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While reading one of my local papers today, I came across an editorial titled, Journalist Dorothy Dix One of the Most Famous Writers of Her Day.
If you do not know who Dorothy Dix was, that’s OK. Nobody cares anyway, and nobody should.
However, the author of the article I read makes her out to be some sort of hero; an early Red Pilled woman of some sort, who was ‘woke’. Dorothy Dix may have had 60 million readers (mostly all women), but she didn’t get 60 million readers by writing about ‘controversial’ topics like what was outlined. From what it seems, one of her passages titled, “It’s Time for Women to Quit Whining,” was a one-off, or at the very least, not a common occurrence with her audience.
Clearly, none of her 60 million readers listened, because it's now 2018 and women can't shut-up for the life of them.
The article goes as follows in the Sarnia Journal:
Journalist Dorothy Dix One of the Most Famous Writers of Her Day
Phil Egan
THE JOURNAL
Today, nobody cares what Dorothy Dix says.
But at the peak of her fame from the late 1920s through the 1940s, as many as 60 million people read her column, Dorothy Dix Talks, making her one of the most famous writers of her day.
Her syndicated column was published in 273 newspapers in Canada, the U.S., United Kingdom, Australia, New Zealand, South America and China.
When she died at the age 90 in 1951, Dorothy Dix was America’s highest paid and most widely read female journalist, and her column was the world’s longest-running newspaper feature.
So many people, women especially, cared very much about what Dorothy Dix said.
Which is why I’m confident the banner across the top of page 4 in the May 25, 1936 edition of the Sarnia Canadian Observer would have drawn attention – just as it caught mine.
“It’s time for women to quit whining,” Dix told her loyal readers. “The life of a woman or girl is no harder than that of a man.”
It is men, Dix went on, who make most of the sacrifices and self-denials to keep a family going.
Yikes. Images of my hard-working wife, Laurie, come to mind. What is this woman talking about?
“When a group of men get together,” Dix elaborated, “they discuss abstract subjects, politics, business, literature, art, the news of the day. But listen in on a group of women and, nine times out of ten, they are telling each other their troubles.”
It gets worse.
“Men look down with contempt upon the man who buttonholes them and pours into their ears a tale of woe. But women make a heroine of the woman they can pity and enjoy mingling their tears with hers.”
Elizabeth Meriwether Gilmer, writing 82 years ago as Dorothy Dix, was born in 1861 and began her writing career with the New Orleans Picayune in 1896. She is considered today the forerunner of women’s advice columnists.
If I said some of the things Dorothy Dix said about women I’d be sleeping on the couch. Or in the park.
“As a rule, men bear what they have to bear without calling upon their fellow creatures to pass resolutions of sympathy for them, while women can’t be happy unless they are shouting their tribulations to the world and are objects of universal pity,” she wrote.
I have wondered if this woman had female friends. But Dorothy Dix was, unquestionably, a popular columnist, and it was women readers who kept consuming her columns to make her one of our first female journalistic giants.
The author pointed out what the theme of this post is going to be about in his line, "If I said some of the things Dorothy Dix said about women I’d be sleeping on the couch. Or in the park."
Which, he is correct. My main point is that, Phil Egan doesn't say stuff like that.
I do.
I have written books detailing far greater things Dorothy Dix ever said about the sexes. I have written countless posts of such topics, for that matter. I do this all, mind you, in hilarious fashion to boot. A far greater feat (mixing truth into comedy), than some Oprah of her time spouting the agreeable talking points of her culture as if it were controversial gospel. Dorothy Dix said all of this when society adhered to the sound rules of patriarchy.
What Dorothy did would be akin to someone saying "all men are rapists, sexists and racists," today.
You would not only be praised by all the mentally-ill libtards, but you would probably get an interview on CNN. You might even get to be in front of the Senate Judiciary Committee, lying about a Judge nominee raping you 35-years ago at a house party in the 80's, and having half the country believe you because you have a gash between your legs.
The majority of men in this city, country even, won't state the obvious because they lack balls; afraid their monthly drip of sex and handjibbers will be taken away by their overweight wives, whose dyke-cuts take the same amount of time to grow out for another shave off the top.
Nothing against Phil Egan, however, praising a woman like Dororthy Dix (aka Elizabeth Meriwether Gilmer) and making her out to be some sort of fiercely brave individual who somehow risked something, is the issue.
Now, part of the reason why Phil Egan can't be a great writer is because he is holding himself back. He is beholden to a paycheck from the Sarnia Journal, and most-likely the opinion of a wife and 'female friends,' who would not only scold him for showing his ball-sack, but would outright cut his money stream to which is Active.
Now, if Phil had his own website, books and blog that generate an independent stream of income, to which is not subject to another entity, or at risk of being taken away due to 'company culture standards', I think Phil would have done the right thing and went full-ham; said what he really wanted to say. That's what great writers do; put their fucking ball-sack on the table as if to say, "check this shit out.."
You can't blame the dude [Phil], because he probably has to pay for a wife, a mortgage; shit to buy the wife and all of the other Normie conformy consumer items that need to be bought in order to be accepted into the cult of gynocracy.
Anyway, enough about The Journal and Phil. Let's get back to deep-dick'n with Dorothy's dead words.
For one, Dorothy Dix was a woman. Dorothy Dix said those things during a time where men and women still adhered to reality and also the biological realities of the sexes. Her stating the obvious during her time was not controversial, it was not risky. She is not special.
Now, if Dorothy Dix was a man and said those things during the 1920's-40's, it even still wouldn't have been a big deal. Men and women during those times would have been like ,"Well ya, of course...women are children..duh. Thanks, tips."
Now, when writers like myself state these truths today in our current gynocracy, we are somehow made out to be 'controversial' and all the ist's in the book (i.e Misogynist, sexist, racists...fuck you.) What Dorthy Dix said and wrote about on a regular basis was widely accepted as mainstream thought. Hence, why she had 60 million readers.
You have to understand that anything popular, anyone who has a large following, is not a real pioneer of anything. They are just doing and saying what is popular thought at the time. Dorothy Dix was a household name, for women. For mainly women who weren't feminists and have that mental disorder like the majority of women in 2018.
Today, it is considered 'fashionable' to hate heterosexual men who have jobs, who pay the taxes for women's welfare, or who build businesses from scratch. It's vogue to push books like Fifty Shades of Grey; books about rape, sodomy and bizarre fetishes. Yet, at the same time, YouTube will give 'community strikes' to alt-right content creators for saying anything that goes against the female prime directive. Amazon will ban books about Game and relationships that help men navigate today's fucked-up Tinder scene, but will push garbage and lies, instead.
The real pioneers are the ones on the fringe and who have a silent following. Those who are proposing the thoughts to which will become mainstream years down the road and will be proven right.
Dorothy Dix wasn't a hetero-sexual white male living in 2018, whose culture openly attacks and hates such a person due to the color of their skin and genitalia. Dorothy Dix didn't put it all on the line, because the environment she wrote in wasn't anything like today's. If Dorothy Dix were alive today, she would be like a Lauren Southern or any other Tradthot out there who still faces minimal blow-back due to: Vagina.
In fact, Dorothy Dix would probably have a decent following today (if she was hot) because beta males would listen to her, because she is saying all the things they want to hear with her tits out. Dorothy Dix was just some bitty, who already had a large following, who said some pretty obvious shit that even women of her time could agree with, because feminism hadn't infected their brains or wider society for that matter.
Again, I won't be featured in an editorial because A) I am not a woman; because women need to be constantly praised for doing nothing amazing B) I am not dead-as-fuck like Dorothy, yet. C) Did I mention I am a white heterosexual male, who has built this all from the ground up, who has a full set of balls and is not afraid to sleep on the couch for my opinions?
That last one is misleading because unlike Phil and other men like him, I don't have to sleep on the couch and watch my mouth; I do what I want because I am not beholden like a slave to a overweight wife, to female opinion or scolding, or to society for that matter.
I have something called, freedom. Something today's modern slave can't even fathom.
The majority of today's problems in society, whether it be social, economical, cultural or financial, all have to do with this strange worshiping of Vagina; throwing unnecessary attention and money towards women who don't deserve it.
This thirst is the problem and is the reason why I had to read such garbage in today's paper. What a waste of space in the editorial section. If Phil would have wrote what I did instead, or at least made an attempt at the truth and ran with his line about having to sleep on the couch in today's society for having said the things Dorothy did, we could have gotten somewhere.
But he didn't.
I had to. You're welcome.