That which we had so greatly feared has come upon us.
We knew if one day the fairer sex, the gentler souls ever united in the majority, we were doomed.
For centuries, men managed to keep women down and consider nothing more than chattel and help. Finally, women gained the right to be a person.
In the last century, we amended our most sacred document, the Constitution, to allow women power at the ballot box. But we, men, knew we could keep their power diluted by making sure that “politics” was a man thing. They would need our guidance in casting their vote.
Out of the tumultuous 1960s of free love and the zany disco age of the 1970s came women’s lib.
The beginning of the end. Today that most esteemed legal principle which has separated our great nation from all the rest has fallen.
A person is presumed innocent until found guilty by a jury of his or her peers.
There is a new law of the land.
A mere accusation of sexual impropriety is in itself a judgment of guilt.
It also disqualifies the accused from employment – whether in private or public spheres. Matters not if fact or fiction, right or wrong, committed during and under different moral standards, ethics or law, if the accuser seems credible – case closed.
Men, shut your mouths. Sit in the corner, Lick your wounds. The war is over before the battle began.
At this stage, the best men can do is to take comfort in this song and realize it is not a joke, but it is the real reality.
From the Cornfield, tear up the black book. Don’t text. Don’t call. If someone is interested, the person will let you know. Otherwise you risk an accusation of an unwelcomed advance.