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The connection between female and marxism was unclear to me until Dr Peterson taught the concept that as a mother a woman is first to embrace equality between children, ensuring each had its shard of food etc. She would deny a heirarchy among them despite their tendency to create a competitive pecking order.

Then press that idea onto world economics via society. Looking at HR departments we can see the marxism/ wokeness in action. Evil. No wonder folks want to be free of their unions: they’ve gone way too far with their narcissistic control freak thinking.

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I disagree with Peterson's simplistic theory (as you present it) blaming women for the acceptance of marxism.

I blame stupidity and laziness in individuals of both sexes.

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Infantile Marxism simplified is that it gains strength with direct attack upon husband family authority (and gains power for women/wives within the Protestant household. This protestant links directly to Jesuits that taught Marxist concepts beginning with the weakened Vatican standing after the 30 years war). Women are nearly always directed by others, ideally by her husband, but upon family destruction, by her cultural leaders as taught her on the street or through Jesuit controlled media. More, but has nothing to do with anything but the human drive to attack Christ. Simply study any culture and note the complete denial of Christ, then note total lack of quality of life.

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Equality is not equity. There is nothing wrong with equality and fairness. A woman is given children to care for the best she can. If raising them with love, she treats them equal. She recognizes their strengths and their weaknesses and still tries to raise them equally with love. Good fathers try to do the same. Marxism seeks to destroy the family in general by breaking the bond that parents have with their children. Blaming this on women is ridiculous and seems a feeble attempt to free mentally ill men of their guilt and responsibility for the evil they have done.

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There are plenty of women who do not love their children equally Stevanovitch. It depends on the genetic similarity of the child to them. Peterson is not always correct.

Sylvia Plath in her most famous poem "Daddy" said "every woman adores a fascist." Poor disturbed soul she was but I think she might have been right.

You do not do, you do not do

Any more, black shoe

In which I have lived like a foot

For thirty years, poor and white,

Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.

You died before I had time——

Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,

Ghastly statue with one gray toe

Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic

Where it pours bean green over blue

In the waters off beautiful Nauset.

I used to pray to recover you.

Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town

Scraped flat by the roller

Of wars, wars, wars.

But the name of the town is common.

My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.

So I never could tell where you

Put your foot, your root,

I never could talk to you.

The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.

Ich, ich, ich, ich,

I could hardly speak.

I thought every German was you.

And the language obscene

An engine, an engine

Chuffing me off like a Jew.

A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.

I began to talk like a Jew.

I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna

Are not very pure or true.

With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck

And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack

I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you,

With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.

And your neat mustache

And your Aryan eye, bright blue.

Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You——

Not God but a swastika

So black no sky could squeak through.

Every woman adores a Fascist,

The boot in the face, the brute

Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,

In the picture I have of you,

A cleft in your chin instead of your foot

But no less a devil for that, no not

Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.

I was ten when they buried you.

At twenty I tried to die

And get back, back, back to you.

I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,

And they stuck me together with glue.

And then I knew what to do.

I made a model of you,

A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.

And I said I do, I do.

So daddy, I’m finally through.

The black telephone’s off at the root,

The voices just can’t worm through.

If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two——

The vampire who said he was you

And drank my blood for a year,

Seven years, if you want to know.

Daddy, you can lie back now.

There’s a stake in your fat black heart

And the villagers never liked you.

They are dancing and stamping on you.

They always knew it was you.

Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.

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What an awful piece of "poetry." I've always ignored Plath due to her overly-dramatic, pitiable bio.

While this garbage may reflect a disturbing childhood or a disturbed mind -- or both, it does not shed any light on the normal female psyche.

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Awful perhaps and certainly dark, surreal and shocking it is also brilliant and, IMO, strangely beautiful. Presenting it without stanzas doesn't do it justice. Plath was an enormous talent. Her father's biggest sin against her might have been only to die too soon. Being beaten by her estranged husband two days before she miscarried might have had some influence. It seems more than a coincidence that the mistress he ran off with later committed murder-suicide in a similar manner to Plath's suicide.

As a whole it doesn't shed light on the normal female psyche, except that, although it may be an overgeneralization to say "every" woman adores a Fascist, many women do choose men like Ted Hughes. Dark tetrad men are very attractive and Hughes might have been dark tetrad. It would have been better if Plath had never met him.

https://www.idrlabs.com/dark-quad/test.php

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I see Plath's life and work as self-indulgent wallowing in suffering. The performance art of a thwarted child as a means of controlling others that backfires on her again and again.

The awkward, clunky language of this sample reveals her poor effort to emulate poetry while seeking the sympathy she apparently craved but never sought, preferring to fuel her misguided concepts of love and poetic inspiration with exposure to abuse.

That said, I appreciate your empathy for such an individual. It may come from a psychological evaluation of her life and work as a whole in contrast to my wish to evaluate her individual poems on their stand-alone literary merit.

NOTES: I agree she'd have been better off never having met Hughes. But she would have sought and found someone else exactly like him.

Also, the destruction Hughes left in his path reminds me of Jackson Browne's shameful history with women.

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I know nothing of Browne's history. If it's anything like Hughes' history then it's appalling. Plath's poetry had very little emotional impact on me when I was forced to study it in the early years of high school in remote, rural Australia. I was too young and immature. Leonard Cohen's work, which I was also made to study, had far more impact. Now, Plath's work takes my breath away. I feel for her for the major depressive episodes she suffered. One of her friends said that she had made plans for the future only a few days before she suicided successfully so it seems to.me that it was most likely an impulsive act. If she was beaten by Hughes before she miscarried then she might have had complex PTSD superimposed on her likely dramatic vulnerable child personality disorder characteristics. I do feel empathy for domestic violence victims, not all of whom engage in victim precipitation. She might have provoked Hughes but that would not justify him beating her, at any time but especially while she was heavily pregnant. Unfortunately, many women have precipitated their own murders. Strangely, I have some empathy for Susan Atkins, even though I suspect she made Charles Manson her fall guy. Atkins was a cold blooded psychopath and killer. Nonetheless, I suspect her conversion to Christianity in prison was genuine, although many such conversions in prison are faked. I have no empathy for her fellow Manson cult killer Tex Watson.

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Few people are so understanding and magnanimous in their judgments.

As an aside, I never picked up on your being Australian. Meant in a positive way, you always seemed American. Or, to be precise, you know a lot more about American history and politics than I know about Australia. And I don't detect anything "foreign" in your written voice. A pleasant surprise.

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Although I'm not a mother myself, I would argue that ALL women do not love their children equally... Although most work hard to make it LOOK like that's not true. So, then, what is the true motivation or belief system behind many women working so hard to look like they're not biased??? Hmm...

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It's nothing more or less than the desire to nurture each of our offspring to the best of our ability (consciously or unconsciously) despite certain of their innate characteristics that may be impossible to improve.

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I think that's the basic reality, but there are numerous other reasons why a mother would try her best to treat her children equally. But, the truth remains that the children themselves KNOW what's going on - they're much more intuitive than we often give them credit for. Now, how that information affects the children is an entirely different question, though equally important.

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Yes. A very good point and a very good question. Your post reminds me that, after my mother's death, I learned that each of my 4 siblings believed that one of the others was her favorite. I always thought I was her favorite. But never said so.

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LOL... Although my Mother did her best to show each of the 3 of us that we were each loved, my youngest brother was the "golden child"... lol. I'm in my 50's and found out only about a decade ago from my Dad that I was my Mom's favorite. LOL.

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Just curious whether you are the eldest of your siblings, as I am.

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