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Man Cannot Be Woman, Woman Cannot Be Man - Ii
II. Now Lena was the career type, a driven, female engineer, she built systems than ran the world, a success story, it appeared. But Lena felt a ticking clock as thirties kept going on, she tried to find a man she loved, but it always seemed to go wrong. None of the men out here seemed good, and the good ones always wanted some young thing still in her twenties, no matter the things that they said. They did not seem to give a damn about her degree or success, she thought they were intimidated, but kept finding problems with this. Even the best men that she knew, ones who even the devil can’t scare, did not respond to her interest, in the rare times they were aware. Her mind, so trained in real logic, began to see patterns emerge, for women’s status they cared not, in fact such success seemed to hurt. What man wanted a women who would compete with them every day? To see marriage as a contest, with each pushing for their own way? At first this made he quite enraged, she was not told they thought like this, all her life they’d said,”Focus on work,” so had said all the femninists. But she’d been working fifteen years, the job didn’t leave her fulfilled, she felt more empty every day, the despair just sapping her will. She’d priced herself out of a man, to loneliness she now felt damned, a man could not be a woman, a woman could not be a man...
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