[Jeb Stuart Thurmond]

"Emotional labor". Sounds like something feminists would come up with.

After all, who has the luxury of taking emotion seriously? Spoiled rich white women AKA feminists. Everyone else in the world is too busy to indulge their hormones, they have to suppress their emotions because they have things that need to get done.

We built this city with drama and feeeelings....

Is drama-work the same as lifting rusty rebar? Sure, I guess, but please princess, tell us about the last time somebody died on your jobsite. That happens in men's work. Is there emotional labor going on when a man washes the blood of his buddy from the machinery? Obviously not for you their isn't.

And who else but a richwhiteprincess would be delusional enough to think that emotions have value? People may joke about yummy salty tears, but that's not actually a thing. Your tears are valueless.

The whole thing stinks of Marx's "labor theory of value" which, when dumbed-down for ordinary people, translates into "I put lots of effort into making this spinach and turnip jello, therefore it is delicious".

No - when you choose which plumber to hire, do you judge them by the amount of sweat that evaporates from their visible buttcracks, or do you choose the one that successfully get the jobs done?

The price of something is value of something of something, as judged by the customer - if you're choosing between identical cakes, do you pay more for the one whose baker had an emotional breakdown? No - because it's the same cake, and therefore has the same value. The drama added no value.

Unless someone can go above and beyond "it's not my job to educate you", I will continue to assume that "Emotional labor" isn't.

[Mary Etheldreda]

Originally Posted by Jeb Stuart Thurmond

"Emotional labor". Sounds like something feminists would come up with.

Eve was the first feminist and was the first to cry foul for a selfishly perceived "injustice" that was not hers to decry in the first place. Women lack the muscular strength and social cunning God blessed men with, and instead naturally excel at what the serpent himself could not do - persuade man to sin, to rebel against God, to paint a narrative of reality that works in her favor to be the center of attention; a social and spiritual Jezebel if you will. There is no cure until she has accepted Christ into her heart and allowed Him to Lord over her, literally.

The modern day feminist refuses to accept her natural calling - to be a wife and mother. She is crabby because she has a constant aching in her soul and in her womb where the soul of an infant would be placed lovingly by Jesus' Own Glorious Hand should she actually fulfill her duty and bless a husband with a quiver full of babies (Psalm 127:3-5).

Statistics show us women do not do better in the workforce, no matter how much they clamor on about not having the opportunity to prove themselves. Feminists are naturally emotional, jealous, and prone to mental breakdowns because their wombs are not actively engaged in creating new life that honors Christ. In the same way a spoiled apple can ruin the whole bunch, a spoiled womb can ruin the whole woman. Feminists claim to be equal to men but they are lesser - not because they are women but because they are pawns, willing dupes of Satan himself, eagerly brainwashed to do the work of the dark lord when they could find a decent man to put up with them if they just put a little work into their appearance and demeanor.

No job will open the door for a feminist, no corporation will hold her hand walking on an icy sidewalk, no boss will have pillow fights with her children on a lazy Saturday while the feminist makes breakfast. The feminist lacks children who wait with baited breath as a Godly husband comes home from work to be pampered like he deserves. Instead, she wants to be pampered because she has penis envy and does not appreciate the True Value of her womb. Had Jesus intended for girls to grow up to get college degrees and higher education like MBAs and work, He would have scheduled puberty to start in her 30's.

Originally Posted by Jeb Stuart Thurmond

And who else but a richwhiteprincess would be delusional enough to think that emotions have value? People may joke about yummy salty tears, but that's not actually a thing. Your tears are valueless.

Presumably there is some value to the tears of the Christian woman, for otherwise why would the Good Lord collect them in bottles and write about them in books (Psalm 56:8)? The Holy Bible doesn't say He is a hoarder, so there must be a good explanation for that at least.

[Isabella White]

Oh, it's really very simple, dear Brother Jeb. I think it's just a new-fangled term that translates, roughly, along the lines of: "if you can't take the heat, then stay out of the kitchen." And the kitchen is just where these overwrought women ought to be, and not in some fancy office trying to be the next Alexis running the world from a TV show. You know, I think part of the emotional bit comes from the guilt that these women feel, knowing they should be at home raising the children, baking bread and ironing hubby's socks and underwear nicely, and NOT climbing some corporate ladder so they can drive a pink Cadillac around town.

Now, in the attached photo, you will see what I mean -- clearly, a highly-strung woman who has no shame, as she thinks nothing of having a breakdown in a working environment. She might as well be wearing a sandwich-board sign that says, "Poor me; won't you join my pity party?"

A blessed day to you, Dear,
Sincerely, Isabella W.

[Joanna Lytton-Vasey]

"Emotional labor" isn't a term I'm familiar with, but I would assume it has something to do with being feeble and incompetent and making a lot of unnecessary fuss during childbirth. This should be grounds for divorce. Any woman whose babies don't slither out like greased grapes needs more faith in Our Lord.

[Jeb Stuart Thurmond]

If feminists actually cared about unequal pay for equal work, they would do something about the wage gap between poor housewives and wealthy housewives. Does Melinda Gates work millions of times harder than a Somalian housewife? Are her meals and clean floors worth billions?

Feminists could have come up with their own redistribution system to solve the housewife wage gap...But the thought never crossed their mind. It's not how feminists think, it's not what feminism is. Feminism is for princesses who want to whine at men until a man solves his damsel's distress.

[Sally Paulson]

Originally Posted by Jeb Stuart Thurmond

Are her meals and clean floors worth billions?

As a good-looking, loving wife, I'm a lot more productive in certain duties than the frigid Jabbas that other men have for wives. Yet even though I provide greater value, I get paid the same. That's another wage-gap the Hillarys of the world won't deal with.

I think feminism happens because lots of women are overly-agreeable pushovers who think their doormat status can be solved by making alliance with b!tches. They think that the selfless, submissive, and naive will be the winners in a deal with with selfish, arrogant, and manipulative.

That never works.

Imagine if feminism made a scientific project to figure out which kind of men are bad for women, so woman can avoid them. Then women use their sex-boycott power to force bad men to improve themselves, on pain of lifelong loneliness.

But of course feminists know exactly who the worst men are - it's the most attractive ones. Boycotting them would take willpower - might take "emotional labor" - but the feminist slogan is "hear me roar", not "watch me do something difficult but useful". Biker rallies and slutwalks always manage to be on different streets, I have yet to hear of a sit-in at a biker bar. Far easier to blame the nerds for everything. ("Male entitlement")

[Basilissa]

Originally Posted by Jeb Stuart Thurmond

If feminists actually cared about unequal pay for equal work, they would do something about the wage gap between poor housewives and wealthy housewives. Does Melinda Gates work millions of times harder than a Somalian housewife? Are her meals and clean floors worth billions?

Feminists could have come up with their own redistribution system to solve the housewife wage gap...But the thought never crossed their mind. It's not how feminists think, it's not what feminism is. Feminism is for princesses who want to whine at men until a man solves his damsel's distress.

Well, I'm sorry, but I feel that when I receive diamond solitaire earrings or a lovely emerald necklace or a similar small token of appreciation from my beloved, I feel like I deserve it. What I provide Enrique he could not get from just anyone. So no, I don't feel there is a wage gap. A woman who was not able to secure her position as a trophy wife (or a trophy fiancée ) of a wealthy man, must be an ugly, fat, unshaven, baggy-clothes wearing feminist who never used makeup, and therefore deserves to be poor.


(I'm so sorry if I offended your feelings, Sally).

[Sally Paulson]

Originally Posted by Basilissa

(I'm so sorry if I offended your feelings, Sally).

Now, wait just there, when I said "frigid Jabbas" of course I meant present company excluded!

I think of you more as a fresh breeze - a brisk November day, and you're not saggy, you just have a handy place to keep pencil or ten.

[MitzaLizalor]

"Thought experiments" are popular with these types and I was reminded immediately of the Philistine who placed his daughter in an emotionally fraught situation looking for added value.

She lived in Timnath with her Philistine father who knew no better than to dominate the Israelites in their own promised land, and sure enough he started doing thought experiments. Imagine if you were that Philistine. You notice one of the men over whom you have dominion has taken a shine to your daughter. Down he comes with Mum and Dad to open negotiations.

Judges 14:3e Get her for me; for she pleaseth me well.

You shove her forward and she flutters the eyelid, managing her emotional responses (or lack thereof) sufficiently to close the deal – at least as far as the young man is concerned. For the next part of the thought experiment you need to imagine things from the perspective of a young goat. I'm not going to have you frolicking in a meadow or going “maa-a-a.” but if it helps, that's fine. The purpose is for a simile, not one I thought up myself but one used by God to help us understand.

Unbeknown to the rotten Philistine or anyone else, there'd been a surprise encounter on the way down to Timnath. Imagine what it would be like for a frolicsome beastie [RIGHT] to be hoisted up alive. It was like that for the lion right after deciding (foolishly) to roar at a brave young Israelite.

Judges 14:5c-6 Behold, a young lion roared against him. And the Spirit of the LORD came mightily upon him, and he rent him as he would have rent a kid, and he had nothing in his hand: but he told not his father or his mother what he had done.

Some people don't need to do thought experiments. They deal with reality on its own terms. Back to the Philistine. What better way to kill some time than for your new son-in-law to throw a party? It sounds like one of those dreadful house parties where everyone gets dressed up and spontaneously act like idiots for days on end but even if it isn't, it's bound to be a heathen affair due to the daughter. Imagine she is you. Thirty of the young men who'd turned up for the debauch wagered they could crack a riddle. You're watching—thinking your new husband must be on the sauce, ready to activate your emotional control skills—as he presents riddle number one. It's a doozy.

Judges 14:12b-14a If ye can…find it out then I'll give you thirty sheets and thirty change of garments: but if ye cannot declare it me then shall ye give me thirty sheets and thirty change of garments. And they said unto him, Put forth thy riddle that we may hear it. And he said unto them:

Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came forth sweetness.

After a few days you can see they're not going to get it and tidy up your emotional work-station ready for business. And sure enough along come the Philistines. They want you to do a little something for them – no pressure, it's your choice, but there will be a little something for you if you make the wrong decision. You notice some unusual dancing going on in the background but really it's a no brainer. You are a Philistine first, a wife ..maybe.

[MitzaLizalor]

RIDDLE NUMBER TWO

How much either simulated or constrained emotion was required at this stage it's difficult to say. She's still pretty much involved with customer liaison (it's a job) but on the other hand there's some pretty hefty boot to go with that Philistine carrot. My feeling here is that she's a carrot gal, the boot was unnecessary, but the party's been going on for a seven days by now and I've heard that after a week under such circumstances no-one can tell who's wearing the paisley body stocking and who's pirouetting around in the nude.

Judges 14:15b Entice thy husband, that he may declare unto us the riddle, lest we burn thee and thy father's house with fire

Now they were doing thought experiments! Imagining she'd only invited them to the party to scoop in some bed linen—and fancy clothes for her new fancy man—they saw no alternative but to threaten incineration. Some people!

In our thought experiment, it's time for her to be us again and for us to imagine her situation. Perhaps the festivities have frazzled your nerves or perhaps it's a controlled emotional response but your choice not to be burned alive wins the day and off you go to your new husband. Will your awareness of possible outcomes influence your performance? Can you imagine those flames? You'll have to make it good!

Judges 14:16b,17 Thou dost but hate me, and lovest me not: thou hast put forth a riddle unto the children of my people, and hast not told it me…and she wept before him the seven days, while their feast lasted: and it came to pass on the seventh day, that he told her, because she lay sore upon him: and she told the riddle to the children of her people.

What you hadn't know was the full story of that lion. There was a little something he'd been keeping back but you'd been professional enough to find out what it was. After your initial deal was was in the bag, he'd wandered off for some reason but returned after a while, stopping along the way to check something out.

Judges 14:8-9 After a time he returned to take her, and he turned aside to see the carcase of the lion: and, behold, there was a swarm of bees & honey in the carcase of the lion. And he took thereof in his hands and went on eating

That was it! You knew the riddle! Well two can play at this game.
The party seems to be zipping along so it's time to get ready for some value adding.
Things are about to liven up considerably!

Judges 14:18-19d And the men of the city said unto him on the seventh day before the sun went down:

What is sweeter than honey? and what is stronger than a lion?

He said unto them, If ye had not plowed with my heifer, ye had not found out my riddle. And the Spirit of the LORD came upon him, and he went down to Ashkelon, and slew thirty men of them, and took their spoil, and gave change of garments unto them which expounded the riddle.

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Looks like it's all over for hubby. And best avoid Ashkelon for the time being. But you're in Timnath with all those sheets and fancy garments – the added value for the thirty men you achieved by professional modulation of emotions despite your short-lived marriage. "The price one pays," you reflect; yet what about your own needs? Do they even figure in the workplace? But there's nothing to worry about, you're handed over to one of the friends.

They were all so busy doing thought experiments that they forgot to keep their feet on the ground and their emotions in check. After all, we're told, an emotional response is an uncontrolled response which makes it so much more important to have someone around who can.

[Sally Paulson]

Originally Posted by Basilissa

ugly, fat, unshaven, baggy-clothes wearing

That's not what the gentlemen are saying about me. THIS is what they are saying about me:

[upchucker67]

I don't know what women have to complain about; is that all they can do on impulse? Obviously they never had two kidney stones pass in one sitting.