Why do we accept it? Because we’re lazy. When men manipulate the world, our eyes remain half closed. We’re too lazy to reflect, but just happily parrot men’s words. We do so simply to please men, and thereby make things easy for ourselves. Sometimes men really go too far and smear us, even lying about things in the bedroom. We feel wronged and become furious all over again. We want to fight back, but our brains are so rusty that we can’t think of any words sharp enough. I’ve lain in the dark so many times thinking of our sorry condition. I’ve wanted to cry my eyes out and rid myself of my depression. Sometimes I jump out of bed, intending to wake my husband to interrogate him. I never succeed. After being satisfied, the man immediately falls asleep, dead to the world. There’s no way to wake him. By daybreak, he has long since forgotten what happened the night before. He insists he performed like a hero. As he talks, his saliva runs out his mouth and his eyes are bright. Even if we say that it was Madam X who made the first move, so what? I want something more substantial than this kind of victory, which merely follows an ancient convention. The convention harms us, making us satisfied with present circumstances, and we overrate ourselves. So I say that we must not consider the question of initiative or victory. I loathe this initiative. It harms us and probably we’ll never be able to get over it. We can’t extricate ourselves from the mire, and yet we’re still complacent and proud. As it happens, men are quite the opposite. When women are foolishly intoxicated, men figure out ways to strengthen this psychology; they understand profoundly that this is a kind of anesthetic that benefits them greatly. On suitable occasions, they sing our praises-‘‘mother,’’ ‘‘goddess,’’ and so forth-but they’re quietly laughing their heads off. And so, after being praised like this, our foolish sisters redouble their efforts to curry favor at night and take even more initiative. They take care of these good-for- nothings as if taking care of infants, doing all kinds of things that make people blush. The women are confused and don’t even know whether they’re satisfied or not.
Sisters, I’ve had an idea for a long time, and now I’ve made up my mind to unveil it. I propose that the women of every family establish a blackboard newspaper at the front door and post the men’s nighttime performances. Hints and metaphors should be used. As a weekly newspaper it would act as a fire alarm for the whole society, showing our strength. I’ve thought it over: the reason men are successful is that they dominate public opinion. In any society, the realm of ideology is the most important of all. For years, women did not know this little secret. We’ve blindly accepted our fate and blindly worshipped those good-for-nothing men. We treat their public statements like decrees and never have our own. Just look at the present situation: Rain or shine, whenever men’s blackboard newspapers are posted, women pour onto the street to read them. They scrutinize them and make foolish comments, such as:
‘‘It’s just what we are thinking; we need this kind of public voice!’’
‘‘Without this sophisticated theory to guide us, how would we ignorant people live?’’
‘‘Men have always been saviors. Their heroic spirit moves people. What can we do? Nothing. All we can do is subvert things. We should recognize our fate and our place and wait on men wholeheartedly.’’
After they read the blackboard newspaper, their silly beliefs grow even stronger. They rack their brains to identify women’s weaknesses and redouble their efforts to ‘‘make good.’’ Instead of sleeping, some watch over their husbands and repent that they haven’t taken good enough care of them or been sufficiently submissive, and so forth. I’m convinced that a slave mentality is not inherent. It is spread through public opinion, and we are unwittingly taken in. We must fight fire with fire and use this weapon ourselves. Then we can turn the world upside down. Men cultivate their shining image in this damn blackboard newspaper and become unbearably haughty and self-absorbed as a result. If we vanquish them in public opinion, the situation will be reversed. When that time comes, our long night of suffering will be over and women will find pleasure, while sleepless men will suffer through the night. We women will be the authentic heroes: not only will we control sex, but we will also dominate society. When that time comes, we won’t be hard. We’ll be merciful and to the best of our ability let the men, too, achieve their share of satisfaction and happiness.
