We’re On The Eve Of A Fempocalypse. But They Won’t Go Without A Fight

THE INBOUND FEMPOCALYPSE

Meghan Markle is probably going to lose her job.

Netflix awarded her the gig to much fanfare. It also cost them tens of millions. She and a thoroughly cucked No Longer Prince Harry were supposed to produce a suite of media for the brand. They did at least some things. Nothing really stuck. (See: It was all insufferable and terrible and mostly because Meghan is insufferable and terrible.)

Which led to this disaster of a story from once-wildly-supportive Variety Magazine: [at link]

So it looks like Markle will soon be unemployed. Unlike the tens of millions of women who are sure to follow her, she can dry her eyes with her millions in wasted corporate largesse.

The cuckening of a once virile, masculine man in Prince Harry, a combat veteran who once killed terrorists, is almost certain to be followed by what Andrew Yang has dubbed the “f**kening.”

Prince Harry was, in many ways, an avatar for all mankind when you think about it. But just as accurately applied is Meghan for womankind.

The decades following the turn of the new century saw massive and simultaneous initiatives favoring female replacement of male workers and male leadership and even masculinity. Benevolent masculinity, like Harry’s, like Joe the Plumber’s, was effectively outlawed everywhere from corporate offices to academia to secondary education. It wasn’t just dodgeball, but recess too was annihilated. Male impulses were blunted with pharmacology, either taken prescribed by female therapists or flushed down the toilet by millions of artificially non-menstruating women and later consumed in tap water.