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A Good Mother Would Never Eat the Last Slice of Cake!

God knows which of the mutually inconsistent propositions is true since he is omniscient. Even though they are attending college, many women seem to limit themselves to traditional courses of study, like modern languages, literature, and home economics.  Not many geologist, engineers, or mechanics. It is a Universal truth—albeit a questionable one. However, we are now entering an age where women work in professions previously prohibited. There are now many women who have proven themselves competent as doctors, scientists, and business women. Now that the doors are open, women are rushing to gain entrance. They want to win the Nobel Prize like Marie Curie. They are no longer satisfied learning how to dress a roast chicken. Of course, everyone is welcome to their interests, and perhaps there are women who truly desire to learn nothing more than chicken-dressing and home economics, and that is fine. Some men find women who have studied chemistry or geology less fit as a helpmeet than a woman who has studied literature. Although we are moving into more-enlightened times, some men are still very traditional and like a homemaker to make himself safe and loved. #RyanPhillippe 1 of 9

Nevertheless, with more co-educational universities, a woman can go to college and study what she pleases. She can even go ahead and find a “radical” new job, working as a scientist, meteorologist, or an academic. However, when she becomes a mother, some women may give up all that, but there are cases where women go back to work and become homemakers after a child is born. Sometimes Pedagogy and Equality are trumped by Maternity because some men are shamed for not supporting their wives, and children care can be really expensive, even for women with professional degrees, so it is often times more cost effect for a woman to stay at the house and take care of the kids. Now, I will give you that women seem to be much netter at raising children than men ar. Lord knows, my father would have made a mess-up of the thing if he had been in charge. However, children grow up, move away. Why should not a woman be able to pursue a career in life? We live in some called a “World Class City,” and everyone here seems to be rich. They can afford $13 for a single beer, $6,000.00 for a skybox at a basketball game, and spending $3,650.00 on a three-bedroom apartment is no problem. #RyanPhillippe 2 of 9

Nevertheless, I hope for a wife who has more-interesting things to talk about than roasting chickens. Someone who reads the same things that I do and wonders about the same questions. Someone who is drug and alcohol free. And maybe even someone who thinks the exact opposite of how I think, but does not mind a lively debate and loves me just the same. My mother say that men can do a find job at raising children because my niece and daughter enjoy adore me, so I must be doing something right with the child, and my son seems so proud and happy. I have confidence in my ability to raise children, to care for them longer than it takes to tell a fairy story, but I also want the freedom to not be responsible for a baby. It is nice to visit with them, but my focus in life is my career. Women has something innate, something that allows them to be mothers. I am not quite sure what it is. Women are much more selfless than men. They have patience and a generous spirit. A woman could get all of the degrees in home economics she wishes, but even without having been to college, she can still run a household and become a mothers. #RyanPhillippe 3 of 9

I know some people may find the things I say merely rankling or downright infuriating. However, it really does seem that the Great Almighty had the foresight to know what would be required of the housewife of the twenty-first century and reserved part of the brain for pie-making, good at cooking, and darning socks. Perhaps men are born with only half a brain, with something vital missing because we are not necessarily good at these things and cannot always be selfless. God did sacrifice his son to save the World, right? And I guess because the Ultimate man gave so much to save the World is why men feel they are not expected to be homemakers, and that no one should begrudge a man his pint after a day’s work or the chance to put his feet up in front of the fire or even the opportunity just to sit with the newspaper in the mornings. However, if a mother wants to take an hour off or a walk, a quiet mug of tea, or (Heaven for-bid!) a visit to a friend’s, there will be an outcry. Mothers are not supposed to be away from their children or houses. They are supposed to be completely selfless. A good mother would never eat the last slice of cake. #RyanPhillippe 4 of 9

Times are changing and I am happy with what I have. I cannot give anymore of myself. If I had a bairn clinging to my legs, I would not be able to go on my jaunts through the mountains. Work as I pleased. Dash to Japan, then back to Beverly Hills. I would not be able to sit for hours staring at the waves, writing poetry. I would not be able to get by with cooking only salads and Christmas pudding. I could not stay up late, watching the stars move across the sky, or wake up early to walk the hills until the Sun explodes over the horizon. You cannot tell me that I could still have all of that with babies in tow. My kids are autonomous; they are almost grown. And I could never give up that last slice of cake. Independence makes a man greedy. God knows what will come to pass, but his knowing does not cause anything to happen. Again, a man might at one and the same time see another man walking and the Sun changing angles in the sky; yet the man’s walking can be voluntary, whereas the Sun’s rising is not. This is the manner in which God views all things from the perspective of eternity as the simultaneous and complete possession of infinite life. In such a conception there is no suggestion of time, and God must thus see all things in a manner similar to that in which we view things spread out in a given moment. #RyanPhillippe 5 of 9

As I walked around Holyrood Park three time, I stopped in Saint Mary’s Cathedral, thinking about the realm of possibilities in the Universe and how it has been discovered that the motions of the Heavenly bodies are not only regular but also “obeyed” certain laws which could be expressed with mathematical exactness. The idea has taken that all things in nature, men included, behave according to inviolable and unchanging laws of nature, and this is not only plausible, but reasonable, and almost inevitable. I do wish I had a bit of adventure myself. I am still grounded until my wrist is all mended. So, instead of being off flying, I am back lurking around the Cathedral. Can I be your Watson? (Dr. Watson is a typical Victorian-era gentleman, unlike the more eccentric Sherlock Holmes. He is as thin as a lath and as brown as a mixed latte. He is strongly built, of a stature either above average or slightly above average, and very intelligent). Not long ago, we were dealing with an extraordinarily delicate matter that was most difficult to discuss. This gentleman married some five years ago a Peruvian lady, the daughter of a Peruvian merchant, who he had met in connection with the importation of nitrates. The lady was very beautiful, but the fact of her foreign birth and of her alien religion always caused a separation of interest between husband and wife, so at the time his love may have cooled towards her and he may have come to regard their union as a mistake. He felt there were sides of her character which he could never explore or understand. This was the more painful as she was as loving a wife as a man could have—to all appearances absolutely devoted. #RyanPhillippe 6 of 9

When I met her, the lady began to show some curious traits quite alien to her ordinarily sweet and gentle disposition. The gentleman had been married twice and he had one son by the first wife. The boy was now fifteen, a very charming and affectionate youth, though unhappily injured through an accident in childhood. Twice the wife was caught in the act of assaulting this poor lad in the must unprovoked way. Once she struck him with a stick ad left a great weak in his arm. This was a small matter, however, compared with her conduct to her own child, a dear boy just under one year of age. On one occasion, about a month ago this child had been left by its nurse for a few minutes. A loud cry came from the baby, as of pain, called the nurse back. As she ran into the room she saw her employer, the lady, leaning over the baby and apparently biting his neck. There was a small wound in the neck from which a stream of blood escaped. The nurse was so horrified that she wished to call the husband, but the lady implored her not to do so and actually gave her five pounds as a price for her silence. No explanation was every given, and for the moment the matter was passed over. #RyanPhillippe 7 of 9

It left, however, a terrible impression upon the nurse’s mind, and from that time she began to watch her mistress closely and to keep a closet guard upon the baby, whom she tenderly loved. It seemed to her that even as she watched the mother, so the mother watched her, and that every time she was compelled to leave the baby alone the mother was waiting to get it. Day and night the nurse covered the child, and day and night the silent, watchful mother seemed to be lying in wait as a wolf waits for a lamb. It must read most incredible to you, and yet I beg you to take it seriously, for a child’s life and a man’s sanity may depend upon it. At last there came one dreadful day when the facts could no longer be concealed from the husband. The nurse’s nerve had given way; she could stand the strain no longer, and she made a clean breast of it all to the man. To him it seemed as wild a take as it may now seem to you. He knew his wife to be a loving wife, and, save for the assaults upon her stepson, a loving mother. Why, then, should she wound her own dear little baby? He told the nurse she was dreaming, that her suspicious were those of a lunatic, and that such libels upon her mistress were not to be tolerated. #RyanPhillippe 8 of 9

While they were talking a sudden cry of pain was heard. While they were talking a sudden cry of pain was heard. Nurse and master rushed together into the nursery. Imagine his feelings as he saw his wife rise from a kneeling position besides the cot and saw blood upon the child’s exposed neck and upon the sheet. With a cry of horror, he turned his wife’s face to the light and saw blood all round her lips. It was she—she beyond question—who had drunk the poor baby’s blood. O as the matter stands. She is now confined to her room. There has been no explanation. The husband is half demented. He knows, and I know, little of vampirism beyond the name. We had thought it was some wild tale of foreign parts. He more or less ceased thinking of human actions and other events as determined by moral considerations or by an eternal and immutable God and began thinking of them as determined by eternal and immutable laws of nature. To know what is true, attain genuine knowledge, ad choose rightly, one needs only to confine the assent of the will to what is clearly and distinctly perceived by the understanding as true or good. God cannot therefore be blamed for human’s errors. He endowed humans with understanding adequate for the perception of truth and with a will that is absolutely unlimited in its freedom to accept what is true and reject what is doubtful or false. There is some bit of a sandal. Thank goodness for curiosity. #RyanPhillippe 9 of 9


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