# What is a Woman?

- Link: https://italiajoe.com/what-is-a-woman/
- Published: 2024-10-01T01:45:32+00:00
- Author: Joseph Simonetti

There has been a nagging hypothetical that has bugged me since I watched a few citizen
journos that hit the streets to ask any passersby “What is a Woman”. Admittedly 
that was in the USA scene, but still, I felt internal fidgeting. What would I say
if I was confronted with that very question?

Someone politely asking on the fly, “What is a woman?” is a simple enough question.
Surely, it cannot be that hard to answer. Superficiality, however, can condemn one
to irrelevance, I would not want that. As I started making notes it became apparent
that there was a possibility of formulating gibberish. And I would not want my input
to be thought to be ‘politically charged log jams’ either. Thinking through the 
tricky bits and being prepared to answer coherently without stumbling seemed like
a plan. Therefore, the path for me is to relate to the experiences that have shaped
my logic of things female, a “Baby Boomer’s” perspective.

It is of value to consider why such a question is necessary. Maybe it all started
with Germain Greer, who began to muddy the waters at the beginning of the ‘70s. 
The title of her treatise is the highly charged “The Female Eunuch”. Other feminists
took up the cause. Soon the slogan became “Burn the bras”, for whatever reason? 
Why would it be so that they discard a symbol of femininity? I was not happy about
that.

Gender has become a political hot potato in this contemporary time. It is said to
have something to do with the need for ‘equality of outcomes’. The alphabet credentials
being bandied around In the media effectively swamp the scientific facts of “XX”
and “XY.” There are only two genders, and anybody with a “Y” in the combos (XXY)
is an aberration, one of the numerous artifacts of genetic transcription errors 
that occur in nature. Let’s leave this tin can and not kick it any further now.

In the book series “Where Were We”, I write of my affection for the first woman 
I have known, my mother. Mothers nurture both male and female children to make a
family unit. Next came the awareness that girl children were different. It was most
worthy to expend the effort to try and impress them with one’s masculinity. That
was a long time ago in Francavilla, Calabria. Those processes of having a mother
and a social entourage were unfortunately for me, cut short. But no matter, schools
in Australia offered wonderments in what I would affectionately call “Les petit 
femmes”. These would become the women of my transitioning to an Australian with 
Italian characteristics. There was nothing to question here, a girl-to-woman was
a continuum.

The natural attraction to females was innate in that boy from long ago; the “XX”
and “XY” chromosomes configuration worked well for him. Moving on from a girl to
a woman is a wonderment of nature. Males and females are born with eyes, peepholes
into our very souls. Eyes “flash’ and express the intent of the moods swirling inside
us. But wait, a girl begins to show bumps in the upper torso. That must be it, girls
become women in the natural life cycle. A woman is differentiated by gaining another‘
set of eyes’ that stand ardently, screaming “I am a woman, take note, we are the
womb of humanity; stop fiddling at the edges.”

The “woman” tag does not mean a one-dimensional stereotype. The mould is much more
than even three-dimensional. Where would one start with female personality traits?
Possibly the _biochems_ that modulate us all. Historical standouts such as the evil
Jezebel or the warrior prophet Deborah may be considered. Or what about Esther, 
Ruth, Cleopatra and Boudicca? The list goes on and on. My pick for the positive 
role model is the women who fought for emancipation into the political systems of
Western Democracies without attempting to dismantle the evolving structures for 
governance. Greer’s hypothesis for a ‘woman’ being equal to a ‘man’ is unfortunate;
arithmetic equations can cut both ways, men wanting to identify as a ‘woman’. Not
at all tenable.

I have written elsewhere about the need for incremental liberalism, however, the
wholesale approach to accommodate minorities seems to be coming at the expense of
women’s rights. In this case, I would return the focus to the simplicity of the “
XX” and “XY” chromosomes. If there is a “Y” anywhere in the configuration the ‘technical’
male should not be allowed anywhere near a woman’s private space at public facilities.
The “Y” is for life and no amount of hormonal manipulation will change that.

An ”XX” makes a woman and gives each the right to compete against other “XX’ers”
in all sports. On the topic of sports, I will say that I’m not in favour of women
competing in contact sports. I can’t get my head around those wonderful mammary 
glands becoming fricasseed by punches, kicks, tackles and footballs. But that’s 
all I shall say about that. A woman can choose to do self-harm without a “Y’er” 
making sure the play is foul.

Ahh! Yes, the young woman has billboard real estate that makes a simple T-shirt 
bloom messages with or without slogans. Poets and lyricists continue to conjure 
words to express the chemistry of “le joie de vivre” when a girl is about to become
a woman, immortalised in “The Girl from Ipanema”.

Visual artists agonise over the female shape to capture “the look” that sells stuff.
Women continue to be the cornerstone of the advertising industry. Jean Shrimpton
fulfilled fashion designers’ dreams when she wore the mini skirt to the 1965 Melbourne
Cup. It became an instant “must-have” for young women. A woman sets materialism 
on fire and keeps the economy ticking along.

In the life continuum, a woman storms through hormonal avalanches best articulated
by the lyrics of “Bitch” by Shelly Peiken and Meredith Brooks. Something that I 
admit to having first-hand experience in. Such are the dynamics where the catalysts
created by mothers and fathers nurturing children while trying to achieve financial
sustainability.

The pheromone chemistry surfaces intermittently to dissipate the effects of the “
catalysts”. Sonya McMahon reminds us of the power of womanly legs seen through a
slit in a full-length dress. A mature woman sets the amorous tempo for her man.

Back to the idea of the family unit. The creation of ‘Dolly” the sheep, broke the
model for the procreation of mammals. It is my preference that rampant liberalism
stop interfering with the traditional family. In this, there is a male role model
and a nurturing mother to underwrite the social needs for cohesive and moral societies.
Unfortunately, hetero Society has descended into an amorality that is being emulated
by the growing trend of “Pride March” exhibitionism.

I’m mindful of the decent homosexuals who do not flaunt their inclinations in public
and maintain a sustainable moral code. Still, I’m not in favour of laws that allow
them to have children by surrogate or of enabling them to adopt from the available
pool. The “Man and Woman thing” has evolved alongside the troubles afflicting humanity
for millennia. It continues to be a workable model, not to be discarded.

In conclusion, the pernicious social theorists who propose the subversion of the
purity of the “XX-Woman” and “XY-Man” principles are pointing the way to the slippery
slope to the destruction of Western Society. This ideological iceberg must be stopped.