About the time our jonquils start blooming in March, women all over the world will seek opportunity to celebrate International Woman’s Day.

Banners will unfurl, marches will commence, and the various tediously familiar grievances of the women’s movement will be angrily declared, shouted and fingered toward real and imagined foes.   

Very soon thereafter, at least here in America and Asheville, those crowds of ferocious vagina-powered social justice warriors will quickly retreat from anything approximating real action and fall back on episodic road rage, Trader Joe’s basket banging, and the persistent countenance of morosity suggesting someone has stolen their Maypo.

Regrettably, women will be no better for this temporary burst of ardor. Nor will the rest of us.

Bemoaning is not nearly good enough —

Motion and action are two different things.

Banners, marches, anger, condemnations, despair, negativity, purple hair, blood splattered skirts, and an apparently permanent hypnotic state of victimhood are motion. And, at this point, pretty boring motion.

One might argue that impact occurs when one stomps their feet. More surely, the longevity of that impact is similar to that of an unknown assailant expelling gas in a crowded elevator.

That’s a shame. 

Because, you see, women are really, really important. Without strong numbers of women who are (1) wise (2) mature (3) loving (4) engaged and (5) courageous, we’re in deep doo-doo.

Welcome to Asheville.

Women civilize the world —

This’s my personal view in a nutshell. But there are a whole lot of women who are about everything but making things better.  

Women who think they have to act like men (dumb – really dumb), women who run off anger (frequently birthed out of an over-exposure to immature men), and women who believe making others miserable is a cure for their own misery (sorry, female chromosomes are irrevocably programed toward love), will find that running counter to one’s deeper nature is to stomp one’s happy place.

Woke-women-warriors or snooty-silly-sleepyheads?

Don’t look now, but the all-powerful roaring women’s movement is, ironically, running little more than an updated version of hand-wringing and swooning while pretending they’re hipper than grandma.  

Sorry ladies, in this crazy world we need a bit more from you.

We live in a time where principles, physicians, ministers, teachers and parents who should have enough sense to recognize normal and transient adolescent identity confusion are endorsing irreversible social-emotional-physical gender exchange as a solution. Where are the women protesting this abuse?

We live in a time where every other major Asheville traffic intersection is staffed with addicts seeking funding because stealing stuff is stressful even in cities where you can walk out of Home Depot, Lowes, Walmart, Ingles, and most major department stores with an armload of stolen booty and no one – including our police – will challenge you. Where are the women defying this social and financial insanity?

We live in a time where homeless street predators have sex in open view in our downtown, curse and act out their anger and violence, and camp on and trash our sidewalks and parks with absolute impunity. Where are the women standing up to those who would thus degrade our culture as they hide behind the pretense that they’re the victims.

We live in a time where drugs are kidnapping and killing our children, friends, family members, co-workers and neighbors with an unprecedented fury. Our courts are as slow, weak and lazy in upholding the law as our police are out-manned and out-enthused in enforcing it. 

Drug dealers operate with terrorizing immunity in public housing, deliver door-to-door with very little fear of consequence, and enjoy almost a celebrity status amidst Asheville’s “high on life and anything else I can get” liberalized drug culture. 

Where are the women who would challenge those who murder so many of our people with poison, bullets and addictive enticements?

Then there’s the issue of morality – good and bad.

We live in a time where women have forgotten that part of their role is to civilize men. You make us better men by requiring that we grow up to earn your gifts. Thanks to the women’s “liberation” movement, that’s no longer necessary and men are the ones who’ve been most surely liberated. The tasteless phrase, ‘Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?’ has direct application.

Spoiler alert – most “modern” women fail to realize their vagina is the least unique of their gifts.

To be versus to seem —

You’ll find that slogan on your car’s license plate.

For comparison, ponder Emperor Nero pretensively fiddling while Rome burned.

It would be my suggestion that perpetual anger, International Anything Days, pouting, passivity and vaginal over-generosity are echoes of that same instrument.

May we agree that women can be powerful, fierce, strong and creative? But that doesn’t mean diddly unless one is also being useful.