Anti-Feminist Theatre of the Absurd: A Play in One Act
It’s A Woman’s World
(The Real Story Feminists Don’t Want You to Know)
(Scene: A woman, lounging on a fainting couch eating bonbons. A man enters.)
Man: I’m home dear.
Woman: Why you’re home early today, dear. Is everything alright?
Man: I have something for you.
Woman: Oh… What is it?
Man: Equality!
Woman: Oh my, what a surprise! How good of you!
**Man: **Yes, well… it seems to be all the rage with the upper classes now, and I must keep up appearances you know.
**Woman: **How does it work, exactly?
**Man: **I’m not sure, but there are no guarantees for it. I suppose I could take it back if I’m not satisfied.
Woman: Whatever you think is best, dear. Shall I get your dinner?
Man: Not now. I think I’ll pop down to the club for a bit. I need to work on drinking myself into alcohol dependency. A man’s work is never done.
Woman: I’ll keep it warm for you then.
Man: I suppose that will do. But I may not be back right away; I could be going to war.
Woman: Are we at war?
**Man: **Hmm… no, not at the moment. Well, perhaps I could start one! I wouldn’t want anyone to think I can’t keep you safe.
Woman: Am I in danger?
Man: You have no idea, do you? Well, you’ll find out soon enough.
**Woman: **What do you mean?
**Man: **I can’t expect you to be logical, so let me explain: Even if I’m not killed in combat, there’s an excellent chance I’ll meet up with some sort of violence. Barring that, I suppose I could kill myself, if it comes down to it.
**Woman: **Oh my! Well, why don’t you stay home then?
Man: What?! And risk being battered by you? I refuse to be a victim! It’s not manly.
Woman: But I couldn’t…
Man: Oh, you say that, but I’ve read the studies; you can’t fool me!
Woman: Really, I just want you to be safe too. And I don’t want you to die.
Man: It simply can’t be helped. It’s my evolutionary destiny. You women are so anti-science!
Woman: But there must be something I can do?
**Man: **Don’t worry your little head about it. Worse come to worst, you can marry again.
Woman: But I don’t want to…
**Man: **What else can you do? Who will kill the bugs for you? I wouldn’t expect too much, though; you’re still young enough to bear children, but you’re not exactly a virgin now are you? Still, I’m sure some man would consider you a bargain, what with the price of pussy nowadays.
The End (or is it?)