Dismantling the patriarchy Step by Step

We/we have by now established the superior academic performance of  Woman/Girls compared with men/boys. There exists decades of data on educational achievement to cement this as fact. Yet We/we continue to hear the pathetic cries of 'yes, but.'

'Yes, but' boys are better at math (not true);

From the NYTimes;

There is no difference in math aptitude before age 7.  Starting in adolescence, some differences appear (boys score approximately 30-35 points higher than girls on the math portion of the SAT).  But, scores on different subcategories of math vary tremendously (often with girls outperforming boys consistently).

When boys do better, they are usually also doing worse.   Boys are also more likely than girls to get nearly all the answers wrong.  So they overpopulate both tails of the bell curve; boys are both better, and worse, than girls at math.

That means that how we test for math ability is a political choice.  If you report who is best at math, the answer is boys.  If you report average math ability, it’s about the same.

How you decide to test math ability is also political.  Even though boys outperform girls on the SAT, it turns out those scores do not predict math performance in classes.  Girls frequently outperform boys in the classroom.

And, since girls often outperform boys in a practical setting, math aptitude (even measured at the levels of outstanding instead of average performance) doesn’t explain sex disparities in science careers (most of which, incidentally, only require you to be pretty good at math, as opposed to wildly genius at it).   In any case, scoring high in math is only loosely related to who opts for a scientific career, especially for girls. Many high scoring girls don’t go into science, and many poor scoring boys do.

Boys do better in only about ½ of the OECD nations. For nearly all the other countries, there were no significant sex differences. In Iceland, girls outshine boys significantly.

In Japan, though girls perform less well than the boys, they generally outperform U.S. boys considerably.  So finding that boys outperform girls within a country does not mean that boys outperform girls across all countries.

Oh and who won this years most prestigious international mathematics prize, the Abel Prize? A Woman. A Woman also won the Fields Medal in 2014. The length of time its taken for Women to be recognized certainly has far more to do with the patriarchal structure of academia than with Women's abilities. As patriarchy crumbles, low and behold, brilliant Women emerge into the light.

Same thing in economics, another mathematics intensive subject, this years 2019 John Bates Clark Medal, you guessed it, won by a Woman.

And lets not forget physics where the latest Nobel was won by a Woman.   


 So on the whole math question the results are at best a wash for boys and show that these kinds of gender biased results seem as much correlated with patriarchy then actual math skills. i strongly suspect that if the playing field were leveled the Girls, like in so many other subjects, would run away with the ball. 

Here's some new data on technology / engineering skills, another area often pointed at by the patriarchies defenders


"Eighth-grade girls continue to outperform boys on a national test of technology and engineering skills, despite reporting they take fewer classes related to those skills.

Girls scored five points higher than boys on the Technology and Engineering Literacy Assessment, which was given to 15,400 eighth graders from about 600 public and private schools across the country in 2018. Girls also bested boys in nearly all content areas.

"Girls continue to perform better than boys," Peggy Carr, the associate commissioner of the assessments division at the National Center for Education Statistics, said. "They did that again – improved more than boys and also still outscored boys in this assessment. It's a really strong finding here."

"The boys did not show improvement in any areas," she said.

The results are despite a higher percentage of boys, 61 percent, who reported taking at least one class related to technology and engineering, compared to just 53 percent of girls who reported taking at least one class.

"Girls are outperforming boys but boys are taking more tech and engineering classes," Carr said.

The test, which students take on a computer, includes multimedia tasks and scenario-based tasks that ask students to solve problems or achieve goals such as building a bike path or creating a museum exhibit. The test is part of the National Assessment of Educational Progress, also known as the Nation's Report Card, and it's administered by the National Center for Education Statistics, the data arm of the U.S. Department of Education.

"This is a unique assessment into how students use their understanding of technology and engineering to interact, interpret and influence the world in which they live," Carr said on a call with reporters.

Overall, students increased their average score by two points compared to 2014, the first year the test was administered. Nearly half, or 46 percent, of students scored at or above proficient, meaning they have mastery of the subject – 3 percentage points higher than in 2014. "

In Emma's Service I

Hustling from the train i zig and zag though the early morning crush of people arriving in the downtown core. Glancing at the big digital display on the distant wall I note the time, 6:55, and recalculate the time needed to get there.

Keeping a brisk pace I exit the train station, and turn left out onto the street, focusing each step, one foot in front of the other, trying to time the crossing lights until 15 minutes later I turn right and begin the ascent of the quiet side street that I had by now come to think of as the beginnings of Mistress Emma’s domain. Finally I reach the steps, breathing with a steady in-out from a combination of physical effort and genuine fear of not making it to Her place on time.

But of course i always get there on time. i know better than that.

At 7:30 on the dot I am expected to be at the front door of the high end luxury condo building and presenting my face to the door camera.

This morning, as i often am, I’m a few minutes early, so I just pace around the street, noting the sounds of the wind rustling the leaves of the tall trees and the rows of high end cars. I note a few Women, smartly, and uniformly, dressed to kill, business style, iPhones in one hand, high end bag in the other, some juggling a coffee, as their sharp heeled boots click on the sidewalk, until they reach one of the vehicles. Lights flash as they open the doors and disappear inside.

They power up and disappear out of view towards the downtown core.

All the while They seem oblivious to me even as i intently study every little detail of them. i never fail to be impressed by their style and confidence. They all seem to possess an aura of being in complete command of the day.

Snapping out of it i note the time and rush back to the steps of Mistress Emma’s building,  i reach the front door at 7:29. I calm myself and as the clock hits 7:30 press on the button to Her intercom.

As usual all is quiet, no communication or response, I look up humbly into the camera and within a few seconds there’s a buzz and the door unlocks.

I make my way down the corridor, past the elevator, which Mistress Emma has explicitly forbidden me from using, and though the painted steel door at the end of the hall. From there i climb all six floors of the building at a brisk pace.

No one can claim that Mistress Emma doesn’t make males work for Her. By the time i reach the top of the staircase i’m panting and my legs are wobbling and the real workday hasn’t even begun. i know full well i’m expected at Her front door at 7:40. Not before, not after.

Consequences, She always emphasizes consequences.

i marvel at just how easily She has taken to this lifestyle of total control over men, how natural feminine authority and dominance have come to rest upon Her like one of those bouncy, flirty, alluring, designer dresses  She often wears. The playfully confident young lawyer i met at the club, the Women whose self assured nature rendered males naturally weak in Her presence, Who rightfully viewed men as Her playthings, and who were only too happy to be played with by Her, has, with Goddesses, and the Coven’s, guidance, blossomed into this whip wielding Goddess to Whom naked males beg for the honour of being able to crawl to Her feet and lick Her divine boots in awestruck worship. Countless men would crawl through fire just to be collared and chained in total slavery to Her. This She has come to know, understand, and take total pleasure in. No male is worthy of Her and She knows this truth to be self-evident.


I just reach the front door when i hear the lock click open and the door pulls inward, behind which i’m ‘greeted’ by Mistresses new boy,  who is suitably undressed, sporting only the new stainless steel collar that had been locked around his neck at his submission ceremony two weeks prior.

So to say he was rather new to all this would be correct. Nevertheless he seems to understand his place. He doesn’t speak to me or interact with me in any way other than opening the door and allowing me to enter.

As per usual i strip off and carefully fold my clothing, placing them in the lower kitchen cupboard.

For the past six months i have been loaned, one day per week, by Goddess, to Mistress Emma, as Her personal houseboy. This was of course done as penance to Mistress for my previous insolence shown towards Her and Goddess at the Club, and as a way of showing Mistress Emma the countless benefits of keeping males as a lifestyle.

Something which She had very much come to enjoy, culminating in the acquisition of Her first male, who now scrambled to prepare his Mistresses breakfast.

As he attended to the preparations i can’t help but note a few fresh red stripes across his toned muscular backside and tight ass.

Mistress Emma had clearly come to appreciate the power of the whip in motivating male behaviour towards Her desired standards.

my cock twitches at the thought of Her delivering each sharp stinging blow to his backside.

i’m snapped out of my daydream by Her voice from somewhere deep in the apartment.

“Ethan, get in here”

Instantly i scurry to follow her beckoning command, leaving the other male to his work.

Turning into the large open bathroom my eyes quickly trace the curves or Her radiant form and falling to my knees, i bow my naked body down to Her, my face pressed hard against the cool tiled floor.

“Good morning Ethan”

“Today I want a complete top to bottom cleaning of the apartment. I expect you to show the new boy how to do this to my usual high standards. i want him to get to to your level ASAP. I’ll be going out to dinner this evening with your Mistress. She’ll pick you up after We return. We’ll also be giving a close inspection of the cleaning. With his help and the extra time from not having to prepare dinner I’ll expect a spectacular job. If We find anything not done to perfection you’ll both be getting an ass kicking, is that clear?”

“yes Mistress” is the only response possible, and given.

“Remember his failures are your failures too, I’m holding you responsible for setting an example for him so don’t fuck up”

“I expect you to show him how to be a real man, how to work like a dog for Me. you can be his guide, you know Me well enough to know how I expect things to be and i know full well what a ‘Bitch’ your Mistress can be, and that if you can serve Her then you know what real service is all about. I’m not giving you any authority over him, so don’t get any puffed up ideas about your status here, you’re just another muscle-bound cock to me, just like any boy. I do expect you to answer his questions properly, to show him how to wield a vacuum cleaner, how to scrub the floors to a shine, how to do my laundry correctly, how to buy groceries, how to cook, you know, all the basic skills that a slave boy needs.”

“Skills, yeah that’s it, i expect you to help him hone his skills, and his attitude. I expect him to become another you”

“Now go get my black Chanel handbag, place it on the table by the door, find my phone, make sure its charged and I’ll be wearing the shiny blacks stiletto pumps today. Have everything ready at the door”

“yes Mistress”

Orders given i crawl across the cool tiles and out of the bathroom, move swiftly around the apartment gather the required objects and bring them to the entrance.

By now Her boy has breakfast served with hot coffee poured and is pulling out Mistresses chair as She takes Her place at the table as he kneels, head bowed, behind Her ready to fulfill Her any request instantly.

Likewise i take my place, naked, kneeling, head bowed at the entrance, ready to attend to Her as She prepares to leave for the day.

i don’t fail to notice that Her new male has shown impressive service this morning. he may be new here but he seems to be a natural, understanding both his status and his role. If his performance this morning is any indication i assume this day would be much easier for both of us.

Mistress Emma of course understands Her place as well. She is a Queen to whom males are expected to display total, abject, submissiveness and obedience.

She too shows an impressive understanding of Her Divine status.

While Her males kneel in head bowed silence Mistress Emma finishes breakfast and prepares for the workday of a busy professional Women.

When She finally reaches the door way of the apartment, both males snap into action, positioning Her shoes for fitting, offering up Her Chanel bag to Her waiting wrist and holding up Her jacket. As per  usual all of Her required objects have been already been placed into the designated pockets of Her bag. Before opening the door for Her departure She stands over us imperiously, feet apart, which we know instinctively to be Her unspoken offering of a final opportunity for us to bow at to Her and kiss Her shiny black stilettos in a gesture that’s part station reminder, part lust fueled craving, a  statement of our mutual devotion to a life of worship and obedience to this fiery Goddess and Womankind in general.

My cock instinctively twitches hungrily to attention as my lips touch the cool black surface of Her shoe in the last opportunity to worship this sublime Goddess before the workday begins.

Far too soon the moment passes and Her boy, on his knees, bows his head to his Goddess and opens the door for Her departure.

She slips away in seeming indifference to the two naked males She leaves behind. After all She has no doubt they understand Her expectations and the ‘consequences’ of failing to meet them. That they will indeed exhaust themselves in the relentless pursuit of Her satisfaction and well, if they fall short, that has it’s own entertaining possibilities as well, at least for Her.

As i hear the door shut and Mistress Emma’s shoes clicking off into the distance i kneel up and can’t help but notice that Her boy sported an impressively stiff erection, still full and pulsing in the air.

I suspect he took note of my stiffness as well.

An impressive testimony to the lingering effects of Mistress Emma’s powerful Feminine aura still permeates the psyche of the two servile males left behind in Her lair, ready to begin a days toil, driven on by the invisible lash of Her eternally mysterious power over the male of the species.