sins or exact punishment for them. As a
result, people are apt to say that an unavoidable misfortune such as the loss of a
friend or an earthquake is a punishment. In earlier times, when men's understanding
of such disasters as plagues, crop failures, and lightning was limited, men believed
they were punishments for sins committed at some previous time. And so they
thought to avoid them in the future by unconditional surrender to rules or by
repentance, a kind of brainwashing. Such myths become obvious as man's mind
develops. He can prove fallacy by committing a sin without incurring any subsequent
signs of wrath. But the deep-seated fear of punishment (the feeling of having sinned),
carefully cultivated during a child's earliest years, will prevent him, as an adult, from
doing something that was considered `bad' when he was a child. And if, by chance,
he does do something which as a child he called a sin, he will have at the very least
a bad conscience.

One sin which figures in almost all of these catalogues is pleasure in the sexual act
when reproduction is not intended. And since men, provoked by women, always take
pleasure in sex, they yield to this pleasure as often as possible and never once give
a thought to reproduction (during orgasm, man experiences a certain kind of
pleasure far from the joy of having just engendered a child - thus in this moment man
is even more than ordinarily deluded). They constantly transgress against the rules of
their childhood beliefs and thus always carry with them a feeling of sin. Women, on
the other hand, having learned to control their sexual urge and to make love for the
most part not for their own satisfaction but for some specific purpose (breadwinning,
reproduction, gratification of a man - in the latter case, an act of charity), commit no
sins thereby; even if they consider sex sinful, they are immune to remorse. Unlike
men who are constantly forming new resolutions which they never stick to, women do
not have such a debit (or guilt) account in any system made for their use - even if
they believed in such a system. With their tendency to self-abasement, their
suppressed and stunted sexual needs, their assumption that they will survive without
working by letting others work for them, they resemble those figures - Jesus Christ,
Gandhi - who allow themselves to be considered ideals by men; ideals, which men
because of their slavery to their instincts can never attain, and which confirm their
suspicion that all qualities truly worthy of worship are in the last analysis feminine.

Yet, in reality, neither women nor their chosen police force, the clergy, are really
interested in man's sexual drive. The taboo did not have to apply to this particular
instinct. They merely chose it because it is man's greatest - and purest - pleasure.
Had he derived as much satisfaction from smoking or eating pork, woman would
have equated smoking or eating pork with sin. The point is to keep him in a state of
sin (fear), thus open to manipulation. This is one of the reasons why the catalogue of
sins varies according to a man's age. For a small child, the taboo is lying, coveting
the property of others, and not honoring one's father and mother. For an adult, it is
sexual desire and lusting after one's neighbor's wife.

Yet how can they recognize these sins when they know neither the rules nor the
system in whose name they were established? How can they believe in something
that does not exist, or feel ashamed of a pleasure that does not hurt anyone?
Anything that deals with religious beliefs is contrary to the rules of reason and
consequently has to be instilled at an age when a sense of logic is as yet
undeveloped. If possible, this should take place in a building whose absurd design
and architecture equal the absurdity of that which is preached in it, thus making it all
a little less incredible. And the purveyors of this type of illogical thinking should, if
possible, look different from other people. If children are taught by men who dress
like women, for example, or who adopt some other form of masquerade, their pupils'
bewilderment and awe will be all the greater, and their respect for these figures will
never entirely leave them.

Women have taken great care to ensure that their lobby, the clergy, are always men.
First, because the female image might be damaged if they represented their own
interests - men might think them calculating - and second, because they know men
rate feminine intelligence rather low, which is why they can only influence a man's
emotions. Advice from another man, and one respected from childhood, is much
more likely to be listened to and taken. Although this advice always benefits women
(for example, they will advise a man to stay with a woman he doesn't love, or support
children he never wanted), it does not reflect hostility on the part of this lobby toward
`normal' men, but is a direct consequence of that lobby's financial dependence on
women.

Women could survive easily without the Church (they only need it for the training of
men and children, or as a setting for the display of specialized wardrobes), but the
Church would be ruined without the support of women. Children can be trained and
today are very often raised without the Church's help. It is entirely possible that
women one day might give up the nave of a church as the most effective background
for a white dress. They might even consider a registrar sufficient to subdue a nervous
bridegroom, Such trends would empty the churches in a couple of years. In the
Soviet Union `Marriage Palaces' have taken their place as a wedding background. If
this became the fashion, people would see churches for what they really are - relics
of a long dead age. They would withdraw their financial support, both public and
private, which in the last analysis has always been provided by men. It is man who
pays his own tormentors. So when we hear someone say what magical power the
Church has, since it still draws people to it after many hundreds of years, the
circumstance has obviously been misunderstood. It is not the Church which
possesses a magical power - it is women. All such institutions have long since
become mere tools in the hands of women, and it is unlikely that they will ever do
anything other than fulfill women's expectations.

Ultimately, the victims are not the representatives of the various religious
communities themselves. They want only to live a peaceful, undisturbed life (at the
expense of masculine men, of course, just like women) and have become a kind of
Mafia used by women to terrify children, enslave men, and put a brake on progress.
These men are forced, under the threat of boycott, to appear in ludicrously
effeminate clothes, to intone grotesque songs loudly, and to tell horror stories to a
sometimes even intelligent audience. All this despite the fact that these stories, by
which they make such abject fools of themselves, have long been discarded by
modern theology and stand in obvious contrast to all they have been taught as
students at their universities.
Modern theology, of course, is useless for conditioning purposes now that it has
renounced the carrot-and-stick principle. Women need those moth-eaten tales of
heaven and hell, of devils and angels, of paradise and judgment day. Death is only a
useful means of manipulation if it is a door leading either to eternal happiness or to
eternal damnation. To which of these two realms this door may lead is dependent on
a kind of point system, scored according to earthly achievement and calculated by
women. If life everlasting can be won only by faithfulness and slavery it falls in with
the interests of women - interests which would in no way be furthered if men decided
to investigate eternal life in biological terms, an investigation for which we might have
to wait a couple of generations.

Women themselves are, of course, quite unmoved by all these myths. They go to
church only if and when they want: their consciences do not bother them either way.
For the big ceremonies which are really attempts at intimidation - on the part of
women, not on that of clergymen - they array themselves in suitable attire: wedding
dresses, christening clothes, mourning clothes, confirmation dresses, their men in
the usual dark suits. They enact the roles of believer, superstitious person or skeptic
- but in reality their minds are elsewhere. They are not interested in male
speculations on the possibility of walking on water, turning water into wine by magic,
or achieving, also with the help of magic, an immaculate conception. As usual their
interest does not concern itself with the essence of the thing as such, hut with its
possibilities of exploitation. If a man of another faith wants to marry a woman and
demands her conversion in exchange for his own promise to work for her, no woman
would hesitate for a moment.

COMMERCIALIZED PRAYERS

For most men all that remains of the religious faith of childhood are a few conditioned
behavioral reflexes, such as love of truth, the enjoyment of honest, hard work, or a
pleasure in non-freedom.

From the moral point of view, everyone should have the right to lie. It helps us to
stave off society's often too bold attempts to supervise us and thus minimizes our
own personal fight for existence. The disadvantage of lying is that if everyone does it,
it loses its usefulness. If anyone is gullible enough to believe something that is not
true, he must himself love the
truth and assume a similar love in others. Consequently, a lie becomes a luxury: it
has rarity value. The rarity value has to be maintained by incessant denigration, in
the interest of liars. Therefore, it is very important that women teach men love of
truth: for only if he loves truth, is she able to afford the luxury of lying.

For contemporary society to survive at all, men must believe in truth. They do the
work, and no practical, i.e., logical, system can function on lies. In the highly
developed system of contemporary society, where all labor is divided, each man
must be able to work with, and rely on, the other. If men were to take to lying when
the moment seemed opportune, say in matters such as train schedules, freighters'
capacities, or the amount of fuel left in an airplane's tank, the effect on our
commercial system would be disastrous. Within a very short time there would be
complete chaos.
Women, however, can lie with a clear conscience. They are not involved in the
process of work, so their lies will harm only one person - usually the husband. And, if
it is not discovered, it is not a lie at all - it is `feminine guile.' The only crime that does
not come under this heading is physical unfaithfulness, which a man will not forgive.
As a man has been conditioned by women's self-abasement, it seems natural to him
that she should use guile, weak and dependent creature that she is, as the only way
in which she can hope to guide this powerful, sex-obsessed giant, this unfortunate,
wretched `animal.' It is no wonder that women, having proved guile a success, talk
quite openly about it. You will read about it in one of their favorite media, women's
magazines. Mothers hand it out as advice to their daughters. Why not? It is quite
justified, since all their comfort depends on it, for they are frequently forced to exploit
the same man, first the mother's husband and later, perhaps, if the mother lives
under the same roof, the daughter's husband. After all their whole future comfort
depends on whether he comes to heel.

Of course, women would never openly forbid a man to lie. They simply associate
lying with repugnance. This is easily done by means of the chosen system of
religious faith which connects lying with the idea of fictional punishment, or by a kind
of personal magic. If a mother tells her child not to lie to her because it is `bad,' he
will automatically have a guilty conscience if he does. She does not even need to be
specific about this `badness.' The child believes her implicitly, is dependent on her,
and relies upon what she tells him. He believes she would never lie. This is
nonsense, of course, for mothers constantly tell their children the most barefaced
lies. The same magic is involved when, later on, a woman convinces her husband
that unfaithfulness is something squalid and wretched: `You must never deceive
me,' or if she happens to be one of those `tolerant' wives: 'It's not so had if you
deceive me, but you must never, under any circumstances, leave me.' A generous
woman! And he will obey her order, for such it is, without doubting its justification.
Once in a while he will sleep with another woman, but he will rarely leave his wife,
although her admission of boundless indifference should be a signal to him to leave
her at once!

Only one circumstance in a man's life will ever make him tell a lie and that is when
he, as a result of pent-up desire, has slept with another woman, although he dearly
loves his own wife. He is so afraid of the possible consequences (she might do the
same thing herself!) that he will suffer the most agonizing pangs of conscience rather
than admit the truth. But if he has merely smashed up the car and maybe even killed
someone in the process, if he has behaved treacherously toward someone else, or
taken a day off from work, he would rather clear his conscience and tell her.

A woman's reactions are exactly the opposite. She will keep quiet about absolutely
everything except her interest in another man or that man's interest in her; if two or
three other men are attracted, she will use the situation to her advantage by
advertising it at once. She tells her husband just to make sure he knows there is
someone else to look after her if necessary This alone is enough to make a man get
a move on and increase his rate of output immediately.

We have already mentioned man's desire to be unfree. This leads to religious fervor
and prayer, a fact which is still true today, for pop songs are only a modified version
of childhood prayers. The god of former days has been conveniently replaced by the
goddess, woman, who is right at hand. Man's happiness really does depend on
woman. Even the content of the prayers remains virtually the same: the longing to
submit oneself to a higher power, a plea for her to listen to him and be merciful, or
simple idealization. It doesn't matter whether one says, `So take my hands...' or And
thy right hand shall hold me...' or `Fly me to the moon...' It all amounts to the same in
the end. Some modern records do still praise the old god, but only the choice of
words shows they are not directly referring to women: 'Thou who makest all things
grow...'

Prayers and religious songs, i.e., prayers to music, ease existential anxiety. They
appeal to a superego on whose every whim happiness depends. This superego
allows us to relax and accept life, and frees us from the pursuit of happiness, for
everything lies in the hands of our god. As man grows older, his fear increases. He
has come to realize why it is justified, and, increasingly, his wish to let go grows too,
this need to relax for a few moments at least and to commit himself to this almighty
power. In the old days intellectual men used to work out their fears by writing love
poems which took the place of prayer and calmed them down. Nowadays this form of
adoration has become superfluous; the current supply of pop songs -
the dark longings of men naturally commercialized at their own expense - increases,
and their lyrics, for example those of The Beatles, satisfy the most sophisticated of
tastes.

There are, of course, also some hits sung specifically in praise of men. Those few
are usually songs first made popular by a male singer and then sung by a woman. In
general, however, women only sing hymns to love which, since men need them for
love, is almost the same as singing hymns to themselves. Still, at some stage they
discovered that they could sing their own praises without being too obvious, and ever
since women have ceased to worry. They praise their own magnificence, their
fickleness, their cruelty, and the self-complacency with which they give themselves to
men - whether to save or destroy them.

When Marlene Dietrich sang in The Blue Angel that `love is my world and my nature
and nothing else,' `all I can do is make love that's all,' and `men flutter around me like
moths and burn up and I can't help it,' she was expressing just these sentiments. If
women can think of themselves as divine, just how divine must they be!

In real life, of course, women are far more subtle in their exploitation of the male sex
than in that film. They don't ruin men immediately - they are quite prepared to take a
whole lifetime over it. After all, who is going to kill the goose that lays so many golden
eggs? That is why men were able to laugh over the wretched figure of Professor
Unrath instead of recognizing in him a portrait of themselves.

Think of Nancy Sinatra's great hit These boots are made for walking, which says the
same in a slightly different way: `One of these days, these boots are gonna walk all
over you'. A hit indeed - for it satisfies man's need and longing for a cruel goddess on
the one hand - and woman's claim to omnipotence on the other.

SELF-CONDITIONING

The ideal of any trainer would be to bring an animal to a level where it is capable of
training itself. This is something which still has to be achieved. But man is not an
animal, and there comes a point when he does continue his own training, because
he is much more intelligent than his female trainer. This will work only as long as he
never forgets the purpose of his education and keeps both reward and punishment in
mind at all times.

The world of pop songs is one example of man's efforts at self-manipulation. The
best example of self-conditioning, however, is to be found in the advertising industry.
In advertising man does not idealize woman from any masochist tendency. It is
purely a question of survival. Only his exploiters, women, have sufficient time and
money to buy and consume all his products. To supply the woman inhabiting his
ranch house with purchasing power, he has no choice but to cultivate legions of other
women who have as much satisfaction as his own wife in spending. They will then
buy his goods and keel) his wife in pocket money. This is the beginning of a vicious
circle - a vicious circle which turns faster and faster until he cannot keep up with it
anymore and someone else has to take over. There is no getting off and running
away.

Market-research institutes investigate what they like to call subliminal female stimuli
(the conscious ones have long since been satisfied) and then sell their discoveries to
manufacturers. The latter then hurry to fill these so-called gaps, in the consumer
market, as if there were in fact such things. Or sometimes they work in reverse. The
producer invents a new article which he believes might appeal to women and then
hires an advertising agency to create the necessary consumer interest - sometimes
with success, sometimes without. The American craze for prefabricated houses, for
example, has not caught on to a large extent in any of the European countries.

Every few years a wave of indignation sweeps over the male ranks as a result of this
expensive fostering of the female craze for consumption. They have been blinded by
the stereotyped image of woman as victim of male exploitation to such an extent that
they do not realize that they themselves are, in fact, the sufferers. They maintain that
women's naivety and their gullible, i.e., `stupid' natures are exploited by advertisers
for the purpose of increasing sales. One day these men will get around to asking
themselves who is really being exploited. Is it the creature whose innermost wishes
are sought out. coddled, and fulfilled, or is it he who in his desire to retain the
affections of the woman seeks out, coddles and fulfils them? It has always been one
of man's greatest aims in life to fulfill woman's innermost desires, in fact to anticipate
her every wish, as contemporary women's fiction still puts it. They have achieved
their goal: there is practically no female desire left undiscovered and probably very
few which could not, if necessary, be fulfilled.

The result is that women are getting increasingly more stupid, while men grow more
and more intelligent. The gap between the sexes is widening constantly, making
mutual understanding virtually impossible. But no one seems to notice.

One of the basic principles of biology is that intelligence develops only in the face of
competitive stimulation. Women however, stand outside every competitive field. The
glut of modern conveniences dulls their brains, reducing what little is left of their
capacity for thought. Man, on the other hand, prodded by the need to create this
comfort, to open up new sources of income, has to exert himself more and more.

Surrounded by this ever-increasing comfort, the female sex is changing for the
worse. The concept of femininity, used to be applied to a woman who had the ability
to hear children. It was also applied to venality. The definition must be enlarged to
include imbecility.

If Marx is right and the word `being' determines the extent of man's `being aware,' the
pill, for instance, would determine sexual mores and the atom bomb would stalemate
the ideologies of peace; to the same extent the self-awareness of Western woman,
whose situation in life has changed ('improved') basically over the last twenty, years,
is now in a state of acute transformation. This metamorphosis, which can only result
in the utter stultification of woman, is all the more dangerous because no one seems
to have noticed it. Woman's image is no longer created by woman but by advertising
- that is, by man - and if anyone even starts to doubt the truth Of woman's value, then
there are a hundred snippy advertising slogans ready at hand to disprove such a
thought Advertising says that woman is witty, intelligent, creative, imaginative, warm-
hearted, practical, and capable. Smiling sweetly, with all the airs of a goddess, she
dispenses the latest discovery in instant drinks to her grateful brood. Her husband's
eyes follow her adoringly as she serves up a new precooked meal, which is so much
more to his taste. Or maybe she hands him a Turkish towel which is even softer than
usual - the result of a new rinse. This image of woman, created by man in order to
sell his goods, is repeated incessantly with the help of mass media throughout the
Western hemisphere; and each day it is being reinforced. How could anyone dare to
admit, even to himself, that in reality women are unimaginative, stupid, and
insensitive? It would obviously be too much to expect of women - and it is an
admission men cannot afford.

Woman buys, man sells. But one does not convince a customer by saying, `It's good.
You've got to buy it.' Instead we say, `You're marvellous! You deserve the best. Why
should you make do with anything less? You've earned your comfort - you are
entitled to it!' So, on top of everything else, man has to flatter woman because he
needs her as a customer.

It is striking that the trick men are using here appears similar to the one used by
women to train men. But, sadly, it is not, since man turns it against himself. She
praises him to get him to work for her, but he praises her to make her spend his
money. If a man flatters and talks his neighbor's wife into buying new wall-to-wall
carpeting for her living room, he must realize that this same neighbor will sell his own
wife a bathtub, the next day. How else could he pay for the carpeting?

Man is caught in a trap of his own making. While outside the struggle for money is
becoming fiercer and fiercer, at home his wife is growing more moronic, and from day
to day his house fills up with more junk and knick-knacks, thereby financing the
stultification of her husband's competitors wives. Men, who in fact prefer the plain
and functional, every day find themselves more deeply entangled in the undergrowth
of superfluous ornamentation and all kinds of embellishments. In their living rooms
the porcelain cats, barstools, glass-topped tables, candelabra, and silk cushions pile
up; in their bedrooms the walls are papered with floral patterns; in their cabinets a
dozen different kinds of glasses are lined up; and if they look for a place to put their
razors in the bathroom, all the shelves are filled with the thousand creams and
cosmetics of their artfully made-up wives.

It is interesting that nearly the only products sold are those of benefit to women:
sports cars (with which to entice her), luxury goods (for women), or household
appliances (also for women, since the house actually belongs to her - man is, in fact,
a homeless creature, moving constantly between office and house). Women would
be delighted to buy things for their husbands for whatever occasion, using the latter's
money of course (they give ties, sport shirts, ashtrays, wallets, as often as possible).
The problem is that a man needs so very little: his clothing is standardized, hence
inexpensive; his consumption of food and drink is restricted in case it affects his work
capacity; and he has no time to consume other goods - except cigarettes, which he
smokes at work.

Industry has made every effort to get men interested in after-shave lotions, hair
sprays, or gaily colored leisure wear, but usually in vain. Only young men will take to
the latest short-lived fashion: their earning potential, however, is too low to interest
women. Rich men, whom women `love' anyway, and artists, who act as a kind of
court jester to them, are allowed to sport the latest `in' clothes, and homosexuals,
maybe - but not the average man.

Another example of this is Father's Day, which is still not very popular in spite of all
the advertising, whereas Mother's Day is a bonanza for everyone concerned. The
best thing men can do on their day of celebration is retire to a bar and have a few
beers in peace.

Apart from eating, drinking, and smoking, sex is the only activity where man is an
independent consumer: he must he able to satisfy his sexual urge. No wonder whole
branches of industry are given over to this trade, taking advantage of this need to
make him even more lustful and to persuade him to buy goods which merely serve to
increase his desire. Satisfaction, of course, is another matter. That has to be had
from a woman at the customary price.

As such firms are usually run by men, in order to make a living a man finds himself in
the embarrassing position of having to make lechers of his fellow males. He caters to
male desire for women in every conceivable way and proceed much like Alexander
Pavlov and his dog, establishing conditioned reflexes. Pavlov made his clog's mouth
water merely by ringing a bell which meant `dinner.' In this case, man encourages his
fellow men to get an erection by producing photos of half-naked breasts, by means of
a suggestive sigh in a popular song, perhaps, or by writing a certain sentence in a
book.

That is why man will invent a whole range of methods of obtaining an erection, which
another man will have to pay for. And of course, this mechanism does not bring
returns only to manufacturers of erotica. All other industries take advantage of it, too.
Presents for women are sold to men by means of a picture of an attractive female
bosom. A man will read a book, or see a movie because he hopes it will give him a
kick. And as a secondary effect, he may suddenly feel the desire to go around the
world with his woman, to buy a weekend cottage in the mountains or to get a sports
car.

The American men's magazine Playboy provides us will, one of the best proofs of
man's methods of self-conditioning. Sandwiched between wonderful pairs of naked
breasts are excellent articles of a highly theoretical nature to entertain him and to
offer him respite between erections; all of this is padded with offers of expensive
cars, liquor, unnecessary clothing, and cigarettes.

Women are highly offended by magazines like these. But men have lost all sense of
the grotesque in this situation. The cult of the bosom has become something quite
independent and depersonalized. The sex industry has told men so often and so
successfully that women's breasts are there to attract him, that he has quite forgotten
their real purpose. The diversion was entirely successful: as a result of the invention
of substitutes for mother's milk, he rarely has a chance to watch a baby feed at its
mother's breast.

CHILDREN AS HOSTAGES

Children are endearing, which in itself is no reason for producing them. The creation
of a child is in effect the creation of an adult - man or woman. Most adult men live in
a state of permanent hell. And the happiness of most women is not only primitive but
obtained mostly at other people's expense, so that there is no justification for
reproducing them. It would be mistaken to maintain that only women are interested in
having children. Men want them, too. Children are one of the two or three excuses by
which they justify their subjection to women. Women, on the other hand, need
children to justify their laziness, stupidity, and lack of responsibility. Both sexes
exploit the child, therefore, for their own ends.

Although the whole world is full of half-starved orphans, every couple produces its
own brood. Man must have a reason to be enslaved when, later on, his sexual
powers have declined, and this reason must also explain his enslavement to a
particular woman. This is simple. She is, after all, the mother of his children. Since
woman is the excuse for his subjugation. he can have only one at a time (in every
industrial society, man is monotheistic - i.e., monogamous); more than one god
(woman) would make him insecure, lead him to question his own identity, and throw
him back into the state of freedom he is constantly trying to escape.

Questions such as this do not interest woman. As she does not think abstractly, the
problems of existential anxiety do not touch her. She has no need for a deity to give
meaning to her life. All she needs is an excuse for making one particular man work
for her long after he ceases to want to go to bed with her. This excuse is provided by
bearing his children. If men outnumbered women three to one, a woman would not
hesitate to have a child by each of three men and let each of them work for his own
child, that is, for her, and play the three men off against each other. Their
achievements - and her comfort - would thereby be enormously increased. It is a
popular misconception that woman is less inclined to polygamy than man.

When a man engenders children. he gives a woman hostages in hopes that she will
exploit him forever. It is the only thing that gives him some sort of stability, and the
only way of justifying the senseless slavery to which he has been conditioned. When
he works for his wife and child, it is less important that he is supporting two particular
human beings who do not look after themselves (one will not because she is female,
and the other cannot because he is too small): he is working for a system which
embraces everything in this world that is poor, helpless, and in need of protection
(poor, helpless, and in need of protection as such) and which, so he believes, really
needs him.

Thanks to wife and child, man has acquired an excuse, an artificial justification for his
wretched existence, for his subjection. He calls this arbitrarily created system, this
holy unit, his 'family.' Woman accepts his services in the name of the `family,'
accepts the hostages he entrusts to her, and proceeds to carry out his desires by
binding him ever more tightly to her and blackmailing him until he dies. And whose
gain is it? - hers.

Both man and woman only stand to gain by having children - otherwise they would
not produce them. Man's advantage lies in the fact that he appears to lead a more
meaningful life and that he is able to become a slave forever - and woman has all the
other advantages. These must be considerable, for any female today has the choice
between a professional life or having children, and nearly all of them choose children.

This may suggest that women decide in favor of a home and family simply because
they love children. But women are not capable of the unconditional love a child
should have. This can easily be proved. Women only care for their own children,
never those of others. A woman will accept a child who is not her flesh and blood
only when she is physically incapable of having her own (and this only after
everything has been tried - including artificial insemination by an unknown donor).

Although orphanages throughout the world are full of appealing, needy children, and
although the newspapers and TV report daily on the number of little Africans,
Indians, or South Americans who are starving to death, a woman would rather give a
stray dog or cat a home than a deserted child. And yet she pretends to love children.
It is difficult to prove that women do not really love children, that they use them only
to their own advantage. After all, pregnancy, childbirth, and the care of an infant are
not without some degree of unpleasantness and discomfort. Such factors are
unimportant, however, when one considers what a woman is getting in exchange:
lifelong security, comfort, and freedom from responsibility What would a man have to
do to achieve a situation vaguely resembling a woman's state?

That pregnancy is not as unpleasant as it is made out to be, has by now reached
even the ears of men. Many women feel healthier when expecting a child, and it is
becoming fashionable to admit it openly. Why Should they worry if they look ugly and
unattractive, their figures lumpy, skin spotty, hair stringy, and legs swollen? They are
not after a man now. They already have one. He, of course, has no choice but to
watch his butterfly turn into a caterpillar. He did it, after all! It is his child she is
expecting, his child who is deforming her. What right has he to find her clumsy and
repulsive? And, after all, she is losing her youth because of him.

As far as giving birth itself is concerned, the fantasies still surrounding it are so hair-
raising that it would never occur to man that women bear children for their own sake
and not for his. The phrase, 'she presented him with a child,' so popular in the novels
of previous centuries, may well have gone out of use in contemporary literature. But
it has been fixed in the consciousness of men, and when the offspring, arrives they
are filled with feelings of guilt because of the sufferings of the woman (not those of
the newborn infant, please note).

Yet a man only, has to imagine that, in return for spending six hours at the dentist, he
will be offered a sinecure for life: he would certainly accept such an offer. Of course,
difficult births do occur, but they are as a rule painless since the advent of
anesthetics. In general, a woman suffers no more during childbirth than she would
during a prolonged session at the dentist. What women tell men about giving birth is
usually shamelessly exaggerated. The ear-splitting shrieks from the delivery rooms
which penetrate their ears are no more than a sign of the same lack of self-control
and pride that we have already dealt with at length elsewhere. Painless birth has
existed for years. By doing exercises women can train themselves to have their
children without anesthetics or discomfort. It would be to women's advantage to
decide whether or not having a child is painful. As long as some say one thing and
others something else, they lose credibility and thus damage their common interest.

Of course, an assumed air of helplessness and a subsequent excuse for spending

their lives doing easy work without a boss ordering them around is not the only
reason why women produce little human beings. One day, for example, a woman
may discover that her body functions rather like a slot machine. You put in something
insignificant and trifling, and something different and fabulous falls out. Of course she
is tempted to try this wonderful game. And when she has played it once, she will
repeat it over and over again. It nearly always works: exactly nine months later out
comes a human being. She is astonished and delighted. The operation of this slot
machine is fundamentally as legitimate as when a person hits another on the head
(and the latter immediately collapses). simply because it is biologically possible. If
each game with her body slot machine did not involve some future effort, she would
soon become insatiable. So she draws the line: at the point where one more child
would increase her work load and decrease her security and comfort.

As a rule this limit is easily determined - usually by the degree of automation in any
one household. In highly industrialized countries, the average woman aims at having
two or three children. In North America, where housework is almost wholly
automated, the optimum is nearer three. In Western Europe (where certain
appliances are not yet used) the ideal is nearer two. An only child is seldom
desirable, and more than three are considered antisocial because of their noise and
the smell of washing.

An only child affords no benefits, only disadvantages. The woman never seems as
unprotected and tied to her home as she should he. Apart from that, something might
happen to the child, possibly when the mother is past child-bearing age. Then she
would have no excuse left for having things made comfortable for her, and her
husband would have no reason to go on working for her alone. Also, an only child
has no playmate, and the mother would have to play with him; if there is anything a
woman loathes, it is having to play with children. Children are curious about
absolutely everything, but a woman has no interests at all except the few idiotic
forms of entertainment offered by her house and her own body With the best will in
the world, it is difficult for a mother to enter into the adventurous world of a child. She
may have a small repertoire of insipid stock phrases to amuse a toddler (`look who's
coming now'), but by the age of two a child has started to think for himself and
woman is left behind. The cliché about the common interests of father and son
(father cannot stop playing with his son's model railway) cannot be applied to mother
and son, or even to mother and daughter. If a woman makes an effort and spends
half an hour playing with her child (more might stunt its mental development), she
tells the whole world, as if it were a great achievement, which of course it is - in terms
of self-denial.

To guarantee material security and allow a woman to seem helpless and incapable
of
earning a living, two to three children are necessary. This minimizes the risk of old
age without children or grandchildren who prove their respect and love, their
gratitude to her for being such a good mother and grandmother. Besides, the
children keep each other amused, leaving mother free for `superior' occupations,
sewing, for example, or baking. Her maternal care consists of locking the children in
a room together and coming in only when one of them gets hurt and screams loud
enough to summon her.

It follows that raising and training two or more children is much easier than bringing
up one. To instill obedience into an only child, the mother has to evolve complex
methods to outsmart and persuade it, and get it to see reason; or it has to be
punished. Since this is a nuisance, a mother usually leaves it to the father. Several
children, on the other hand, can be trained by emotional blackmail. As they are all
dependent on their mother's approval, she has only to show a slight preference for
one and the others will do anything she tells them to. Every child lives in constant
fear that its mother will withdraw her 'love' and give it to someone else. And if this
fear does not create affection between siblings (as if woman would care!), it at least
increases their competitiveness and performance. Even later, when the children have
long since grown up. they will still vie with each other for their mother's respect. The
sons satisfy their ambitions in their work, the daughters in the amassing of property.
From time to time they all gather together and return to mother. Mother, of course,
regards this as a sign of their affection and likes to call the interest her children take
in each other's progress `a sense of family.´ On such occasions each renders an
accounting of his or her latest acquisitions.

But all these advantages hold true when there are only two or three children. A
woman with more than three, usually because of an oversight on her part or religious
beliefs on her husband's, will have plenty to occupy her for a few years, even with the
freedom to organize her own timetable and without the responsibility of earning their
daily bread. A sense of responsibility as far as the children are concerned is, in any
case, alien to woman. The increased activity only lasts until the youngest child
reaches nursery-school age. There is, however, one further small advantage in
having a large family - the husband is unlikely to leave before all the children are
grown up. A man who leaves his wife with four or more children, even if he cannot
stand the sight of her a moment longer, is considered almost a criminal in our
society.

However, by the time the children have started school, most of even a prolific
woman's work is done. Once again she has time and money enough to enjoy herself
to a certain extent. She will go to the hairdresser, arrange flowers in vases, paint her
furniture according to the latest suggestions in women's magazines, and care for her
valuable body. In most Western countries, school lasts all day and in the few places
where it does not, men are busying themselves with their customary vigor to change
the system. They have established through their research that children who are not
exposed to the influence of their mothers for half a day can develop their mental
faculties faster and therefore are capable of greater achievements later on. The
practical application of this discovery, which women do not consider at all humiliating
- after all, they lack man's sense of honor and therefore cannot be offended in this
way - is therefore doubly in their own interest.

WOMEN'S VICES

A pile of linen, neatly ironed, lies in the closet. The roast is nicely browned all over. A
curl falls in exactly the right place over the forehead. The pink of the nail varnish
matches exactly the pink of the lipstick. The laundry, clean and fresh, is fluttering in
the breeze. Ten pairs of shoes stand clean and shiny in a row, The windows are
polished till they make the passers-by blink. The husband went off to work on time.
The children are playing in the sun. Everything is perfect, and woman's world is one
hundred percent in order. At such time their sense of pleasure and happiness
reaches its zenith. And just to make sure this exhilaration lasts, a woman will quickly
bake another cake, water the rubber plant near the living-room window, or get on
with knitting a sweater for her youngest child.

Those who do not work have very different pleasures from those who do. A woman
does not laze around on a Couch. surrounded by newspapers. Man's idea of
idleness is quite different (and that is why she appears so industrious to him). A
woman does not want to stay at home just to rest (what has she, after all, to rest
from?) - but she is addicted to pleasure and she needs time for her pleasures. And
what are they? Baking cakes, ironing the laundry, making clothes, cleaning windows,
curling her hair, painting her toenails and sometimes even - and we will come to this
later - doing a little shorthand and typing. And just to make sure that no one
recognizes the fact that for her all this is pleasure, she calls these pleasures
`housework.' She is only indulging in orgies of `personal hygiene' to please her
partner. And if one of her silly little pleasures is to sit at a desk in an outer office,
translating ready-made thoughts (ready-made since they are provided by
professional men) into a visual medium, well, let her call it `stimulating mental work.'
In this way woman and her coterie indulge in a great, permanent party and live in a
world of freedom and rationalized happiness, removed from any responsibility. They
occupy a realm man would never dare to dream of, a world he believes to be the
domain of hippies, a life to be found, perhaps, in the carefree South Sea Islands - but
never so close to home.

Of course, there would be nothing to object to in these harmless orgies of pleasure if

only men recognized them for what they really are. But it is a pity that they ruin their
own lives believing that women's lot is worse. It is quite impossible for a man to
imagine that this represents happiness to the opposite sex. They would have to
realize that it is woman's nature to he able to enjoy amusements at the lowest and
most monotonous level, and such boundless idiocy is beyond male comprehension.

Not even psychologists can grasp it, although they spend their lives studying the
female mind. Being men, they must find it more interesting than their own. But it
would never occur to them for a minute that woman's so-called psyche is
unfathomable merely because of the absence of intelligence; that feminine work
appears unattractive to the male only because he is incapable of imagining the
required degree of stupidity necessary to be able to enjoy it.

These experts have discovered that most schoolgirls do Well in subjects that do not
require thought, that can be memorized, such as languages (to have a good memory
can, as is well known, also be a sign of feeble-mindedness) or that, like mathematics,
follow strict
rules which again are learned by rote, while other subjects (physics, chemistry,
biology) are beyond them. From this it does not follow that these girls lack
intelligence but that there is a `typical feminine' intelligence: that this kind of
`intelligence' is a developed (not innate) kind of stupidity. The last original thought the
average female child utters will be around age five. After that, her completely
imbecile mother takes care to suppress any sign of budding intelligence.

Most men will never admit the depth of their wives' stupidity'. They agree that women
are not terribly clever, but grant them `intuition' or instinct instead. And they like to
call this a feminine instinct as opposed to that of an animal. Unfortunately, this
famous feminine instinct is really nothing but a euphemism for statistical probability.
Women interfere and give opinions about everything and, since they are so stupid,
they don't realize that they are making fools of themselves. According to the law of
averages, their forecasts will be correct now and again. In any case, most of their
predictions are negative or vague. Banalities such as: `It can only end in disaster,' or
`I´d steer clear of that, if I were you,' or `Your so-called friends will only let you down
in the end' are meaningless. Anyone would be safe making such generalizations.
And if, occasionally, women do see more clearly than men, it is only because their
feelings, unlike those of men, are never involved.

Women's silliness is but the natural result of their attitude to life. By the age of five,
any girl will have been persuaded that she wants to get married and have a home
and children; and when girls are ten, fifteen, or twenty, they still want the same
things. So if a woman decides, even as a child, to live at man's expense, what good
will intelligence and reasoning be to her? She must keep her mind free for her future
man, otherwise she could not respond to all his inclinations and interests and praise
him for them. As a child, how can she determine what type of man she will marry?
What use would it be if she opted to become a socialist - demonstrating female
students are usually associated with demonstrating male students - when later on
she might decide to marry a well-to-do manufacturer? Suppose she became a
vegetarian (sensitive being that she is) - what happens if she later marries an
Australian cattle farmer? What is the use of a woman becoming an atheist when she
may spend her life within the rose-covered walls of a vicarage?

Would it have helped Jacqueline Bouvier to have developed ideological concepts as

an adolescent? A leaning toward democracy helped her first marriage, with J.F.K., a
leaning toward fascism helped the second. But since she is one of the most
`feminine' of women, she is probably not interested in men's beliefs anyway.
Basically she is interested only in pleasing and influencing women.

In the end it is probably better if a future lady of society has a smattering of the arts,
table manners, and languages so that if she is later in the awkward position of having
to play a role in public life - the wife of a man who plays a role in public life - she can
easily get out of her dilemma. All she has to affirm is that a 'real' woman's place is in
the home, looking after husband and children, and the world will then accept her
attitude as one of remarkable self-effacement and applaud her for it.

Women's stupidity is so overwhelming that anyone who comes into contact with it will
become, in a way, infected by it. That this is not obvious is solely because everybody
has been exposed to it from birth and, as a result, has become inured to it. In
previous years men either ignored it or believed it to be a typically feminine
characteristic which harmed no one. But with the increase in leisure and money to
spend, woman's need for entertainment has grown. Consequently, her imbecility is
spreading into public life as well, reflected not just in vases, bedroom pictures,
brocade curtains, cocktail parties, and Sunday sermons. The mass media have
become more involved in it. Women's programs are gaining ground in radio and
television. And even respectable newspapers print society gossip, crime features,
and fashion news, horoscopes, and cooking recipes. And women's magazines
become every day more numerous and sumptuous on the stands. Step by step, not
only the private sphere of men but all of public life has become infected by this
stupidity.

There are periodicals and books which deal with politics, philosophy, science,
economics, and psychology. There are also those dealing with fashion, cosmetics,
interior decoration, society gossip, cookery, crime, and love affairs. Men read almost
exclusively the first kind, women exclusively the second. Both groups consider each
other's reading matter so repulsive and dreary that they would rather be bored to
death than indulge in it. The fact is, men are more interested in whether there is life
on Mars or whose arguments are more valid in the Sino-Russian frontier dispute than
women are. Women only want to know how to embroider little brown bunny-rabbits,
how to crochet a dress, or whether a certain film star is getting a divorce. So the
sexes continue along their separate paths, each with his or her own horizon, never
establishing real contact with the other. There is only one subject which will arouse
the interest of both, and that is the subject of women.

Naturally some men are not spared the task of reading special women's publications.
Although fashion does not interest most men, it is designed chiefly by male slaves:
and yet women have the nerve to say they bow to the dictates of the great couturiers.
Men also think up other media for female pastimes. In order to be sure such efforts
will be a success, they have to lower themselves to women's mental level to find out
what they like. Since this is nearly impossible for men, they rely very often on a staff
of female editors, who are quite happy to tell them what a woman likes - but from
then on it is the man's responsibility- his tasks will be an attractive layout, better
distribution, and sales promotion.

Magazines serve many purposes in the female world. Some are for entertainment,
others satisfy the craving for gossip, still others give advice on which mask to choose
(Vogue and Harper's Bazaar). There are even magazines which unite the various
spheres of interest (such as Cosmopolitan, Mademoiselle, and Elle). All these
magazines have one thing in common: they ignore men. The subject of men's
magazines, on the other hand, is almost exclusively women. If man is mentioned at
all in a woman's publication, it is only to enumerate his supposed preferences in
women, home, and food: `Wear flesh-colored underwear this summer - men love it';
`Natural make-up is preferable for your first date'; `Use candlelight - it makes him feel
romantic'; `Three recipes to make him love you'- and so on. And because such
wholesale lists of male preferences can only serve to help women catch and hold
any given man, they are really no more than recipes. Readers of such advice are
either still unmarried and therefore shopping for a good worker, or they are married
and thus dependent on keeping what they have already conquered in the way of
manpower. These are directives telling women how to get the best out of the most
reliable robots in the
world, for that is how they regard men. It is not uncommon to see an article entitled
`How to Catch Mr. Right,' `Ten Hints on How to Keep Him in a Good Mood,' and
`Advice for the First Three Years of Married Life.' There is nothing oblique about
articles of this kind: they are as clear and lucid as if they were tips about buying a
car, or washing and caring for a cashmere sweater.

Since the range of subjects likely to interest women is necessarily limited, editors are
frequently at a loss for copy. As a result they have to fall back on the so-called male
themes and, since men's interests are so wide, there are plenty of them. These go
through a complete metamorphosis to suit female readers, the main rule of which is
simple: each article must create the impression that it is basically a report about
women. For example, an account of the life of a former heavyweight champion must
read: Women ruined me.' If a composer is interviewed for an article, he must say at
least once that women are his inspiration, that a melody is `like a pretty girl' - only not
quite so beautiful. With skill, even the most unlikely subjects can he camouflaged to
appeal to women. One can arouse their interest in the defence budget. providing one
dresses up the report as an account of the family life of the Secretary of Defence. It
goes without saying that sufficient space must be allowed for pictures of his wife and
children. Women will read articles on foreign countries if the passage begins: `I
married an Israeli' (Japanese, Egyptian, Chilean), provided the wife in question
comes from the same background as her female readers.

This principle may in fact he applied to any field and is particularly successful with
politics. Political topics can be brought to women's notice only if they can he
persuaded that the action centers on a woman. The war in Vietnam held female
attention only when the press produced the first photos of the legendary Madame
Nhu. The problem of Northern Irish Catholics has become interesting to women only
with the advent of Bernadette Devlin. No number of articles written about the
problems of contemporary Iran helped more toward the understanding of this country
than the tragedy of the barren Soraya.

The first political action of any man who seeks power should be marriage to a
photogenic woman. One can only guess at the advantages there would have been
for Israel Or India had Golda Meir or Indira Gandhi been beautiful according to the
rigid standards of women. Their photos would have graced the covers of illustrated
magazines, instead of those of Grace Kelly or Farah Diba of Iran. Women would then
have react features entitled `The Jewels of Golda Meir,' or `Why Indira Gandhi
Appeals to Men' - and as a side effect the other half of the world, i.e., the rich half,
would be told again and again about the crisis in Israel, or would realize that in India
hundreds of thousands of children are starving to death - children who could easily
he saved for the sums of money spent by women on nail polish and nail polish
remover.

THE MASK OF FEMININITY

There is virtually no difference between an unmade-up, bald, naked, woman and an

unmade-up, bald, naked man, except their reproductive organs. Any other difference
between them is artificially produced. A man becomes a man because he develops
his intelligence and, through its development, his productivity. His appearance
changes very little. A woman becomes a woman by means of gradual stultification
and by deliberately transforming her external appearance, and this differentiation
between the sexes is prompted exclusively by woman.

As we have said, a man is considered masculine only after a series of manipulations

on the part of women. A woman, on the other hand, is the author of her own
transformation and produces femininity by means of cosmetics, hair style, and
clothes. This femininity, synthetic in origin, consists of two different components:
emphasis on secondary sexual characteristics and distancing herself by means of
masks. Woman makes use of various types of masks in order to make the difference
between herself and a given man as conspicuous as possible.

The first component serves to make her desirable to man. the second to make her
mysterious to him. She herself thus creates the equivocal, unknown `opposite sex,'
making it easier for him to accept his enslavement. Thanks to the wide range of
possible transformations each woman can offer a man - and a `real' woman varies
her looks just a little every day - she keeps him in a state of constant bewilderment
While he is still trying to find yesterday's woman in today's, she gains time to achieve
her own ends. She will maneuvre the man into an untenable position, all the time
skilfully distracting his attention from the stench of a rotting mind beneath the
pleasing mask.

Woman regards her natural self merely as the raw material of a woman. Not the raw
material but the end result has to be judged. Unmade-up, without curls and bracelets
and necklaces, women are not yet really present. This explains why they do not mind
running around in curlers or with cold cream on their faces. It is not `they' at that
stage - they are still occupied with the process of becoming `them.' They succeed
with this sort of make-believe all the more easily because they are not hampered by
any kind of intelligence.

No effort is so great that woman will not make it in order to achieve this
metamorphosis. No make-up can cost too much, or take too long to put on, when it is
a question of the final product which will distinguish them so markedly from men. By
rubbing cream into their skins they make them smoother than men's. Their hair is
curled or worn long for the same reason. They do not put black mascara around their
eyes for the sake of beauty - it is to make their eyes differ from male eyes - strange,
mysterious, disturbing.

All this was the original purpose of the female masquerade, but it has almost been
forgotten now. In the course of the last few decades, the average middle-class
married woman has developed from a rather busy domestic servant into a kind
demimondaine, well padded with the comforts provided by men. As a result of this,
her former games, which were for the
specific purpose of transforming her appearance, have become an end in
themselves. And since amusing themselves with their own bodies is their favorite
game, and well-to-do middle-class wives frequently have nothing else to do, they
occupy themselves in this way. What is more, they are encouraged to do so by men.
After all, it is men who manufacture their cosmetics, design their fashions and hair
styles, and make a living by doing so; they do their best to provide these women with
new variations, helped by the editors of women's magazines and by women's radio
programs. In fact, women have almost succeeded in producing a totally new feminine
culture, a sort of women's arts and crafts. In this sanctuary they live among
themselves, disturbed by none, being led to heights, or rather into depths, where no
man can follow, apart from those specialized slave laborers mentioned above.

`Take care your lips stay smooth,' advises, for example, one well-known magazine -
this to a woman who complained of badly chapped lips. 'Brush your lips daily with a
wet toothbrush and use a lip salve with regularity Never use pearl lipsticks - they
settle more easily into the cracks.' `Don't forget to take your measurements,' the
editor goes on to advise all women. 'Your pelvic dimensions should never be more
than nine inches larger than your waist, nor three and a half inches more than your
bust.' `Always brush your eyebrows into a becoming sweep before outlining them in
pencil. And never draw the in with one straight arch. Instead, follow each hair with a
separate stroke. It will look completely natural if the lines are vertical nearest the
bridge of the nose and carfully toned with two different colors, for instance, gray and
brown mixed together.' Always keep a mirror in your kitchen. It will help you control
your face. You will notice if you frown or make faces while you are cooking, or if your
hair is in disarray.'

Women are grateful for all these rules. They have not enough imagination to think
them out for themselves. They follow them religiously, measuring their pelvic
dimensions, brushing their lips, outlining their eyebrows and hanging up little mirrors
in the kitchen to avoid wrinkles caused by thinking. And when they have done all this,
more fun and games are waiting. There are actually women today who bathe their
breasts daily in cold water for ten minutes. (`It makes them firm.') There are women
who oil their bodies all over every morning - and not following medical advice. There
are those who twist their hair around thirty-odd curlers every few days and spend at
least half an hour making up their eyes. And as they, thanks to all these efforts
which, a man feels, are totally absurd anyhow, grow stranger, more incalculable, and
more feminine with each passing day, it is often precisely this type of woman who
attracts the most willing slaves.

In the meantime, the game goes on. Anyone who wants to join in the game, to keep
up with the coterie, has to observe more and more new rules. For women's demands
on each other are enormous. Men have long since dropped out of the game. The
opportunities for entertainment offered by one's body have increased enormously
and will go on doing so though, of course, it is inevitable that many women cannot
keep up the pace. These will return to their other source of entertainment: the home.

As the amount of money available to women depends on the husband's income,

women are divided into classes. There are those who have an excellent mask, those
whose mask is good, and those whose masquerade is merely adequate. The first
group become the idols of all the others, and, thanks to the manipulated man the
constant efforts of their public-relations organisations, provide a kind of vicarious
gratification for them.

Even for a woman with an average type of mask, the rules are getting more and
more complicated. If she goes swimming, for example, her make-up must be
waterproof, her legs and armpits hairless, her body oiled, and her hair completely
hidden by a cap covered with rubber flowers. For the supermarket, a matt base with
a dab of rouge and light brown mascara is the thing. Funerals require a pale make-
up to enhance the effect of her black lace mantilla and an almost invisible lipstick.
For a few minutes at a cocktail party, the preparations of dressing and make-up will
take hours. There was a time when only one shade of eye shadow was sufficient.
Now it must be three: white, gold and green, for example. Her lips must be cared for
with salves, lip liners, mother-of-pearl lipstick, and powder. False eyelashes, no
longer stuck on in one strip, must be carefully gummed in position, one by one. That
is `more natural.' Her own coiffure must be embellished with an additional hairpiece -
and both must always be freshly shampooed and curled. For eye make-up alone the
following are basic essentials: false lashes, a special glue, tweezers for putting the
lashes in place, mascara, eye liner, three shades of eye shadow, two shades of
eyebrow pencil, powder for the brows, plus a specially angled brush for application, a
small brush for the eyebrows, oil-based pads for removing the make-up and special
cream to soothe the eyes.
Men adore their women and want them to be divine (exotic, iridescent, that is,
feminine). At the same time they have no desire to watch their hours of slavish
narcissistic primping and are getting more and more uncomfortable. They will never
understand the pleasure a woman takes in housework, and to them the make-up
process is just as degrading. Every man knows that he himself could not care less if
a woman wears three colors of eye shadow or one, just as he knows he has no need
of lace curtains or rubber plants in the living room. But he appreciates that other
men, or society, demand this of a woman, and he feels intensely sorry because he
believes himself to be responsible for this degrading state of affairs.

Since he realises that he and the other members of his sex are interested only in
woman's external appearance (for what else is there to interest him?), he assumes
that his wife's tireless efforts to make herself into an object of desire and to create a
certain mystique by means of make-up (which, however, should not be exaggerated)
are the signs of an excessive zeal to please him. Of course he feels guilty - and
rather touched. Thanks to his primitive needs, he believes that he is making woman
into this object of his desires; he believes he is suppressing all her worthwhile
qualities, which are, in fact, nowhere to be found. As usual he is missing the truth by
a hair's breadth. It is in his own interest to deny the fact that this whole development
is tantamount to the highest level of feminine culture and that women do not, by
means of fashion and cosmetics, make themselves into objects, but rather their
ceaseless preoccupation with such matters corresponds to the mental activities of
infinitely primitive subjects.

And there is something else he does not know: a woman does not only recreate
herself from day to day, so to speak, getting further and further away from her true
self just for the sake
of entertainment. This cult satisfies her minimal need for a religion as well, a need
which, as we have already seen, depends on her low level of intelligence. Every step
in this process of transformation requires a totally neutral critical observation of self.
It forces a woman to regard herself constantly with the eyes of a female stranger,
and to test the result of her labors, in terms of that onlooker's eyes, a thousand times
a day. If the transformation is a success in those critical eyes, if it passes criticism,
she can (still in the eyes of this stranger) indulge in unrestrained self-admiration.
Thanks to this trick, she is, as it were, in a position to worship at her own feet, and is
therefore to a large extent exempt from every system designed to satisfy a man's
pleasure in non-freedom, systems such as ideologies, religions, or glorifications of
some other being.

Women are so preoccupied with self and with beautification that men have come to
the logical conclusion that, even if women paid any attention to them, they would
never be considered handsome. There is an old saying that men do not need to be
good-looking: many men will, without a second thought, repeat this piece of wisdom.
But even if he made an effort, woman would never find man handsome. How could
woman, who takes such pleasure in her own ridiculous masquerade, appreciate an
unmade-up, conventionally dressed man? What else would this be but the first step,
the raw material, the preliminary sketch for a further stage in human development? In
a sense this implies that all men must be ugly in woman's eyes - and this frees her to
choose according to his income and the standard of living he may be able to offer
her.

Particularly sensitive men seem to have realized this recently and are trying to
become beautiful according to the standard of women and for once make an
impression on them by means of their outward appearance. In the main, however,
these attempts to break away from convention have been doomed to failure. In the
first place, men could hardly achieve something overnight which women have been
cultivating for centuries: man's long hair is never as silky nor his skin as delicate as a
woman's. His clothes will never be as exquisitely extravagant. And, in the second
place, the vast armies of enslaved men have thrown these deserters out of their
ranks and shut them off from earning a proper living.

Today there are few men who wear a mask. Those who do - Poets, painters, rock
musicians, journalists, actors, hippies, photographers - need just this sort of disguise
in order to earn their money, rather as a kind of contemporary court jester. Of course,
most of these men have a woman around, someone to put his earnings to immediate
use. A poet has his muse, a painter his model, a rock musician his groupie. All of
these women live off men, If all men took to growing their hair long, or to wearing
chains with pendants around their necks - which, after all, is possible, for every
hundred years or so there have been slight changes in men's fashions due to
changed working conditions - their long hair would be cut to a uniform length, and
those chains around their necks would become a replacement for ties, just as
discreet and inconspicuous.

THE BUSINESS WORLD AS A HUNTING GROUND

There are many women who take their place in the working world of today.
Secretaries and shop assistants, factory workers and stewardesses - not to mention
those countless hearty, young women who populate the colleges and universities in
ever-increasing numbers. One might even get the impression that woman's nature
had undergone a radical change in the last twenty years. Today's young women
appear to be less unfair than their mothers. They seem to have decided - perhaps
out of pity for their victims - not to exploit men any more, but to become, in truth, their
partners.

The impression is deceptive. The only truly important act in any woman's life is the
selection of the right partner. In any other choice she can afford to make a mistake.
Consequently. she will look for a man where he works or studies and where she can
best observe and judge the necessary masculine qualities she values. Offices,
factories, colleges, and universities are, to her, nothing but gigantic marriage
markets.

The particular field chosen by any young woman as a hunting ground will depend to
a large extent on the level of income of the man who has previously been her slave,
in other words, her father. The daughters Of Men in the upper income brackets will
choose colleges or universities. These offer the best chances of capturing a man
who will earn enough to maintain the standards she has already acquired. Besides, a
period of study for form's sake is much more convenient than a temporary
employment. Girls from less-well-off homes will have to go into factories, shops,
offices, or hospitals for a time - but again with the same purpose in mind. None of
them intends to stay in these jobs for long. They will continue only until marriage - or,
in cases of hardship, till pregnancy This offers women one important advantage: any
woman who marries nowadays has given up her studies or her job `for the sake of
the man of her choice' - and `sacrifices' of this nature create obligations.

Therefore, when women work and study, it merely serves to falsify statistics and
furthermore to enslave men more hopelessly than ever, because education and the
professions mean something very different when applied to women as opposed to
men.

When a man works it is a matter of life and death, and, as a rule, the first years of his
life are decisive. Any man of twenty-five who is not well on his way up the ladder can
be considered, to all intents and purposes, a hopeless case. At this stage, all his
faculties are being developed, and the fight with his competitors is a fight to the
death. Behind a mask of business friendship, he is constantly on the watch for any
sign of superiority in one of his associates, and he will note its appearance with
anxiety. If this same associate shows signs of weakness or indecision, it must be
taken advantage of at once. Yet man is only a tiny cog in a gigantic business
machine, he himself being in effect exploited at every turn. When he drives others,
he drives himself most of all. His orders are really orders from above, passed on by
him. If the men at the top occasionally take time to praise him, it is not in order to
make him happy: it is only to spur him on, to stimulate him to greater effort. For man,
who was brought up to be proud and honorable, every working day is merely an
endless series of humiliations. He shows enthusiasm for products he finds useless,
he laughs at jokes he finds tasteless, he expresses opinions which are not his own.
Not for a moment is he allowed to forget that the merest oversight may mean
demotion, that one slip of the tongue may spell the end of his career.

Yet woman, who is the prime cause of all these struggles, and under whose very
eyes these fights take place, just stands aside and watches. Going to work means to
her flirting and dates, teasing and banter, with the odd bit of `labor' done for the sake
of appearances - work for which, as a rule, she has no responsibility. She knows that
she is only marking time, and even if she does have to go on working for one reason
or another, at least she has had years of pleasant dreams. She watches men's
battles from a safe distance, occasionally applauding one of the contestants,
encouraging or scolding, and while she makes their coffee, opens their mail, or
listens to their telephone conversations, she is coldbloodedly taking her pick. The
moment she has found `Mr. Right,' she retires gracefully, leaving the field open to her
successors.

The same applies to university education. American colleges admit more and more
women, but the percentage who actually complete their courses is less than before
the Second World War. They sit happily in lectures designing their spring wardrobe
and between classes flirt with the boys. With their scarlet nails carefully protected by
transparent rubber gloves, they play around with corpses in the dissecting rooms,
while their male colleagues realize their whole future is at stake. If a woman leaves
the university with an engagement ring on her finger, she has earned her degree;
man has hardly begun when he obtains his diploma. Degrees are, after all, easy to
come by - you have only to memorize. How many examiners can tell the difference
between real knowledge and bluff? Man, however, has to understand his subject as
well. His later success will depend on whether his knowledge is well-founded; his
later prestige will be built on this and often other people's lives are dependent on it.

None of these battles exists for woman. It she breaks off her studies and marries a
university lecturer, she has achieved the same level as he has without exerting
herself. As the wife of a factory owner she is treated with greater respect than he is
(and not as somebody who at best would be employable on the assembly line in the
same factory). As a wife she always has
the same standard of living and social prestige and has to do nothing to maintain
them - as he does. For this reason the quickest way to succeed is always to marry a
successful man. She does not win him by her industry, ambition, or perseverance,
but simply through an attractive appearance.
We have already seen what demands the well-trained man makes on a woman's
appearance. The best women trainers - without the least effort - catch the most
successful fighters among men. The so-called `beautiful' women are usually those
who had an easy life from their childhood days and therefore have less reason than
others to develop their intellectual gifts (intelligence is developed only through
competition); it follows as a logical consequence that very successful men usually
have abysmally stupid wives (unless, of course, one considers woman's skill at
transforming herself into bait for man a feat of intelligence).

It has almost become commonplace that a really successful man, he he a company

director, financier, shipping magnate, or orchestra conductor, will, when he reaches
the zenith of his
career, marry a beautiful model - usually his second or third wife. Men who have
inherited money often take such a supergirl as their first wife - although she will be
exchanged over the years for another. Yet, as a rule, models are women of little
education who have not even finished school and who have nothing to do until they
marry but look beautiful and pose becomingly in front of a camera. But they are
`beautiful' - and that makes them potentially rich.

As soon as a woman has caught her man, she `gives up her career for love' - or, at
least, that is what she will tell him. After all, he could hardly be flattered by the
thought that she had been saved in the nick of time from having to sweat her way
through examinations. He would much rather get drunk on the idea of the love `that
knows no compromise,' this woman pretends to feel for him. Who knows, he thinks,
she might have become a famous surgeon (celebrated prima ballerina, brilliant
journalist) and she has given it all up for him. He would never believe that she
preferred to be the wife of a famous surgeon, to have his income and prestige
without having either the work or the responsibility. Therefore, he resolves to make
her life at his side as comfortable as possible to compensate for her great sacrifice.

A small percentage (ten to twenty percent) of women students in Western industrial

countries do, however, obtain their degrees before they get married. Despite
occasional exceptions, they are, as a rule, less attractive and have failed to catch a
suitable provider while still in education. But then, this degree will automatically raise
their market value, for there are certain types of men who feel bolstered if their wife
has a degree - providing they have one themselves. It is clear evidence of his own
cleverness if such a highly educated woman is interested in him. If by chance this
female mastermind happens to be sexy, he will be beside himself with joy.

But not for long. Even women doctors, women sociologists and women lawyers
`sacrifice' their careers for their men, or at least set them aside. They withdraw into
suburban villas, have children, plant flower beds, and fill their homes with the usual
trash. Within a few years these new entertainments obliterate the small amount of
`expert knowledge,' learned by rote, of course, and they become exactly like their
female neighbors.

THE 'EMANCIPATED' FEMALE

There are, however, women who still have jobs or careers at the age of twenty-five or
older. There are a variety of reasons for this:

a. The woman is married to a failure. He is not making enough money to provide

her with all the useless rubbish she cannot do without.
b. The woman cannot have children. Once the man's passion for her has been
spent, he can see no good reason for continuing to support her.
c. The woman is ugly.
d. The woman is emancipated.
e. The woman is interested in a particular career (and from the start she renounces
her own slaves and her own children).

Types (a) and (b) are closely related. It is the next two groups which are important,
for an ugly woman is often considered to be emancipated - and this is false. The
chance of meeting someone in the last category, a woman who renounces comfort
and serfs for intellectual reasons, let alone from a sense of what is fair, is rare
indeed.

Let us consider the ugly woman. A woman is ugly when she is unattractive to men.
That is, when her secondary sexual characteristics are underdeveloped or
insufficiently advertised, and because there is an absence in her features of a `baby
look'. A woman of this type works for the same reason as a man - because there is
no one else to do it for her. Yet, whereas man keeps a wife and children with his
income, she works for herself alone: she would never use the money she earns to
finance the life of a beautiful young man.

This type of woman is frequently quite intelligent. True, at the beginning she will have
permitted her intellectual capacities to become atrophied because she, like all other
women, has been following her mother's example and because she, too, will want to
acquire a working slave. But as she gets older she sees her chance dwindle, and
one day she finds herself faced with the fact that there is nothing else for her to do
but remember and resurrect the last remnants of what was once her mind and make
the best of it.

Some women in this group achieve a very real success. They frequently obtain high
honors (simply because intellectual women are a rare species) and they are often
journalists, authors, politicians, doctors, or lawyers. What is more, they render a
great service to the exploiters in the suburban villas. `Look at that,' these women say.
`We could do as well, but we renounced it all for you.' The man, put off by these few
examples of intelligent womanhood, is only too glad to cling to his imbecile, who will
only he too glad to tell him that those `intellectual' bluestockings are ugly, bitter,
lacking in charm, are in sum, `unwomanly' And his preference for the lobotomized
creature lying in his bed will increase a thousandfold: after all, if necessary if he
becomes really desperate, he can always find a man to talk to.

Not even an ugly woman, despite her success, ever wants to give up her special
feminine status entirely. She seems to take it for granted that the world should
admire her as a kind of eighth wonder of the world - a woman who has actually
achieved personal success. She will emphasize her `femininity', in every possible
way until it becomes almost obscene. She will appear on television and give
interviews to the press whenever possible, her flabby bosom hanging over her large
desk, complaining how hard it is for her, as a woman, to maintain her status in a
man's world.

Be that as it may, she is, compared to the usual female exploiter, comparatively
respectable and honest. The fact that this honesty has been forced upon her (and
you have only to look at her face to realize why she is so successful) is another
matter altogether. There is no virtue in ugliness.

Things become rather more complicated when one comes to consider the case of
the so-called `emancipated' woman. The first three categories of women can easily
be tempted away from their work by bribery - and this includes the ugly woman
(before she has become successful). An emancipated woman. however, never works
for money. She must by definition have been attractive even as a young girl and
therefore have had slaves with good incomes at hand. Therefore, it is only the
`beautiful' woman who can become `emancipated.' An ugly woman, like a man, is
never in this position. No one has ever attempted to corrupt her. Since she, again like
men, has nothing to emancipate herself from, she has no choice but to work.

The emancipated woman has all the accessories of the average housewife: a
comfortable apartment, the necessary status symbols of her coterie, and children
(seldom more than one or two, though). The difference lies in the fact that her sphere
of entertainment is not limited to the home or the masquerades given by her own sex.
She entertains herself best by undertaking some inferior form of drudgery where she
is surrounded by a fairly large audience. We find her wandering airily along the
corridors of publishing houses and newspaper offices; we meet her in the anterooms
of film producers, television executives, and theatrical managers; she is a production
assistant or an interpreter. She will be found behind the counter of a travel agency, in
a jeweler's, an antique dealer's, or a boutique. In fact, anywhere where she can meet
rich and interesting people. And her money? That is spent almost entirely on her
elaborate masks, which keep her with-it and up-to-date at her place of work.

In fact, the emancipated woman is just as stupid as the others, but she does not want
people to think so. If she mentions housewives it is with utter contempt. As she has a
job which would not be unworthy of a man she believes that this very fact alone
makes her intelligent, but she is confusing cause and effect. Men work only because
they have to and not because they are intelligent. Most men would start to make
proper use of their intelligence if they were free of financial obligations, as free as
housewives, for example. A woman living at home has, in fact, far better
opportunities of enjoying a stimulating, intellectual life than one who is stuck between
typewriter and dictaphone.

The work chosen by an emancipated woman rarely involves effort or responsibility,

although she makes herself believe it involves both. As far as she is concerned, `it is
satisfying,' `stimulating,' and `keeps her from stagnating.' She `simply couldn't exist
without it.' Yet if one gets down to the facts, she is never really dependent on it.
Unlike an ugly woman, she could give it up at any time. She never works without
lifesaving apparatus. The moment there is any sign of difficulty on the horizon, up
jumps a man from somewhere in the wings and rushes to her aid.

This type of woman finds it unfair that she does not get on as fast as a man, but on
the other hand she never allows herself to become part of the murderous rat race.
The complaint she utters is always the same: even as an emancipated woman, one
simply is not given the same chances as a man. Instead of fighting for her chances
on the spot, she runs off, covered in make-up like a clown and looking like a
Christmas tree, to yell for women's rights and women's equality at one of the
meetings held by her coterie. It would never occur to her that she alone, and not
man, is the cause of this unequal state of affairs - she, woman, with her total lack of
interest, her stupidity, her venality, her unreliability, her ridiculous masquerades, and
her eternal pregnancies and, above all, because of her merciless manipulation of
man. How could she have caused the situation?

On the other hand, men may well think that the husbands of emancipated women are
lucky: they do not have to bear financial responsibilities alone. The contrary is the
case: the husbands of so-called emancipated women are usually extremely unhappy
After all, they have had the same basic training as other men, and so they are always
trying to keep one step ahead of their wives. A translator's husband will be a writer, a
shorthand typist's a departmental manager, a pottery maker's a sculptor, a feature
writer's an editor. Therefore, an emancipated woman is far from being a help to her
man. She exploits him even more than the others. The higher she rises, the more
relentlessly she drives him. Such women, either by chance or because they are
attractive enough to be protected by some man, often rise to really important
positions. If his position is comparatively low, every time she gets an increase of
salary it will be a traumatic experience for him. Professional recognition of her will
merely put him in a panic. He lives in a constant fear that one day she will overtake
him and, on top of it, he suffers agonies of jealousy about the strange men she
meets every day. He feels superfluous, and his whole existence seems pointless
because she no longer seems to need him. The one true happiness of the slave - the
only happiness left to the manipulated man - is now denied him.

A woman of this type does not even make her children happy After all, she is only
different from other women, not better. She is entertained more by her stupid office
work than by her children. But she is not going to give up having them. A woman,
she will say, has to experience motherhood, otherwise she will not be `fulfilled'.

In fact, this woman has her cake and eats it too. She does not want to give up her
`stimulating mental work' and is able to bundle her children off to nurseries or
boarding schools or to leave them in the care of one of those much despised
housewives. She does not even do the housework. That is shared by her husband
after office hours. While he waxes the floors, waters the plants and polishes the
silver, he is meant to carry on stimulating intellectual conversation with her. For the
emancipated woman renounces neither the traditional rubbish of her clique, nor her
work slave and children.

In order to emphasize her claims to masculine prerogatives, her claim, that is, to the
highly paid positions of men and not to the `prerogatives', of, say, soldiers,
emancipated women from time to time organize so-called `movements.' Such
campaigns give her an Opportunity to draw the world's attention to her with a great
cleat of shouting and noise, to wear badges and dress up in the latest suffragette
look, and to openly demonstrate her political views by putting lighted candles in her
living-room windows. In full view of the television public, women have pinched the
bottoms of building-site workers and perpetrated other absurdities. Woman frees
herself from her imaginary `chains' at regular intervals: spiritual ones being unknown
to her, she interprets them literally. At the turn of the century it was the corset that
went. In the seventies the bra, and just to make sure that everyone knew about it,
she got men to make see-through blouses. Perhaps in the next wave of
emancipation it will be the uncomfortable, long skirt which goes - the skirt they have
just flirtatiously readopted and made part of their props, despite general male
disapproval. But their stupidity, their inanity their ridiculous behavior, their mendacity
and lack of feeling, and their tedious and abysmally stupid chatter are still there:
women have never taken any steps to get rid of those.

No matter how much a woman is earning, she will never let a man take her place in
the house, nor will she take on his responsibility for earning their livelihood or
maintaining their social prestige. Even though it is quite possible - since she is much
more thick-skinned and consequently will suffer less by doing work of deadly routine
- that a job really does `fulfil' her and make her `happy,' she will never help him with
her money. She will never open doors for him or light his cigarette; she will never
take out any insurance policy in his favor or give him alimony should there be a
divorce - that is not considered `feminine.' Neither would it occur to a man to expect
such a settlement - he has been conditioned too well. The husband of the
emancipated woman will simply give his wife a kiss, wipe the traces of face cream,
powder and lipstick from his face, and throw himself once again into the battle.
WOMEN'S LIBERATION

The exploitation of the American male by the American female would be a purely
American affair were it not a model for women all over the world. Unfortunately, the
economic hegemony of the United States influences not just the politics, science,
research, and culture of all other capitalist countries but, to a great extent, the social
behavior of their populations. Through the mass media, which have been relentlessly
perfected, this influence spreads to all areas of life more and more rapidly. The old
maxim about American consciousness becoming the consciousness of the world
after a five-year lag no longer holds true. Modern techniques of communication have
flooded over the boundaries separating place and time. If the United States develops
a new treatment for heart attacks, hospitals in Latin America will be using that very
treatment a few weeks later. If the performance of American school children is
improved by teaching machines, these same machines will be hooked up within a
short time in the classrooms of Japan. The moment a hit like Jesus Christ Superstar
opens on Broadway, students in West Germany start praying. As soon as the
American female compares her situation with that of American blacks, women in
England, France and Scandinavia scream, `We are the blacks of the Nation.'

While American influence has its benefits in other spheres (for example, in research),
in the social sphere, as far as the social position of men in these countries is
concerned, surely there is none. There is no country in which men are worse off than
in the United States. They are worse off by comparison with their female partners -
and this is what we are discussing here: the differing living conditions of man and
woman within one and the same social class of a given country, within one and the
same family.

Nobody will deny that the struggle of a poor white-collar worker to survive is more
difficult in Portugal than in Sweden, and that in the same country a factory worker's
wife has a harder life than the wife of an engineer. These injustices are the subject of
many other books; here we can discard them entirely By comparison with her
husband - not by comparison with the engineer's wife - the factory worker's wife
leads a luxurious life.

America's high standard of living, combined with its permanent threat of

unemployment, is enough to make any man's life miserable. In no country with a
comparable standard of living are jobs so tenuous; in no other country with a
comparable rate of unemployment are the demands made by the standard of living
as high. The difference between a `success' and a `failure' is nowhere so clearly
defined as in the US. Added to these external difficulties is the fact that no other man
is so thoroughly manipulated as the American male. The adult American male is
manipulated so expertly that there appears to be nothing he would not willingly
endure. And, indeed, he is exploited without scruple. In no other country do mothers
so pitilessly train the male infant to perform. No other society exists where the male
sexual drive is exploited for money so unscrupulously. Nobody except the American
woman so shamelessly professes a creed of profit under the guise of love.

This does not mean that American women are cruel. Women are never cruel to their
men; men are usually not important enough to be tortured. Only in movies do women
ruin their
men intentionally. This simply means that American women, more than other women,
fail to consider men as fellow human beings. Perhaps the many dangers of the
pioneering days caused American men to be evaluated by their usefulness to
women. After all, that period in history is not that far gone.
And American men prefer to see themselves in this role: a man's salary is the
yardstick of his worth. America is the only place where a badly paid professor is a
had professor and an unsuccessful writer a bad writer. For the Latin American male,
masculinity is still associated with sexual potency. For the American male, however,
the association is directly with money. American literature, from Edward Albee to
Jacqueline Susann, revolves around this question: whether or not a male is a man if
he cannot provide appropriately for the woman in his life. Of course he is not.

The American man knows: happiness comes only through women, and women are
expensive. He is ready to pay that price. As a young adult he pays in advance, as a
grown-up he pays in installments, and as a corpse he is cashed in for a fortune. A
man from another country realizes this as soon as he sees a flourishing divorce
paradise like Reno, or the thousands of his fellow men sitting in jail for overdue
alimony payments. On the other hand, the American man views this as confirmation
of his superiority. Is he not the privileged one, as he has enough money to pay for it
all? Is he not the competent one, since he goes to work? Would his wife have taken
on his family and surname were he not the master? Only recently a poll showed that
more American men than women believe that women are suppressed, and fifty-one
percent of American men believe that the situation of the American white woman is
as bad as that of the American black man.

The American man is grateful to his wife for letting him go to work, because work to
him is a male privilege. The woman for whom he provides has made sure that he
never doubts it, and he feels sorry for her in spite of the unequivocal difference
between his situation and hers. She has made sure that he sees a sacrifice in her
waiver of work. He, more than any other man, mistakes his wife's lack of intellectual
ambition for modesty, her stupidity for exceptional femininity, her giving up
responsibilities for love. More than any other man, he is able to close his eyes to the
clear evidence of his own exploitation.

In the US man is manipulated with much less inhibition than in other countries: hence
women should be even easier to unmask. But the American man does not want to
see or know. It seems appropriate to him that in the TV show his children are
watching, the father is portrayed as a fool, the mother as a star. Wasn't his own
mother superb? That a Mafia of women's groups controls all cultural life seems
unavoidable to him. Somebody has to take care of culture. That American women
(and no other women in the rest of the world) run around in public with curlers in their
hair is charming American folklore to him. The fact that a majority of psychiatric
patients are women, while men have a higher rate of suicide, is his evidence for the
value of psychoanalysis. He thinks it fair that for generations men have become
crippled war veterans, while generations of women do not even know what a hand
grenade looks like. Man is stronger and the stronger one goes to war.

Though the slavery of the american man is humiliating and nerve-racking, he does
not want to see, of course, that his is the worst bargain: he has ended up with the
most made-up, constantly recolored, the most conspicuously masked woman of all,
in short, with the most unreal woman. But to this he closes his eyes.

Since the American woman is the highest paid wife, she, of course, wants something
in return for her money. She is the leading consumer of cosmetics: she uses more
lipstick, more cream, more powder, more color than a woman of any other nationality
Although she has a reputation for being especially dowdy; she needs more money
for her clothes and other masquerades.

Of all women, she leads the most comfortable life. More often than her sisters of
other nationalities, she lives in her own house, drives her own car, goes on vacation,
does her work with the help of machines and uses ready-to-cook food. She has a
fully automated household, a bus takes her children to school, and they are gone
almost all day, so that she has every opportunity to go to work; and yet the
percentage of married women working in America is considerably lower than in other
industrialized countries. Although the American woman has a better chance at a
higher education than women of other countries, and although she is spared two
years of military service, only thirteen percent of female American university students
obtain their degrees.

America has the highest divorce rate, and the chance that an infant will grow up with
both a mother and a father is slimmer than in any other country. But that does not
seem to disturb the American woman, for out of all women of highly industrialized
nations, she has the highest birth rate. No wonder; children are a guarantee of
income. American fathers pay the highest alimonies, and since non-payment can be
punished by imprisonment, he pays promptly.

Even his old-age insurance rates are the highest. The average American husband is
four years older than his wife, and his average life expectancy is seven years less
than hers. The eleven years by which she will on average survive him do not
represent a risk, and if she clings to her husband for life, she will be respected and
well treated because of her money, so that the years will be even more comfortable
without him. She plays bridge, is active in sports, has visits from her children and
grandchildren and works in her women's groups for law and order. In flowery hats,
her withered lips painted Stoplight Red (look, here comes an American woman!), she
takes off once in a while for a tour around the world and makes sure that she is not
forgotten abroad. And she is not; on the contrary: when an aging Rose Kennedy
(having already sacrificed to her nation three male heirs while daughters and
daughters-in-law are getting rich and old in the process) flirts in front of TV cameras,
hoping to promote her last living son's campaign for the presidency, she is celebrated
as a heroine. What a brave mother!

One might assume that a prerequisite for the high profit achieved by American
woman's femininity would be top performance in other areas. But for the
connoisseur, she is neither a good cook nor an experienced lover. Despite her good
salary, the demands on her art of seduction are minimal. Her husband, trained by
Hollywood to appreciate the coarsest of sex symbols (large breasts and big behinds),
can no longer make fine distinctions. All she really
needs are a few good curves and the nerve to say no long enough. And she is a true
master of that art. Necking and petting are an American invention. To lure men, like
the women of other countries they wear false breasts, but only in America are false
bottoms worn. The logical result of such business tactics, steadily perfected through
the generations, is frigidity, and the American woman has succeeded in persuading
the nation that her frigidity is an illness to be taken seriously. After all, there is a
difference: a prostitute would be willing to give up her orgasm, a wife would not.
Instead of asking what a frigid woman is doing in the bed of a man, a man she does
not even desire, an attempt is made to free her from her suffering through costly
procedures and with ever-changing prescriptions (it goes without saying: only if she
is properly married. Before marriage, she would have had neither the money for
therapy nor the interest in getting better).

The American woman is no worse than other women. She is only ahead of them all.
Her unscrupulous tactics for exploitation would not be so dangerous if they were not
constantly idealized by a powerful TV and film industry. As the latter creates the
image of Western woman, her behavior is being copied, and as her standard of living
is constantly raised, the fate of her husband automatically becomes the fate of men
in other countries.
Yet there is another reason to deal specifically with the American woman and that is
Woman's Liberation. American women are better off than other women around the
world: but not all of the American women. The same system that brings so many
advantages to most American women turns by necessity against a minority within
their own ranks: the women who are unattractive by male standards.

Until recently, this condition went unnoticed by all save that minority. But one day this
minority decided not to put up with that condition any longer and began to organize,
like their predecessors, the suffragettes. Since the American public is accustomed to
listening to women when they talk, their problems were soon much discussed. Not
only in America but also in the rest of the world this new movement was taken up
immediately. Why, one might ask, did this uprising of women start in America, of all
places, where women are obviously better off? The explanation is simple: exactly for
that reason. Because the American woman is better off, because social differences
between married women and women who earn their own living are so enormous.
Because in America more than any other country the working woman is treated as a
traitor, an outcast, by the masses of female exploiters who see their own interests
betrayed. This is why this movement had to start in the USA and no other place.
Used to endless power over man and to the highest social prestige, American
women will find the renunciation of power and prestige much more painful. And if the
direct approach will not work, she will procure her insignia of feminine power in a
roundabout way: Women's Liberation.

Furthermore, a strained labor market has put this minority of women, forced or willing
to work, into a somewhat more difficult position than their European sisters when
they apply for higher positions. Many of them will see their difficulties from a
particular perspective and interpret the unpleasantness of professional life as
discrimination against their sex. But if an American employer were to fill an open
position and to choose between an unattractive woman who did not appeal to his
sexual instinct and a man, his choice would undoubtedly be the man. And he can
even justify that decision: when a woman marries, she will give up her job as soon as
she becomes a mother. A man who marries and becomes a father turns into an even
more reliable employee. If the applicant is already married, then the employer's
choice is even easier, since he knows that the man's pay cheque will almost certainly
support more than one person, hence be twice as necessary. The single woman
supports, at most, herself. From the employer's point of view, it is more humane to
give the job to the man. The `woman with a family' - the woman who supports a
healthy man and his children all her life - is practically unknown in the professional
world. Who should he held responsible for this situation: employer or woman?

It is at once sad and comic to see how the women of the American Women's
Liberation movement, who indeed have reason to fight, direct all their time and
energy against the wrong enemy. With constant defamations, they hold their only
allies, men, at bay, while spoiling the really guilty party with immoderate
compliments. Like all women's liberating movements in history, Women's Liberation
started from the wrong premise and has missed its aim. But no force on earth will
convince its members of that.

The responsibility lies with the intellectuals. It is understandable and perhaps even
forgivable that, as a result of all the manipulation from earliest childhood, men have
come to the conclusion that (a) they have the power, and (b) they will use it to
suppress women.

But it is inexcusable that intellectual woman, who might have seen matters from a
very different (female) angle, have uncritically adopted this line of thought. Instead of
saying, `It is very nice of you to think so highly of us, but in reality we are quite
different from the way you see us, we do not deserve your pity and your compliments
at all,' they say, `With all due respect to your insight, we are much more pitiable,
suppressed and exploited than your male brains could ever imagine!' These
intellectual women have claimed a rather dubious fame for their sex: instead of being
unmasked as the most cunning slave traders in history they have undersold women
and made them the object of male charity: man the tyrant, woman the victim. Men
are flattered, of course. Part of their manipulation has trained them to interpret the
word `tyrant' as a compliment. And they accept this female definition of woman
happily. It very closely matches their own.

Even Simone de Beauvoir let this opportunity pass when she wrote her book The
Second Sex (1949), which could have been the first book on the subject of women.
Instead, she created a handbook of Freud's, Marx's, Kant's, etc., ideas about women.
Rather than looking for once at woman, she researched the books men had written
and found, of course, signs of woman's disadvantage everywhere. The novelty of her
work lay in the fact that for the first time, men's opinion of women carried the
signature of a woman. But now the way was clear: Betty Friedan, Kate Millett,
Germaine Greer ... each a repetition of the last; they went head over heels in their
effort to come up with evidence of male infamy. But they wrote nothing really worth
mentioning on the subject: women. They copied the male idea about women, without
being aware that this idea can only be the result of female manipulation, and thus
they became, by imitating men, the victims of their own (female) system.

Nothing has changed since, although women today, more than ever before, have
every opportunity to make statements about themselves on their own radio or TV
programs, in newspaper columns or magazines. But they do nothing except repeat
and chew over the old mothballed ideas men have about women, adding new details
here and there. Instead of pointing out to their following what a miserable lot they
really are, the peak of female dignity is achieved by rejecting advertising for bras or
vaginal sprays. The peak of female originality is reached the moment a women's
magazine carries a male nude centerfold a la Playboy.

These are the reasons why yet another Women's Liberation movement has failed:
the enemies they fought were really friends and the real enemy remained
undetected. Once again the fixed idea of sexual solidarity (under the circumstances a
solidarity with a syndicate at best) misled women to the wrong strategy. And they
were not aware of it. Their struggle was aided almost exclusively by men. But since
they live under the delusion that they are persecuted by men, they mistook the
flexibility of men for a sign of female strength and screamed that much louder. And
nobody got offended. From The New York Times to The Christian Science Monitor,
from Playboy to Newsweek, from Kissinger to McGovern, everybody was for
Women's Liberation. No marches of men were organized against them, nobody
prevented their demonstrations. And none of them were taken to task for their
unending defamation of men; a Senator Joe McCarthy oppressing Women's
Liberation was missing, the FBI did not lift a finger against them.

Just as their predecessors, the suffragettes, secured the right to vote for women
within a short period (a right they left unused by not electing women to political power
and by not stopping war), Women's Liberation saw most of their demands fulfilled
immediately The outrageous inequities in the law had, after all, been established by
men for women's protection. But the ladies themselves did not see it that way and,
when they insisted on change, within months they succeeded. The right of a waitress
to work night shifts, the right of a woman mechanic to carry heavy-duty equipment,
the right to mount telephone poles, the right to pay alimony to men, the right to use
her own surname and with that the right for a wife to act as a solely responsible legal
person, the right to military service, the right to fight in war, etc - they have them all.
Infected by this wave of general generosity, even the government did not want to be
left behind: In the future, it proclaimed, government contracts will be given out to only
those companies who do not discriminate against women willing to work.

But the army of suppressed women eagerly awaiting that moment of liberation simply
never materialized. As soon as the first American woman had climbed a telephone
pole; the first female plumber, construction worker and furniture mover had been
photographed and the photos printed in newspapers all over the world; the uproar
died down. Why should it have gone any further? After all, it is not much fun to repair
water pipes, to lay bricks or to lug furniture. Unlike men, women can choose whether
they want to do drudgery or not. It is logical that most of them decide against it. And
given a choice, they will also avoid military service and going to war. Women think of
themselves as pacifists: wars are started by men, despite women's right to vote.

Left in the lurch by their own sex, the theorists among Women's Liberationists further
entangled themselves in details: can every sexual intercourse with a man be
considered an assault? Should a vaginal orgasm be accepted at all? Is the lesbian
the only truly emancipated woman? Is the woman question more urgent than the
racial question? And so on. Enticed by the extensive publicity awaiting them, a
number of attractive `emancipated' women joined the movement. (Where else does a
pretty woman attract more attention than among ugly ones?) And women could not
possibly imagine themselves having the problems they were discussing
(discrimination against an attractive woman does not exist, either in her profession or
in her private life), they soon took on leading roles within the movement and turned it
more and more into a branch of American show business and - as defined in the
previous chapter - into a `genuine' movement for emancipation.

Meanwhile, the exploiters living in the suburbs started to organize. The

Liberationists' loud demands for work, and the men who were willing to gratify these
demands, unintentionally put the suburban ladies into a most embarrassing situation.
In organizations such as Man Our Masters and Pussycat League, they assured the
world how wrong the aims of Women's Liberation really are and how much
happiness a woman can find in the service of her husband and children.

The most curious of all countermovements came from a faction within Women's
Liberation itself: `We don't want men's jobs,' these women protested. `If all women
start to work now, we will soon have an economic crisis. What we want is not to be
degraded as eunuchs any longer, we want to evolve freely and we don't want man to
suppress our intellectual development and our sexual drive anymore.'

This argument is curious not only because woman now holds man responsible also
for her crippled sexual drive (he who likes nothing better than a woman who thinks
sex is fun). It also makes obvious for the first time how foreign it is to a woman to
think that she could support her family. It would never occur to her that women do not
necessarily cause an economic crisis when they enter a profession. Working women
would not necessarily increase the absolute number of employed persons within their
community. Whether women can work does not have to depend on the existence of
day-care centers, since the quality of child care does not depend on the sex of the
person administrating it. Fathers could manage that work as well.

But for a woman work has to he fun, and to make sure it is, the employed wife needs
a working husband. If she goes to work, she might as well make some demands, and
one of these demands will be that she can choose her work and quit any time she
feels like it. So she brings her newborn child to a day center rather than lose her
working partner and before her profession can turn into an obligation and
responsibility, she quits, rather than allow her husband to stay home in her place.

Women's Liberation has failed. The story of the underprivileged woman was an
invention - and against an invention one cannot stage a rebellion. Once again, men
are the mourners. In a country where man is exploited as unscrupulously by women
as in the US, a movement that fights for yet more of women's rights is reactionary,
and, as long as the screaming for female equality does not stop, man will never get
the idea that he is actually the victim.

Even the emancipation of women has not been attained. `Liberation of women' would
mean her abdication from the privileges she now has. It was Women's Liberation that
made sure that this would never happen.

`It is better to let them think that they are king of the castle,' a female reader of
Psychology Today wrote, `lean and depend on them and continue to control and
manipulate them as we always have.'

WHAT IS LOVE?

Man has been manipulated by woman to the point where he cannot live without her
and therefore will do anything she asks of him. He fights for his life and calls it love.
There are even men who will threaten their idolized female with suicide unless she
accepts him. Not that this is much of a risk for them - they have nothing to lose.

Woman, nevertheless, is incapable of living without a man. Like a queen bee, she
cannot survive on her own. She, too, is fighting for her life, and she, too, calls it love.
They each need one another, in fact, and it seems therefore that they share at least
one sentiment. The cause, nature, and consequences of this sentiment however
differ as much as do the sexes.

To a woman love means power, to a man enslavement. Love provides woman with
an excuse for financial exploitation, man with an emotionally charged excuse. `For
the sake of love' woman will do things that are of advantage only to herself, while
man does only those things that will harm him. When a woman marries, she gives up
her career `for the sake of love.' When a man marries, he will have to work for two
`for the sake of love.' For both sexes, love is a fight for survival. But the one survives
only by being victorious, the other only by being defeated. It is a paradox that women
can also make their greatest gains during moments of utter passivity and that the
word `love' endows them with a halo of selflessness, even at the moment of their
most pitiless deception of man.

As a result of `love,' man is able to hide his cowardly self-deception behind a smoke
screen of sentiment. He is able to make himself believe that his senseless
enslavement to woman and her hostages is more than an act of honor, it has a
higher purpose. He is entirely happy in his role as a slave and has arrived at the goal
he has so long desired. Since woman gains nothing but one advantage after another
from the situation as it stands today, things will never change. The system forces her
to be corrupt, but no one is going to worry about that. Since one can expect nothing
from a woman but love, it will remain the currency for any need she might have. Man,
her slave, will continue to use his energies only according to his conditioning and
never to his own advantage. He will achieve greater goals and the more he achieves,
the farther women will become alienated from him. The more he tries to ingratiate
himself with her, the more demanding she will become; the more he desires her, the
less she finds him desirable; the more comforts he provides for her, the more
indolent, stupid and inhuman she will become - and man will grow lonelier as a
result.

Only woman can break the vicious circle of man's manipulation and exploitation - but
she will not do it. There is absolutely no compelling reason why she should. It is
useless to appeal to her feelings, for she is callous and knows no pity. And so the
world will go on, sinking deeper and deeper into this morass of kitsch, barbarism, and
inanity called femininity. And man, that wonderful dreamer, will never awaken from
his dream.