This is another page from Alexandre Jutt Dirge’s journal. She is a Masters of Chemistry student at the Solune Academy (Officially named the Solune Royal house of Sophia.)
She is known for having a scathing tongue and being extremely judgemental. She is also considered beautiful. Tall, well endowed, and having pale and clear skin. Hated by most, loved by few.
As a woman, I can confirm that woman are primarily useless.
Even now, as I get my masters degree in Kemia, I have contributed nothing to the world.
There is, of course, a shift that comes in most women’s lives,
When they become the most valuable class of human on the planet.
Women and children.
The time between marriage (when there is no escape) and parenthood,
That is when a woman is truly the most valuable.
However, they are still of little worth.
It is not until a woman has a child that she herself exits childhood.
Suddenly, at the moment she holds her infant,
She becomes masculine. Focused.
As the child grows, and becomes more independent, so does she.
Two children or more is mandatory.
One is a form of slow, dull torture for the entire family unit.
Children must be socialized, as the woman must.
A single child is like a single parent. Useless and damaged.
Do your best, Alexandre, you lone child. Find friends.
After this point, ideally in the late twenties, life begins.
Everything before this moment was in first and second gear,
But you will now coast in third at all times,
Find second in the home,
First in the bedchamber,
And overdrive, is your passions, within and without.
Adult women; mothers and grandmothers, are useful.
That is why brothers, husbands and fathers spend so much time ferrying them to that stage.
The patriarchy is hormonally constructed
To make women perfect.
Sophia. Women become repositories of wisdom.
From Sophia to Paglia, to Wollstonecraft to Asphasia, to Gwenhime to Chloe,
To you and I. Everyone could use a little more wisdom.
So, bachelorettes and girls, what the fuck are you doing?
The world needs its heroes.
Thanks for listening, ἐφημερίς. No one else listens like you. Usually, they hate me whenever I dare to speak, and so I am silent.
Looking for love,
Alexandre Jutt Dirge.
Alexander Jutt’s Journal – Epinephrine (a different page)