Hello Army / Women Different
To date, she is the only woman to attend… The female soldier did not meet performance objectives… [reference article below]
Yea, well, this is what happens when you use the wrong equipment. Women were not created to blow up tanks.
Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man. The man said, “This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called ‘woman, ‘ for she was taken out of man.” (Genesis 2:22-23)
Husbands, in the same way be considerate as you live with your wives, and treat them with respect as the weaker partner and as heirs with you of the gracious gift of life, so that nothing will hinder your prayers. (1 Peter 3:7)
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign;
one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home,
secure and safe;
He craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks,
and true obedience;
Too little payment… for so great a debt.
Such duty the subject owes the prince
Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am asham’d that women are so simple
To offer war when they should kneel for peace,
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, you froward and unable worms.
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown.
But now I see our lances are but straws.
Come, place your hands
below your husband’s foot.
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready,
may it do him ease.
Why, there’s a wench!
Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
I won the battle, you have yet to fight,
And being a winner, God give you… goodnight!
Taming of the Shrew – 1967
Reviewed Unto Righteousness
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