What is a Woman – or Man?

Matt Walsh conducted a series of interviews for a documentary called What is a Woman? It has had me thinking about what my answer would be to this statement. I don’t think there is one answer other than naturally, it has to do with your biological make-up. No matter what mask you put on to try and be someone else, you are still the person you were when you were born. Dr. Maxwell Maltz (the late plastic surgeon) discusses this in more detail in his book “Psychocybernetics.”

You cannot become a woman any more than you can become a man. Putting on a dress or lipstick, does not make you a woman anymore then getting on all fours and wearing a fur coat makes you a dog. This needs to be clear to anyone hoping that the grass is greener; it is not. Males and females are not perfect and changing your sex, will not give you any more happiness than you had in the first place.

If you wish to change to another sex, you must ask yourself what do I hate about myself as I am? Working with a psychotherapist can help you through your insecurity so that you can take responsibility for the frustration and confusion inside of you. Whenever I see people marking up their bodies, cutting themselves, putting instruments in all of their orifices and calling it jewelry, changing their sex, my first thought as a therapist is “What trauma have they faced in life?” No one does any of these things that has not faced significant trauma. Even if a teacher is forcing this inappropriate topic down a child’s throat – this is trauma in and of itself. So, this is unresolved hurts and wounds that we try to put a mask on ourselves with, to protect people from seeing the real us. It is denial of our pain, no different than if someone were using drugs/alcohol, sex, gambling or some other device to externalize and push away our suffering.

Now to return to the point of this discussion, a woman is a human being that was raised in a certain type of environment and has made interpretations of who they are based on circumstances they were brought up in. A man is the same. No matter where you are in the world, this will be the same answer. You can’t say women are sugar and spice and everything nice, when they were raised in poverty and sexually abused by their mother’s boyfriend. You can’t say men are tough and strong when their father was never home and mom hero-worshipped them – turning them into entitled men. Women can be tough and strong and men can be soft and sensitive. Both can be narcissists who externalize rather than having self-awareness. A man or woman is a biological species and their character has to do with yin/yang, it has to do with emotional intelligence, interpretations, type of environment raised in, so many things. It is sad because teachers used to be a safe place for children being raised in unsafe or unstructured homes. Education once made a traumatized child at least feel stronger and more secure, having the power of knowledge. Now some schools are more focused on indoctrination of racism and sexualizing their students. Some schools are no longer safe.

What it means to me, to be a woman, is that I am certain of who I am. I am very strong, have common sense, I am elegant, I have opinions and think critically. I have been told that I am not very marketable to men for all of these qualities. Even though I am an attractive woman. I made too many mistakes early on, and then didn’t realize my continued mistakes, in the dating process until recently. I’d rather be alone than be in a toxic relationship was a statement I used to make. This negative thinking caused me to continue making myself right. Any time you make a negative statement, you will continue to self-sabotage to create believability. What is true, is that I am who I am and I continue to focus on being stronger and stronger as our society runs amok and becomes more and more dangerous and less and less of a free country. I can’t depend on anyone else, in my family, my friendship circle, or the world at large. As a psychotherapist, people need to be able to depend on me to support them through this new agenda. This is why I only meet with people in-person and why I continue to work on myself. In-person is healthier, more humane, and helps a person to build trust, when they can see, hear and observe the whole professional.

A strange way to describe what it is to be a woman (or a man) thus far. Part of my young adult process was experimenting with fashion, during my androgynous phase. It helped me to be very clear who I was as a woman. I realized that I hated looking “manly.” Having an Annie Lennox look made me feel strange and uncomfortable. While I liked the ties, it seemed foreign to me when I looked at myself in the mirror. I was more comfortable with my femininity then I realized. I was also okay with my masculine side without having to have short hair and wear a tie. What I began to experiment with over the years, was how to be a woman who was strong and tough but not dress like a man. How to explore professional dress and formal dress, even every day clothes – as the woman I was. Fashion, if we examine this, is what sends a message to the world about our confidence. People often think I am dressed very nice, because our society is very sloppy and lazy. I am dressed normal for a confident professional woman, who has style and class. I feel sad when people point this out to me, because I miss the competition.

Fashion is part of the reason people have fallen by the wayside in this day and age. We don’t have roles, we don’t have a sense of dignity or pride. Even a day laborer, in elegant times wore a suit – this led to a uniform in my father’s day – who was a carpenter, to what we see now – a man incapable of wearing a belt. The only uniform I see when a man comes to work on my house, might be a company t-shirt and blue “masks” to put over their feet. It is uncomfortable for me to see a worker dressed like this because I am not sure if I can trust them. I have to go by listening to how they speak to judge whether they know what they are doing or not. Generally, workers look like thugs or like they have just had a six-pack. If it weren’t for their trucks/vans, I would not even let them in the door. We have also degraded blue-collar workers, such that their dress is saying they feel sorry for themselves.

The pandemic caused degradation in the corporate world, a spiral of fashion already aloof and foolish to begin with. I am often shocked, when I see how people are dressed and I am expected to trust that they are a “professional.” The very word has to do with your manner of dress, in regard to your work ethics. As women know, more than men, there is a difference in the way you walk and carry yourself, with a pair of pumps vs. a pair of flats. You carry yourself with dignity. We knew how to “fake it” with professional dress, even when we were going through a crisis. You can’t fake anything in a pair of leggings and over-sized top.

It is no surprise that in this weak state we are in, as a country, that we don’t know whether we are a man or a woman. It is odd to hear people even asking this question, even a conservative, though I do understand his point. The lack of professionalism, lack of pride in our race, religion, sexuality, lack of taste and style/class, lack of values, lack of what we once took for granted has all fallen by the wayside by politics designed to constrain us into sanitized molded beings. I personally, will not subject myself to the foolishness that I see with the Anti-White sentiment, the fear-tactics (pandemic), the lack of an education, downgrading fashion, anything that makes me exchange my values for a weaker existence of others. I am not jumping off the bridge, along with the rest or following the parade. The women before me did not do this, who fought for our rights, my ancestors did not, nor will I.

This is what it means to me, to be a woman.

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