When Empowering the Girl Child Becomes an “Attack on Men”
Me: teach your daughters to center themselves and be the main characters in their own lives.
Bandits: yeah but but but… isn’t that teaching girls to hate men?
Excuse me? Hate who?
Because every time women begin to speak life into themselves, here come the self-appointed defenders of male fragility — clutching their invisible pearls, humming that old familiar tune:
“Not all men, not all men…”
But it’s always a man.
(We know. We’ve been here before.)
The song never changes.
The moment a woman says “I want to love myself,” a man somewhere starts convulsing as though self-love in women is an act of terrorism.
How does a post about empowering the girl child flip into a conversation about men being hated?
We’re literally saying: “Let’s teach girls to love themselves enough to be the main characters of their own lives.”
And somehow that translates to “men are under attack.”
Be serious.
We didn’t say don’t love men.
We said love yourself first.
We didn’t say hate men.
We said don’t lose yourself trying to please them.
And yet — here they come, crying as if the very idea of women existing for themselves threatens the global economy.
So, shall we ask the bandits:
this whole time you haven’t been centering us — what exactly did that mean?
If centering someone else equals love, then you, sir, have been hating women for centuries.
Because when we did center you, when we made our lives, our dreams, our sacrifices, our entire sense of worth revolve around you — how did you treat us?
You made us your emotional, financial, and physical punching bags.
You demanded loyalty while giving betrayal.
You demanded submission while offering exploitation.
You demanded peace while being the chaos.
When we built you up, you tore us down.
When we chose you, you discarded us.
When we forgave you, you repeated the offense — just with better lies.
You told us our children were yours, not ours.
You told us our money was yours, not ours.
You told us our bodies, our choices, our time — all belonged to you.
You shouted “50/50!”
But it meant: “You pay the bills while I spend the money on another woman.”
You called it partnership. We called it spiritual warfare.
You said, “Bring something to the table.”
But what have you ever brought to our table, since the beginning of marriage itself?
When women centered men, what did women gain — as a collective, or as individuals?
Generations of unpaid labor.
Emotional exhaustion.
An epidemic of silence.
And the constant reminder that no matter how much we give, it will never be enough.
So yes, when we say we’re teaching girls to center themselves, it sounds like hate to you — because deep down, you know what you did when you were the ones being centered.
You didn’t love us back.
You didn’t protect us.
You didn’t build with us.
You simply took, demanded, extracted — and called it “leadership.”
Now the tables are turning, and you’re panicking.
Because a woman who centers herself is harder to manipulate.
She’s not desperate for approval.
She’s not waiting for crumbs of affection from a man who thinks bare minimum is premium service.
That’s why the alarm bells go off when we speak.
Because empowerment sounds like rebellion to those who benefit from women’s silence.
And so here we are again:
women saying, “Let’s raise girls who know their worth,”
and men replying, “But not too much!”
You’ve had your centuries of being centered, adored, obeyed, and pampered — and you managed to make the world worse.
It’s women’s time now.
If that burns, apply aloe vera and scroll quietly.
This is not your mother’s kitchen in your “father’s” house.
This is our space.
And to the men still crying in the comments —
we see you, we hear you, we’re just not centering you.
Phuck you — respectfully.
Hohaaaaa!
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