In the common room of the prestigious Femina University, a group of friends gathered for an evening of relaxation. Among them were Amelia, Serena, and Olivia, engaged in conversation as they watched a documentary on the achievements of Women throughout history.
Amelia, a confident young Woman, chuckled as she shared her thoughts, “Honestly, ladies, can you believe how different things would be if we weren’t in charge? Males just don’t have the intelligence we do.”
Serena joined in, “Absolutely! I mean, imagine them trying to organize society. Chaos would ensue! We’re the ones keeping everything in order.”
Olivia, the intellectual of the group, nodded in agreement. “Our superiority is evident in every aspect of life.”
As the evening progressed, the trio decided to invite a male student from the nearby ramshackle and dilapidated school for men (a few males are still allowed to have some education in order to serve in low level supervisory roles to other males). Amelia, with her commanding presence, called for the attendance of one of the male students, and soon, a timid young man named Ethan entered the room.
Amelia, fired the first question, “Ethan, can you explain why, in our enlightened society, Women have proven to be far superior leaders in all fields compared to men?”
Ethan shifted uncomfortably, replying with a nervous stammer, “Uh, well, Ma’am, I don’t know exactly. I guess Women are just… smarter,?”
Olivia, with a mocking tone, delved into the realm of history and philosophy. “Ethan, how do you think assigning these gender roles has contributed to a better society? Can you provide any examples?”
Ethan mumbled nervously, “Well, Ma’am, I really don’t know. I think, um, when Women are in charge, things just work better?” His lack of coherence only deepened the amusement of the interrogating trio.
Throughout the questioning, the girls exchanged knowing glances, reveling in their obvious intellectual superiority.
Serena, tired of Ethan’s stupidity got bored with the questioning. With a commanding tone, she declared,
“Ethan, it’s time you acknowledge your place. Lie down and serve as my footstool for the rest of the evening.”
Ethan obediently lowered himself to the floor, assuming the position of a human footstool. Serena nonchalantly rested her feet on his face, as her friends laughed.
As the women continued their discussions and laughter, Ethan, now relegated to the role of a living footstool, unable to speak, even if he dared to do so, due to Serena’s sole pressing down on his mouth, a precursor for the rest of his life of servitude to Women.
