I am South African. We are the rape capital of the world, and some years back, we were the most violent country in the world outside an active war zone. Reports say that 40% of South African women have been raped.

We are also the world's only example of baby rape. Men rape babies in order to cure themselves of AIDS and HIV. This is what the shamans and their peers tell them.

In 2020, I was assaulted three times by men. In each situation, a woman told a lie to a man because she was angry with me. I generally get on extremely well with men. So I have no truck with the idea that women are innocent in all of this.

Both my late mother and my late stepmother were Amber Heard nutcases. They beat up my father who was a gentleman of the first order. He most certainly did not think women were inferior. He told me when I was 14 that I could sleep with whom I liked, just not to get caught because there was a double standard. He would have preferred me to be an engineer, a rocket scientists, etc. not a writer.

My late mother ran away from home when she was 14 in 1939. She lied about her age and joined the army. After the war, she went back to school to obtain her year 10 certificate.

In her lifetime, she was a highly successful business woman, a political activist against apartheid, a stock car racer, a fisherwoman, a numismatist, a philatelist, a dog breeder, and more.

I worked out of a marriage with a three week baby. I had nothing. I had no family or friends to care for me. I am autistic, and I have an auditory processing disorder. I also lived with the most extreme abuse for the first 42 years of my life. I never stood a chance in hell.

In San Diego, in my mid-50s, a counsellor told me that people with my background were dead by the time they were 25, and that what I had achieved was nothing short of miraculous.

I tell you this so that you don't give me all the excuses why other women are stuck where they are.

There are plenty of organizations in America that will shelter endangered women. The women don't leave because they want to be loved. I guess I never wanted to be loved. I just accepted that I was nothing, a microbe, not worth anyone's attention, so I didn't try to get what I would never have.

That said, this is not what the film Barbie is talking about, and your argument would be classified as that of a strawman.

I wrote an article on Substack about why I don't buy into the Barbie argument.

Thank you for your polite discourse. I don't usually get that on topics like this.