This Patrick Henry guy must have been a real macho. I don’t care much about his looks (Alexander Hamilton is more my type); but his resume would give a girl pause.
Girls, FYI, Patrick was that guy in the American Revolution who said these famous words: “Give me liberty or give me death.”
Yep, I know … he is the typical guy who thinks the world is only composed of apples and oranges.
I mean, really … there are worse things than death (being tortured out of your mind; a 36-hour labor that results in intrauterine fetal death and genital fistula; seeing everyone you love die before your eyes like what is happening to a lot of Rohingyas, etc etc) … and things that can be preferable to freedom depending on one’s circumstances (i.e if I am on the verge of starving I would probably be willing to go to jail where the meals are assured anytime).
The problem with guys and their and/or view of the world is a failure of imagination.
But hey, we can’t blame them so much, right girls? It is a very rare male who will ever experience what it feels like to be the minority, the second sex, the one who will be harassed by Harvey Weinstein. For them, freedom is something to fight for above anything …
Women are the ones who have been trained over and over on how to crouch and wait and endure that which are unendurable. We were trained by our mothers — those women who preferred their sons over their daughters because, what is the point of favoring the daughter who will just eventually turn out a slave? (Our mothers did have a point you know.)
Women can imagine … and we do it a lot.
This is the reason why we are sooo hopeful — because we can imagine alternate realities to our destitute situations.
This is the reason why we fall for bad boys … because we can imagine how he can be a better man (As if! Men NEVER change, not if they can get away with being assholes, what would be the point of changing? … if girls can get the fact of men’s unwillingness to reinvent themselves through our frontal lobes, we would be so much better).
This is the reason why the world has not dissolved into the self-destruction of mass suicides — the fact is the Universe will end someday, so if women are anything like Woody Allen, neurotic pessimist that he was, then we would all shoot ourselves or fling out bodies into the nearest cliffs by now.
But we don’t do that. Because we are women.