This is a chapter I published on August 12, 2010, under the title “The Age of Women. The Twenty-First Century Belongs to Women.”
This article, too, had disappeared from search results after being subjected to the criminal act of search interference by a man whom readers know well.
I am republishing it after correcting its paragraph breaks and other formatting.
I hope the age of women comes as soon as possible.
The age of rough men, who have repeated wars and foolishness like what we see today throughout the twentieth century, can end now, as far as I am concerned.
Of course, I mean an age in which women who are inherently more capable than men and pacifists by nature lead the world—not women who, as Beauvoir put it, have been made into women, educated to be that way.
What are women who have been made that way like?
You might imagine women such as Mizuho Fukushima and Kiyomi Tsujimoto.
Or you might imagine the female announcers who now act coquettishly beside foolish men on every commercial television network.
Women are, to begin with, good at bringing people together and reconciling differences.
Surely that ability is what politics needs most, and women do not like war.
Men can be left to kick or hit balls on soccer fields and elsewhere.
Once they have contributed the population needed for each country’s role, might they not be the sort of creatures who could then be castrated? Looking at history through the twentieth century, am I the only one who thinks so?
Let them do physical labor with their muscular bodies.
Is that not so?
To the capable women of the future:
The world is waiting for you.
That is what Everyone Says I Love You means.
Is it not, Mr. Woody Allen?