It's not the hours. It's not the difficulty of the work. It's the soul-crushing

It’s not the hours.

It’s not the difficulty of the work.

It’s the soul-crushing uselessness of a beautiful, soft, gentle, feminine, fertile woman spending her hours in front of screens, in stupid meetings and shuffling paper.

They feel it in their bodies; it’s wrong; it’s killing something deep inside them, and they know it.

A 9-to-5 office job doesn’t provide young women with any dopamine rewards for their efforts. It’s an unnatural hell for most. Work with no pleasure.

Working 12 hours a day to make their house beautiful, cook nutritious meals, and care for their children, on the other hand, is rewarding mentally, emotionally, and hormonally because it’s natural. It’s what most women were meant for.