One of the worse experiences in my life involved the awkward female role in MS. My younger brother could just give public talks. B/c of his penis and his youth, everyone was praising him. Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, a brother. I was young, about twelve. My parents would never arrange a h/holder ahead of time for me to practice. I wrote scripts. A sister who was a complete stranger flubbed her lines.
So this twelve year old girl was pulled apart and told how bad she was by the stupid servant. In the car, this girl's father was very abusive, stating how no good she was. Grades are nothing. MS is a test of character and intellect. My grandmother interceded for me. She was told she was a woman and to mind her place. Grandmother, very much a latent feminist, agreed and shut up. In fairness, my brother was sympathetic. I dreaded MS. Whenever I became very ill and suffered monster menstrual cramps so I could avoid MS, I rejoiced to the Lord.
I tried so hard with all my brain, heart, and soul. Let a brother face this situation. The Watchtower needs some liberated women willing to pay back. Educating Taliban women was our solution to terrorism. Brothers need instructing. I refer the reader to Gloria Steinem's If Men Menstruated.
Later in life, I have problems b/c I am too deferntial. Employers don't pay much for deferential workers. They want competence.
