I think Shakespeare spells it out pretty clearly. He wrote it as a mans world but it applies to every human that's ever lived.
EVERY ONE!
I think our "Male-Centric" society needs a major revision of attitude. Equality means a very specific thing.
I am an actor and have done several hundred stage plays and a couple movies and TV shows. I've been paid for it and I've given it away but I loved every one and I am very good at it. I try very hard to confine my "Acting" to the stage and offer the real me to the world. Usually I succeed but I have really screwed it up a couple of times. We all have an ego and it is a ravenous beast until you learn to control it. Most of us eventually grow up but some don't.
What you see is me!
What you read that I've written is me!
If I state it that's what I believe!
I truly believe the bitterest truths are orders of magnitude better than the sweetest lies! This plays literal hell with me if I have to let someone down gently because I also live my life to not hurt others.
Learn to live with it because it has the potential to destroy you if you don't. Just bitching about it only hurts you. Try for understanding rather than hatred and strife. I saw a cartoon that showed ANGER as a flame cooking IGNORANCE in a retort that distilled into HATE. I'll have to find that again and post it.
Shakespeare defined it several hundred years ago. To bad most don't read and understand history, we'd have a LOT fewer wars.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
William Shakespeare
This is MY opinion. If yours differs, great! If it doesn't, that's great too! Each is based on knowledge, acceptance and understanding. If you decide to fight with me about it then that little still I described above is where your understanding is.
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