Women are better, continued

Two tenets of feminism that don't play nicely together are:
- Men and women are exactly the same.
- Women are better than men.

There is overwhelming contradictory evidence for the first -- look down -- and conclusive confirmatory evidence for the second. A current example was highlighted recently in a Marine Corps Times article.

What percent of pervs who plant video cameras in bathrooms are women? 0.1%? 0.01%? What is the ratio of pornography aimed at male consumption to that aimed at female consumption? 100:1? 1000:1? More?

In Stepping Off, Eileen is never afraid to identify differences between the sexes. Here, she's using a restroom along a marathon route:

I almost abandoned my plan due to another reminder of man’s foulness. Though I was miles behind the winners, only 2% of runners beat me—a few hundred people. Near the 19-mile mark, on a peninsula with sparse crowds, I had to pee. At most stops, johns fill with spectators. Here, some were open; I jumped into one. I lost 10 seconds doing math: 10 johns, maybe 300 runners had passed through. About one-third of runners stopped here, so 10 people had used it. I mention this because every square inch of the walls and ceiling was coated with the foulest diarrhea imaginable. The volume exceeded a single colon’s capacity. Could some be vomit? I almost contributed some, actually. It was all diarrhea, though.

I recalled spotting Gary at TBS. My last thought before recognizing him was how lucky I was having one stall, just one, reserved for ladies. And that’s my point: whatever bowel or bowels spewed seven feet upward, they were men’s, guaranteed. Man, male, Y chromosome, testicles, the whole package. Earth’s three billion women could pass through without befouling it so. But only ten men! And they’re ahead of me, forming my dating pool! “Hi, I’m Eileen. I need a date and—hey, did you have explosive diarrhea that you made no attempt to clean up?”

Finally, if you doubt Eileen, get an infrared spy camera for your squirrel house. Father squirrels devote approximately 15 seconds to fatherhood (maybe 30 if you count the 15 seconds spent chasing down the female they intend to rape). Mother squirrels spend 24 hours a day feeding, cleaning, protecting, and training their offspring. They all sleep together in one big, squirming ball, as younglings fight for optimal nipple access. The mother eats enough for herself and (in our current case) 4 babies, each weighing 60% what she does.