In this life, there remains the black and white classification of two types of “women”: the wife material and the other “woman” (more commonly known as: Madonna/whore). Because of this seemingly unshakeable phenomenon, “men” have managed to succeed at achieving their primary aim in life in order to stay in power: pitting “women” against one another through marionette-like control via the effective means of the smokescreen caused by jealousy.
While this “female” toward “female” resentment can manifest in many ways (see: Heathers, Mean Girls), the most common one tends to come out when a “man” who claimed to make a commitment to fidelity is caught cheating with the proverbial “other woman.” His reasons for doing so, however, often have less to do with the “woman” he’s saddled with on a regular basis and more to do with the fact that a greater amount of novelty is at play with vag that is not as attainable as a result of its illicitness (“men,” after all, need a lot of psychological bells and whistles to get an erection for a “woman”).
The wife and/or steady ride or die he ends up hurting (pride and vanity-wise, primarily) when he inevitably gets caught, unfortunately, cannot comprehend the bullshit motives behind his effrontery, choosing and preferring, instead, to malign the “Jezebel temptress bitch” that “forced” him to stray (even a “feminist” like Hillary fell prey to this behavior in ultimately deciding to stay with Bill). That “women” continue to succumb to this transparent trap (Cardi B being the most blatant exemplar of late) remains a stubborn confirmation of just how much “women,” in their surface pettiness of not wanting to see that “their” “man” could possibly willingly want to do them wrong, are their own worst enemy when it comes to being enslaved by patriarchy.
Missing A Clit 