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Written by
Rachel Eagle Reiter
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I walk into my library and I see a sign facing me that reads, "Are you worth $528,000 less than a man?" I consider that "you" is referring to womankind so therefore this question applies to me. I inhale. I consider. I exhale. I come to the conclusion that I am worth at least $528,000 more than a man. "I" refers to womankind. Now, why would I turn the tables on the other sex like that? It's not very considerate of me, but I would like you to consider this analogy: You are having intercourse, and it is not dialogue. It is sexual intercourse. You are a woman, and it just so happens to be the case that the man is on top. You get tired of being on the bottom, so with a little seduction, you paw him onto his back. Now you are on top. Now you have turned the tables over, and you have done it so irresistibly that he doesn't seem to care that he is the one who is worth $528,000 less than you [rather than the way it used to be]. You [womankind] may feel like you are at the disadvantage with this wage gap, but with a little maneuvering and a change in perspective, you will be feeling $528,000 more significant than you feel right now.
First of all you have a womb. Your ability to give life is worth more than any employer could pay you for. [Having children or not is such a personal, individual choice, and by no means is a woman who does not have children any less valuable than a woman who does; only, the mere ability--the womb power that womankind possesses--is a priceless asset in itself.] If you do have children, each one of their precious lives, can not be tagged with a number. And you [womankind] in all of your maternal power created these additions to the world [with a slight amount of help from your man on the bottom].
Am I being to hard on men? It is unfortunate if you think so because I have only begun [to move a thigh up]. That is, I have not gotten him [mankind] onto his back...yet. If you would like to go along for the ride, just follow my ink. Here is the feminine fantasy:
You [womankind] demand to be paid as much or more than men are paid. You remind your employer that you are a woman. He looks at you as though you have just told him the sky is blue or the earth is round. You bring it to his attention that you [womankind] possess more emotional intelligence than men do. He hands you a box of tissues. You pass on the tissues and you hand him Daniel Goleman's blue book. He is stunned that you feel you should earn more than men do because you are an emotional creature. You explain to him that every time you access your emotional intelligence, you are using a higher, more sophisticated part of your mind. You explain in detail how having a feminine mind has helped you do better on the job than your male colleagues.
Unfortunately, your boss doesn't care about Goleman's book. Neither does he give you the raise you want, so you begin to cry and then you reach for the tissue that you just rejected a few minutes ago. Your manipulative tears move him to have a change of mind. He is sorry for causing you such emotional trauma. He wants to know how he can remedy the situation. You remind him gently, what you had come into his office for in the first place. Your emotional power is compelling enough that he gives you the raise. Now she [womankind] is having a $528,000 orgasm.
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