MY HUSBAND disrespectfully refers to any gathering of women as a “cluck-a-thon.” I don’t necessarily approve of his terminology, but I have never really objected either. In fact, I never noticed much until I saw this article from The Australian about “hen parties” among Indian women, who are responding to feminism’s glorfication of the girlfriend and girl power. This is the modern cluck-a-thon run amok.

Also, the new daytime TV show The Talk should be called The Squawk. It’s sad that the clucking of air-headed celebrities has replaced the conversation of normal women sharing their lives together in neighborhoods. This is an alternate reality that can never replace the joy of real squawking. I have never watched daytime television. What if I grew to like any of those people? I couldn’t stand to like people I didn’t know and yet who I saw everyday. I’d rather dislike someone I know than like someone I don’t know.                                                             

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Michael writes:

This article in The Australian sends a stark message to Indian men – watch out, the self-destruction of your society beckons when female sexuality is flaunted and unrestrained in this manner. Progressivism does not heed national, cultural or racial boundaries. Will they heed the lessons from western societies? I doubt it.

Michael, who sent the above link, also writes:

I am from Sydney, Australia and attempt to follow the discussions on your blog every week if possible. I sincerely appreciate the way you articulate the traditional values and principles that I was raised to respect and uphold and you are unafraid to write words of common sense to get across what we know is right, true and good – particularly when such views have become taboo or even illegal in “polite” western society. In some European countries, e.g. Britain and Sweden, it is actually illegal to openly criticise homosexuality. Your blog is an uplifting and inspiring oasis of sanity in an increasingly benighted world where our traditional Anglo-Saxon or European Protestant values are cast away, ignored, stigmatised as “oppressive” or even legislated/regulated out of existence by progressive elites.

Laura writes:

Thank you. 

John E. writes:

Any Music Man fans out there?

Lawrence Auster writes:

Your husband has exactly the same reaction to women talking to women that I have.

Laura writes:

Men are barely alive when they converse. They might as well send smoke signals to one another, or telepathic emissions. 

Mr. Auster writes:

I sense a war of the sexes heating up.

Laura writes:

My husband started it. He always does.  : – )

By the way, I am almost, fairly and pretty much certain that my husband began using the term “cluck-a-thon” before he married me and that it had nothing to do with conversations he observed since or the fact that I have five sisters.                                                     

Laura adds:

One of the unfortunate consequences of feminism is that some offices have been turned into non-stop cluck-a-thons. I enjoy conversation – I enjoy it in the right place and at the right time and for the right reasons – but I once worked in an office that was all cluck, all the time. I was virtually in tears by the end of each day. It was too hard to get anything done. That was in the day before silent Twittering.

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