Taylor Caldwell– Feminism Spoiled “Nature’s Great Con”

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Satanist social engineers have succeeded in undermining heterosexuality for the purpose of depopulation. 
Have you noticed? YouTube is full of videos of women complaining that men have lostinterest in courting them. Here’s an example.   Having eschewed the roles of wife and mother, they have no value to men except for sex which is widely available without marriage.  Woman’s stock-in-trade always has been to nurture and empower husbands and children. They are loved and cherished in return. Unable to love, they get no love. Men are going  their own way (MGTOW.)  Men are not stupid. The courts are rigged against them. They see that woman’s game is to seduce some sucker, have children and then live off of him.As with God, they have been brainwashed to reject the thing they most need, and now they are roadkill

. Their stock-in-trade is love but they can’t love men anymore.
Heterosexual marriage is based on the exchange of female (worldly) power for male power expressed as love. Men want power. Women want love. The heterosexual bond is based on this exchange. Women empower their men by accepting their leadership. By competing for power, they emasculate them. The destruction of the nuclear family is a plank in the Communist Manifesto. Feminism is Communist, (Satanist) subversion.
Taylor Caldwell (1900-1985) a British-born American novelist is a prime example of the (((Communist))) control of American culture. Despite being 
one of the most successful writers of the mid-20th century and author of 30 novels, there are no biographies or movies about her or her work.  Our liberal cultural commissars flushed her down the memory hole. All art now must be agitprop, i.e. politically correct, because we live in a de facto Communist society.  Taylor Caldwell was anti-Communist, and anti-feminist, as the following quote attests: 
“There is no solid satisfaction in any career for a woman like myself. There is no home, no true freedom, no hope, no joy, no expectation for tomorrow, no contentment. I would rather cook a meal for a man and bring him his slippers and feel myself in the protection of his arms than have all the citations and awards and honors I have received worldwide, including the Ribbon of Legion of Honor and my property and my bank accounts. They mean nothing to me. And I am only one among the millions of sad women like myself.”In the article below, written in 1970, she laments that feminists are ruining “nature’s great con” where men provided for wives and children. 

“I fear that men are beginning to suspect that we women conned them through the centuries. I fear they are asking themselves — to women’s terrible hurt — why they should support an able-bodied woman who can earn a good living too, and why should they be responsible for providing a home for women.” 

Men provided a home for women because women raised their children. Being a wife and mother was a respected and necessary role in society before the Communist cockroaches destroyed it. Unless a woman has exceptional talentshe finds her highest expression as a wife and mother. Women used to empower men (by being submissive) in exchange for his love and fidelity. Love is not free. It must be earned. Women earn lifelong love by nurturing husband and children. The Communists convinced them they can find permanent love by sex appeal or career achievement. People forget that the Communist goal is societal destruction. 

Feminism brainwashed women to seek power instead of love. Now everyone is suffering. A woman was created by nature to bear children. Now many are rotting on the vine. 

Below Taylor Caldwell relates how she wanted to be a traditional woman, but society wouldn’t permit it. Updated from 29 July 7, 2023
“Feminism is the Real Enslavement of Women” Abridged from Caldwell’s prescient 1970 classic “Women’s Lib: They’re Spoiling Eve’s Great Con Game.”  


By Taylor Caldwell (1900-1985) (henrymakow.com) 
The left, alas, is now running yet another “Liberation Movement,” this one championing females who believe that the male sex has somehow done the ladies wrong. The members of this Front say they want all the spoils the boys appear to be getting out of life. 

They’re quite mad, of course. What these “girls” are about to do is ruin the biggest Con Game, and the most ancient, which one section of humanity has ever imposed on another, since Eve invented it. 
I’m just jealous, myself, having been deprived by circumstances from getting into that Big Con Game…alas, alas, alas.  But I’ve stood on the sidelines and seethed with envy, and now I hope – I say with a grin over clenched teeth – that the Liberation “girls” will get exactly what they want. It’s all they deserve.

As for myself, I am … plenty happy that my two beautiful daughters are in on the Game and enjoying every minute of it, and wouldn’t even dream of Female Liberation. I brought them up to appreciate their blessings — and to shut their mouths around their husbands, for fear the boys would catch on and demand liberation for themselves, which is exactly the calamity these rampant females in the “Liberation Movement” are going to precipitate. God help the contented women who will be their victims!

I MISSED MY CHANCE

At eighteen, I fell desperately in love with a true man, a man of strength and masculine vitality and courage. He was attracted to me, too. But then one night he said to me, “Janet, you aren’t the gentle little woman my mother was.  My father worshiped her, and no wonder. You are too strong, yourself, and too independent for me. There’d be conflict in the house. You wouldn’t be satisfied just to be taken care of; you’d want to do something on your own, and be a ‘partner’ to me.” 

It’s just no use.” I was struck dumb at this horrifying statement. I wasn’t very articulate then. He gently picked up my hands and shook his head at the old callouses, and as gently put them down. 

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I wanted to cry out to him, ” But I want to be like your mother! I want you to take care of me and deliver me from my hateful daily job! I want you to cherish me! I want only to be your wife and have your children and keep your house! I don’t want a career or anything else. I just want you.” 
But I couldn’t say it. I had no words. My rearing silenced me. And so I never saw him again. But I saw the creeps, all right! They hung on me like leeches. Charity prevents me from elaborating on the matter. After all, a girl has to marry someone, doesn’t she, when her yearning for love and protection overcomes her. And, believe me, unless she is a dyke or a Liberated Commie, that yearning is natural and heart-breaking…

MEN’S LIBERATION
I fear that men are beginning to suspect that we women conned them through the centuries. I fear they are asking themselves — to women’s terrible hurt — why they should support an able-bodied woman who can earn a good living too, and why should they be responsible for providing a home for women. 
Why can’t women be architects and bricklayers and plumbers and stone-masons and lawyers and doctors and businesswomen too, and pile up a fat bank account to be inherited by husbands? 
Why should a man give his ex-wife alimony and child-support checks, when she is just as capable, if not more so, of rolling up her sleeves and getting on the 8:00 bus of a morning for an arduous day in the factory or the office? 
After all, men whisper among themselves — I have heard — that women in Russia are treated exactly as men, and are farm-laborers plowing and seeding and harvesting, and they manhandle big machines in factories, empty garbage, and shovel snow, learn to be bricklayers and steel-workers as well as doctors and lawyers, serve in the armies, drive trucks, wear felt pants, dig sewers and lay pipes, clean chimneys and work in the forests, and do the heaviest of manual labor.

Men, in short, are licking their lips and, for the first time in history, are readying themselves to be exploiters in their turn — to be the soft gentle creature in the house, the soother of exhaustion, the serene person who has nothing to worry about in his pleasant life. Mom’s out there, plugging and “fulfilling” herself, and why should Pop worry? He’s had it coming to him since Eve.

It is a woman’s nature to make a sanctuary of love and delight in her home. That is the true “career” for women. Alas, alas, that so many multitudes of women are now forced — or choose — to abandon that career, and to become imitation men in society. The true men won’t marry them. The creeps will throng about them. They will reap the bitterness I have had to reap — though I never wanted a career, never wanted to be “stalwart.” I just wanted to be a woman.

THE PLAYBOY

You really can’t change human nature, and the instincts of that nature, for good or evil. I know a prosperous young man in New York, in his early thirties, who has a “pad” in a penthouse and is up-to-date on everything, including Ladies’ Liberation. He highly approves of it. It is time, he told me, that women “stopped being parasites” and worked to the day they dropped dead or retired, as men do, and not expect a man “to support them.” 
He is very enthusiastic, too, about women’s “sexual liberation,” and always manages to get a girl who, the dupe and dope, heartily agrees with him. “After all,” says the young man, “women get as much fun out of it as men do, so why should a man feel obligated to marry them, or give them more than a drink and a dinner in exchange? I’m all for this new freedom for the girls.”

He belongs to the Key Club. You know the kind I mean. When I was in New York recently he invited me to meet his “newest girl” at the Club. The “girl” happened to be a member of an advertising agency, a smart, pretty cookie with swinging hair and bright cheeks and eyes, and good manners and an engaging way with her. Only her eyes were vulnerable and soft and tender as she gazed at my young masculine friend. The lovelight shone in those eyes, deep and passionate and devoted. 
I thought those two hit it off wonderfully well, and I thought, too what a wonderful marriage they would make and what handsome and intelligent children they would have. After all, the girl came from a good family, had a master’s degree in publications and advertising, and money of her own. And I could plainly see that marriage was fixed in her own ardent wishes and hopes.

When she went to the “powder room” I said to my sophisticated, progressive, and with-it young pal: “Are you going to marry Sally soon?” He looked absolutely shocked! Suddenly the primitive man was there and not a “modern” man in a dinner jacket and black tie, in a Key Club with bunnies running around and the smell of winey cooking in the air. He was aghast. 

He said “Excuse me, but you can’t be serious, can you? Sally’s all right. But, after all, she is a modern girl — she likes a romp as well as I do. No inhibition.” He paused. Then he said, “Playmates for play-time. But only maidens for marriage!” And he laughed.

When I still stared at him cynically, he got a little mad. “Let’s face it,” he said. “The liberated girls have made their own public bed, and they can lie in it, and we men love it. but if they think we are going to marry them, they’re due for an awakening. No man wants a woman who’s been out on the town with every Tom, Dick, and Harry. When we marry, we don’t want a ‘modern’ woman.” He laughed again. “Oh, we encourage the women to be ‘liberated’! It’s cheap for us, and we get all the free sex we want before we settle down with a decent girl.”

Sally came back, glowing at the boyfriend, her heart in her eyes. No one ever told Sally that she was being used, that her womanhood had been cheapened and degraded by her sister-women in the name of “liberation.” 
Sure, Sally had her “identity,” as they wickedly call it, and her “freedom,” and she was being fulfilled all right, all right! She had her good job and her independence and her nice little apartment…and she was twenty-seven years old and she would soon be middle-aged, and all she could marry then (and even now) would be some “Liberal” creep eager to live on her salary and permit her to support him. 
The young man now opposite her, with his urbane manner and excellent income and ambitions, would never marry Sally. He would marry some sweet, untouched creature who would not “stand shoulder to shoulder with him in the battle for life,” but who would make him a pleasant little wife of whose decency he would be proud, and who had never heard the phrase, “women’s liberation.” Well, I suppose, it serves Sally right and all her deluded and pathetic sisters who sprint off to work every morning and take care of themselves and are as “free as men.” But deep in their deprived hearts, they know how tragic they are.



WHO WANTS EQUALITY WITH MEN?

Girls, the men are catching on — through your sister-women who have been “liberated — that they have been victims for ages of the Big Con Game, and the first thing you know they will be demanding Civil Rights and Equality for themselves, too! It’s up to you, in behalf of future generations, to lull them back and to again become superior. Who wants Equality with men? No woman in her right mind.


Remember this: The strongest sign of the decay of a nation is the feminization of men and the masculinization of women. It is notable that in Communist nations women are exhorted, and compelled, to do what has traditionally been men’s work. American women, some of them, feel triumphant that they have broken down the “barricades” between the work of the sexes. 
I hope they will still feel triumphant when some commissar forces a shovel or an axe into their soft hands and compels them to pound and cut forests and dig ditches. I hope they will be “happy” when a husband deserts them and they must support their children and themselves alone. (After all, if a woman must be “free” she shouldn’t object to men being free too, should she?”)

 I hope they will feel “fulfilled” when they are given no more courtesies due to their sex, and no kindnesses, but are kicked aside on the subways and buses by men, and jostled out of the way by men on busy sidewalks and in elevators. I hope that no man will extend mercy to them because of obvious pregnancies, but will rudely tell them that that is no excuse to shirt a day’s heavy labor, and they should be like Russian women. I hope they will be proud when some court demands that they support “delicate” husbands for a lifetime, and pay alimony. I hope, when they look in their mirrors, that they will be pleased to see exhausted and embittered faces, and that they will be consoled by their paychecks.

The decay and the ruin of a nation has always lain in the hands of its women. So does its life and strength, its reverence for beauty, its mercy and kindness. And, above all, its men.

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Taylor Caldwell was born in England and emigrated to the US with her parents when she was a child in 1907. She was an outspoken conservative and wrote for many publications until her death in 1985. The preceding article was reprinted from the 1970 issue of American Opinion.

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