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Why doesn't she understand that this mentality of a woman towards another woman gives benefits to men. "I agree. This is Bella's personal matter. My mother taught me that a woman is a property of a man. It is the choice of the man she marries, whether to keep her happy or not." Aria said. This is disgusting. I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath. I am terrified about how much these women are brainwashed. I don't blame Sofia and Aria for what they are saying, because their opinions were twisted, their hopes were crushed and everyone brainwashed them.

Angeline lifted her head from the sofa, her eyes sorrowful, the tear marks on her face were still wet, she looked hurt, “Why did your big brother dislike me?” Josephine rolled her eyes, “Even if it were other men, they could not stand your weird, melodramatic behavior. You’re not womanly at all.” “Womanly?” Angeline sat upright and asked earnestly, “What does being womanly mean?” “It’s how women carry themselves,” Josephine said while demonstrating, “You have to be coy while you speak, your voice has to be tender, you have to be slow when you walk, your waist has to be soft and don’t bring all the attention to yourself——no man likes it when a woman takes away his spotlight.”

Elisa White asked. "You're really like your sister. It's strange that they have such a similar character when they haven't been together much."Like small animals, Summit Wang wandered around Elisa White's hospital bed.ething I don't know." "There is no woman who doesn't want to have a man like you, especially a woman who has been in a closed environment for a long time. Women in a closed environment are easy to go to two extremes. One is extremely dull, slow thinking and willing to be mediocre all their life; the other is the urgent need to become a man, get what all women dream of, and have a woman who is better than everyone else, which can prove that the suffering they have suffered is va

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

He assures me, taking my right hand in his and squeezing it a little. "That's good to know. So what's your own definition of an ideal woman and you had better not lie to me." I warn jokingly and he chuckles. "To be very honest, I do have my own definition of a perfect woman and I always look out for certain traits in a woman because that's what I like and it has always seemed to work well for me. My ideal type of woman is a woman who knows what she wants and is never afraid to speak up. I've always being attracted to women with stubborn personalities and I like women who don't catch feelings at first."

He gulps again and avoids eye contact, nervously shifting his feet. I look at Janus and wonder how Janus can be such a skilled lethal warrior in battle but such a softhearted gentle fool off the field. “Why would she make men so much stronger than women?” Janus' eyes snap up and I see a passion burn in them. “Women are stronger than men in many ways. They can endure things men can not. The average woman has far more perseverance than the average man. They can make something out of nothing. They are strong in many different ways. But our society only values one.”

He looked at her pointedly as he continued, ‘‘If a woman happens to have a particular superiority- for example, an insightful mind- it is best kept a profound secret. For in a woman’s most vital role is not found the treacherous talent of learning, but the gentleness of domesticity, and simple accomplishment. This strength must be cultivated with a sweet temper...’’

Maybe it was the quiet, or the drink, or the fact that for once, someone was asking not demanding, not assuming just asking. “Men are weird,” she said, leaning on the counter, her fingers curling around her glass. “Everyone keeps saying women are hard to understand. But I think that’s bullshit.” She took a sip, then clicked her tongue, letting the sting of the alcohol roll over her taste buds. “Women are simple. Straightforward, even when they’re a mess. It’s the men complicated asses, half the time they don’t even know what they want.” I chuckled dry, low. She wasn’t wrong.

“To permit institutions for women, with just a single sentence?” She laughs, grabbing the paper from me. She looks at it again, if possible, the smirk growing bigger on her face. “Royal Consorts are so used to just being submissive and following orders like they don’t have another braincell that could process anything else but being a submissive wolf. Listen, sweetheart, the world revolves on fear. Control it, make it something you could use on other people. You women claim that you’re so lucky that you have an education, but you never get to use it. All you consorts, want is to stand beside a man, proving what? Your womanhood? Your femininity? What does that do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

In one of such particular get togethers, a particular mother who was so kind hearted with two beautiful daughters who were on the verge of entering their womanhood era. I was in their home that very day and I spoke of virtues and also of the strength that could be found in compassion and In wisdom. “See, being a woman in our kingdom is a lot more than just the power that we inherit from our fore fathers ,” I started to enlighten them and the young girls and their mother listened with rapt attention. “Woman hood is more about how we use the power and nurture it, we are supposed to use our powers to them to nurture our societies and lead with a lot of grace.”