A man could lay himself down at the end of the day, satisfied that he had achieved all that he set out to do.
A man could be content, knowing that he knows no master but himself.
Can women claim such comforts? May women claim such comforts?
Because it seems to me that women have everything dictated to them: how they should look, what they should wear, how dramatically they may paint their faces before being branded a whore.
For men, freedom lies in the masculinity that gives them their confidence. The future is theirs, ripe for the picking.
Women must climb higher, striving to bypass the low-hanging fruit that men can reach so easily.