Somebody sent me a link to the Puffington Host – a website that makes my ears and eyes spontaneously start bleeding. The subject at hand is women, and how sad they are. Normally I don’t read this stuff for the same reason I quit reading Frank McCort after Angela’s Ashes: all his books are about how much it sucks to be Irish. I’m sick of hearing about everything collapsing, falling apart, boo hoo.
But this article by Ariana herself, is stupid enough that the whole “oh pity me because I have ovaries” tone doesn’t grate as much. For instance:
When you think about all that has happened over the last four decades — with women securing greater opportunity, greater achievement, greater influence, and more money — the decline in our collective state of mind seems to defy logic, and raises the vexing question: What in the world is going on?
It’s a question we’ll be exploring in depth on HuffPost in the coming weeks, in a series of blog posts by bestselling author and lecturer Marcus Buckingham. Drawing on his years as a senior researcher at Gallup, Marcus has developed a far-ranging expertise on what all of us — but especially women — can do to live richer, more purposeful, and, yes, happier lives.
Marcus kicks things off today with a look at “What’s Happening to Women’s Happiness?” a post in which he drills into the data on women and happiness, and looks at what is causing the downward drift. He also sets the table for the coming weeks during which he will lay out his prescriptions for bucking the unhappiness trend, the subject of his latest book Find Your Strongest Life: What the Happiest and Most Successful Women Do Differently,” which will be published on September 29th (just six days before our Books section launches!).
So a dude is going to explain in minute detail why women are sad?
Oh my God. This is so awesome I can’t stand it.
Women are sad because for the past forty years, old bats like Ariana Huffington have completely emasculated the men by making them feel guilty for being men. As a result, women are finding themselves acting like mommies for their husbands, and acting like bitches to everyone else. This is not normal. Let the damn men be men and let the women be women, and watch people flourish with joy.
So here we have a guy, who is so emasculated that he has become an expert on women’s emotions (just think about that for a moment), who is now going to tell other women why they’re sad.
If women are sad isn’t it our own responsibility to make ourselves happy? Or do we actually need a man to tell us what we’re doing wrong?
I’m confused. Maybe I need a man to explain to me what these big words mean.