Divisions are divisive, not only externally when cast upon others, but internally too. Internally it sets US up AGAINST THEM by giving people an "other" to fear, deride, or scorn. Just imagine the impact that the bible alone has on women. The entire story conveys that all of the evil in the world is women's fault for committing the original sin against the big swinging dick in the sky. However, "he" has no form, and therefore no penis. But he's a he, and she's a she, and somehow she managed to resist God's will, even though it was his will to give her "free will." And what about Adam, you might ask? He takes no responsibility for his part in the "sin." He was alive for much longer than Eve, but he's not taking any of the blame.

Outside of talking snakes, it seems that naked women have the power to cause men to resist God's will. Perhaps it is all God's fault for making women too beautiful? Maybe if God would've had a little bit more foresight, Eve would have been sporting a unibrow and a mustache. Imagine that Eve comes up to you looking like a cross between Frida Kahlo and Ron Burgundy and says: "Hey, Adam, have a taste of this!" and you reply: "Back off rib-woman, go back to the man cave where I left you. It's my job to hunt and gather because I know how to follow the rule. And it's your job. It's your job to stay out of the sunlight. You know how much that caterpillar on your lip weirds me out!"

You see, the problem could've gotten 100% averted. I jest thou, I think we'd all do well to consider that the individual is the ultimate minority. All this group-think will be the death of civilization as we know it. They insert their radicals in each group to make them subject to great ridicule. And then you have people that take offense to the criticism because they identify as the first wave (group) of feminists. They're still attached to the label even though it's gotten hijacked and taken to crazy-town.

Groups, labels, boxes, and radicals, oh my. Divide and conquer is the game, and they play it on a Machiavellian level to keep us all playing each other, so they don't have to. It's like if you had five different enemies and set them up for a shootout on Wednesday at the O.K. Corral. If you're lucky, by the end of it, you'll only have one enemy left. But hopefully, they'll have bled out before you get there. They play us all like a fiddle and get away with it because the group mind is none the wiser.