A feminist, seething with anger stood over a seedbed. Soon a farmer approached and immediately noticed the woman was very upset.
“What’s wrong ma’am?” he asked.
“I am hungry,” she exclaimed, staring at the ground, “and I want something to eat now.”
The man couldn’t help but grin. He gently explained that he had planted the seed days ago and it would take some time before a plant would grow and several more weeks before vegetables would appear.
Unmoved, she continued to stare at the ground with clenched fists and began berating the seed, demanding that she was entitled to have something to eat now because she was a woman.
Again the farmer tried to explain how much time it would take for the vegetables to grow but instead of soothing her anger, his words had the opposite effect. Instead, the feminist turned her acerbic tongue on the farmer.
“What do you know?” she asked. “You’re only a man. You don’t know what it’s like to be a woman, to be beaten down and oppressed, to live in a patriarchal society and have to work twice as hard to get anything in this world.”
About that time the farmer’s wife walked up to find out what all the fuss was about.
“What’s the matter ma’am?” she asked.
“I am hungry,” said the feminist. “And I want something to eat now.”
The farmer’s wife looked at her husband in disbelief and then at the feminist. She then began to explain how long it would take before any vegetables would grow from the seed.
Furious, the feminist began lambasting the farmer’s wife.
“What do you know? You’re just a woman whose life has been stolen from you. You probably spend all day doing his laundry, cooking his meals and cleaning his house. You are just oppressed.”
The farmer and his wife looked at each other in disbelief and then stared at the feminist.
“Honey, the sun’s about to go down and you’re going to get very cold waiting on that seed to grow,” said the farmer.
“Honey? Honey?” exclaimed the feminist, who then began a verbal tirade against the man for his choice of words.
They stood quietly by, letting her spew her venom for awhile. Seeing she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, the couple sighed deeply and walked away.
The feminist stood alone with her anger and noticed the air was filled with sounds of nature. Birds were singing, crickets were chirping, the wind blew the trees around in a cool evening dance. She began staring down at the seed tucked neatly into the warm earth. And listening to nature’s melody, she came to a realization. There was really no need to be angry at the farmer or his wife.
Instead, she raised her clenched fists up to the sky and began yelling at God.