I Don’t Agree to Disagree

I didn't see eye-to-eye on every issue with every friend. That was normal. I recall arguing over cocktails about maximum building heights, where I insisted that mountain and ocean views should be left unobstructed for all people to enjoy. My friend believed it belonged to those who could pay for the beach houses and high rise apartments. A group of friends might not have agreed what percent of the state budget should go for road upkeep. As the size of the Michigan potholes widened, consensus got easier to reach. At the end of the night, we'd agree to disagree. No hard feelings. I looked forward to the next time of camaraderie and laughter.

Women Divided

There is a woman in my neighborhood I'll call Louise Barton. LB posts inflammatory news on her Facebook page, seldom providing sources for her information. I've unfriended many males on FB, but I'm slow to cut ties with women. That sure sounds like double standards. It is. I understand my sisters and know their sufferings on account of their gender. I also know that underneath the most rigid shells beat soft hearts.

Matriarchal Values, Mutual Respect

Women rule the domestic and men the political and spiritual roles. After marriage, the woman has her own sleeping quarters. The husband may sleep with her but must leave in the morning to have breakfast with his mother. "While the clan chief is always male, women select the chief and can remove him from office should they feel he failed to fulfill his duties."