I want to share a story of what happened to me when I was about 26 years old. First: I am a very strong woman. I have been in many arm-wrestling fights and challenges. I can beat most any female, arm-wrestling. Granted, I have not met every single female in the once great USA. But if I did, I could probably beat them or give them a damn good fight. Being a waitress in a restaurant that had the kitchen downstairs (2 flights) and the dining room upstairs will make ya strong. At 15 years old, I was clocked throwing a fastball (baseball) 84 mph. To this day I am in the mid 70′s. I can throw a softball, close to 150 feet. Pretty damn good for a gal. I am a pretty intimidating gal, no bones about it. Hell, I have even kicked the ass of a few men in my life-time (NO, I am not the bitch you’re thinking, I NEVER ‘took any man’ for all that he had), just kicked a few guys asses ;) ….
Things changed for me in one day. I was invited to take a 13 mile hike in the foothills of Central California.
I got dressed in shorts, a baseball hat, my water and lunch. 6 guys & 6 gals were on the hike. Off we went. I had no idea we would be hiking 13 miles. I was also stupid, I didn’t have quite enough water. Hell, after 2 miles, most of the women were beat. But, we all kept going. Walking slow. But, guess who was not walking slow? The MEN. Halfway up the hill, we came to a flatland area and ate our lunch. I told the group leader that I was going to take a hike, straight back down this different path. She said NO. ‘I don’t know that path’. I told her I didn’t give a shit, I am tired and it would benefit me if I just went down the hill. I can find my way, I am, after all, 1/4 Seneca-Iroquois and an Indian can find themselves out of any ‘ol woods.. She insisted: NO.
Onward, up a steep grade. It was torment like you can’t believe. This hill was about 42-48% grade. That’s tough to climb, people. I got to the top and was giving this bitchy-female (the leader) the dirtiest looks… LOL.. Onward.. Mad/Angry-faced me. At some point, I asked the leader; “Why are the men not tired at all?” She said “What!? Are you crazy, Pauli? Men are stronger than women!” I gave her an odd look.. [You all know that is not the m.o. for women's lib.] But, who could deny the men were not even tired!? Finally, we got to “Mt. Toyon Road”, (which is a mile from the end of the hike) I looked down into the Promised land… [LMAOFF]………….
Over and over, I was barfing my guts out, heaving, dry heaves. Dizzy, passing out. The MEN were already at the bottom of the hill!!!! I had NO help. So much for women’s equality, eh? My friend and I were leaning on each-other the rest of the way down. She was exhausted, but not as bad as me, she had more water. I didn’t bring enough water, remember?
At the bottom of the hill, I laid down, and was cautioned to NOT drink water, for fear of convulsions. We got home, everyone else decided to go to the lake. I stayed at home. Could not stop barfing. Finally, I had to drive myself to the hospital ER. I can’t even remember, to this day – how the hell I got myself there. I was DYING. For real. The doc saw me immediately. I was suffering a major heat stroke. He gave me some pills to stop the heaving.
For the next 3 days, I was recuperating from this bitch of a hike. Which is why I support women’s inequality, 100%.
Women are not equal to men. Period. When the SHTF, you she-males will ALL find out. I will be laughing my ass off saying “I told ya so!”
Meanwhile….. keep dreaming because that’s all women’s ‘equality’ is about-a dream and for sane women, a nitemare: