Womens' Wishes

Feminism has only made women more unhappy:

According to a recent study by an American medical institute, loneliness is the leading cause of depression among middle-aged females. I should know, as I recently fell prey to the unforgiving maw of mental illness. This has taken me to hospital several times after I experienced impulses so dark that friends became concerned. On one occasion, I recall a nurse in A&E asking me about my plans to end my life, and replying that, like Keir Starmer’s views on women, they were unformed. But the truth is that much of my depression sprung from a solitary existence that would be eschewed by a race of alley cats. I do not know one single woman of my generation who lives such a life and actually likes it. Our plight is like that of the Tory voter, or of certain minorities before the 1960s liberal reforms. Such people as myself lead twilight lives, afraid to go out during the day, commiserating with each other in the privacy of our homes. Now, thanks to Generation Z, we are the demographic that dare not speak its name. Readers may demur, but I have sympathy for Generation Z. I really do. Not for its idleness, but for its desire for emotional fulfilment; for its instinct that human affection and relationships are as important as work, or even more so. Recently, after my depression became debilitating, I had a female student living in my home. She was 24 and had blue-black hair and skin that seemed lit with the sun’s afterglow. After a week of acquaintanceship, it dawned on me that the notion of not marrying and giving birth before the age of 30 was anathema to her, and, like Christ in the garden of Gethsemane, she wished to dash this cup from her lips. In short, she wanted to conduct her life like a woman.

Unfortunately modern feminists wouldn't allow it...