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The Bernie Sanders Essay “Man and Woman” is the modern roadmap to Stepford

Thursday, June 11th, 2015

The Vermont presidential candidate Bernie Sanders recently had one of his vintage essays unearthed. As usual, the media knee-jerked to the most sensational lines of assault and pornography to _blind_ the general public against the subtle cry of the modern man. We girls here at the Stepford Wives Organization have always agreed that you have to gently sift through the chaff of male-speak to discover the sensitivity of the male identity.

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Though the full 1972 essay “Man and Woman” is reproduced in it’s entirety below, we put our blinders on against the sensational bits and bring your attention to several noteworthy lines.

The modern battle of the sexes is really one of language. We have several members who are fairly well-read in the feminist canon. You cannot read Sanders’s essay by taking it out of context. After all, this was 1972, a time between bra-burning and ERA, when Gloria Steinham and the National Organization for Women were coming into their own. Now if you take look at language carefully and reinspect this essay, it’s really the same traditional message we’ve always espoused.

Women, for their own preservation, are trying to pull themselves together. And it’s necessary for all of humanity that they do so. Slavishness on one hand breeds pigness on the other hand. Pigness on one hand hand breeds slavishness on the other

Substitute the patronizing “pigness” with masculinity, and “slavishness” with femininity and what do we have?

“Women, for their own preservation, are trying to pull themselves together. And it’s necessary for all of humanity that they do so. Femininity on one hand breeds masculinity on the other hand. Masculinity on one hand hand breeds femininity on the other….”

In the modern technological industrial era, the dependent role of man and wife have become just that, “roles.” Even homosexual couples adopt these roles to some degree, even if it fluctuates between two people constantly.

“In the beginning there were strong men who killed the animals and brought home the food — and the dependent women who cooked it. No more! Only the roles remain –waiting to be shaken off.”

At our organization, these roles are still valid and they are not negotiable. We Stepford girls cherish being dependent on our men.

Their (women) qualities of love, openness and gentleness were too deeply enmeshed with qualities of dependency, subservience, and masochism. How do you love — with-out being dependent? How do you be gentle — without being subservient? How do you maintain a relationship without giving up your identity and getting strung out? How do you reach out and give your heart to your lover, but maintain the soul which is you?

The Stepford roadmap is that we women maintain our relationships without giving up the identity of love, openness, and gentleness, EVEN if it is enmeshed in “dependency, subservience, and mascohism.” That is how we love.

The closing lines of Sanders’s essay give us:

And she said, “You wanted me not as a woman, or as a lover, or a friend, but as a submissive woman, or submissive friend , or submissive lover….”

In the Stepford Organization, the two are one and the same. We help make our husbands whole by fulfilling our rightly place as submissive woman, submissive friend, and submissive lover.

That is the path in finding our way towards rediscovering and restoring the traditional role of man and woman.

Essay with transcript follows:

Bernie Sanders 1972 Essay Man and Woman

Bernie Sanders 1972 Essay Man and Woman

A man goes home and masturbates his typical fantasy. A woman on her knees, a woman tied up, a woman abused.

A woman enjoys intercourse with her man — as she fantasizes being raped by 3 men simultaneously.

The man and woman get dressed up on Sunday — and go to Church, or maybe to their “revolutionary” political meeting.

Have you ever looked at the Stag, Man, Hero, Tough magazines on the shelf of your local bookstore? Do you know why the newspapers with the articles like “Girl 12 raped by 14 men” sell so well? To what in us are they appealing?

Women, for their own preservation, are trying to pull themselves together. And it’s necessary for all of humanity that they do so. Slavishness on one hand breeds pigness on the other hand. Pigness on one hand hand breeds slavishness on the other, Men and women — both are losers. Women adapt themselves to fill the needs of men, and men adapt themselves to fill the needs of women. In the beginning there were strong men who killed the animals and brought home the food — and the dependent women who cooked it. No more! Only the roles remain –waiting to be shaken off. There are no “human” oppressors. Oppressors have lost their humanity. On one hand “slavishness,” one the other hand “pigness.” Six of one, half dozen of the other, Who wins?
Many women seem to be walking a tightrope now. Their qualities of love, openness and gentleness were too deeply enmeshed with qualities of dependency, subservience, and masochism. How do you love — with-out being dependent? How do you be gentle — without being subservient? How do you maintain a relationship without giving up your identity and getting strung out? How do you reach out and give your heart to your lover, but maintain the soul which is you?

And Men. Men are in pain too. They are thinking, wondering. What is it they want from a woman? Are they at fault? Are they perpetrating this man-woman situation? Are they oppressors?
The man is bitter.

“You lied to me,” he said. (She did).

“You said that you loved me, that you wanted me, that you needed me. Those are your words.” (They are).

“But in reality,” he said, “If you ever love me, or wanted me, or needed me (all of which I’m not certain was ever true), you also hated me. You hated me — just as you have hated every man in your entire life, but you didn’t have the guts to tell me that. You hated me before you ever saw me, even though I was not your father, or your teacher, or your sex friend when you were 13 years old, or your husband. You hated me not because of who I am, or what I was to you, but because I am a man. You did not deal with me as a person — as me. You lived a lie with me, used me and played games with me — and that’s a piggy thing to do.”

And she said, “You wanted me not as a woman, or as a lover, or a friend, but as a submissive woman, or submissive friend , or submissive lover; and right now where my head is I balk at even the slightest suspicion of that kind of demand.

And he said, “You’re full of _______.”

And they never again made love together (which they had each liked to do more than anything) or never ever saw each other one more time.