Blog Post Two “To the Feminists Who Think They’re the Prize”

📝 Blog Post

“To the Feminists Who Think They’re the Prize”
By Samuel

Let’s talk.

And no — this isn’t a hit piece.
This isn’t misogyny wrapped in sarcasm.
This is clarity. Unfiltered.

Because lately, a certain brand of feminism has convinced some of you that your existence alone… is the reward.
That just being a woman puts you at the finish line — while men compete, crawl, and grovel for your attention.

You say:

“I am the prize.”

Okay. Let’s pause there.
Because I’ve got questions.

📦 What Makes You the Prize?

Is it your personality?
Your peace?
Your discipline?
Your ability to nurture, challenge, and elevate someone?

Or… is it just because you’re a woman?

Because if all you bring to the table is the tablecloth, but demand a man to be the chef, the waiter, and the five-star experience — maybe the real issue is the menu.

🧠 Equal Doesn’t Mean Untouchable

Feminism, at its core, was about equality.
Not entitlement.
Not arrogance.

If you want to be seen as an equal — act like one.
Bring something of value. Build. Think. Speak. Lead.

You’re not exempt from criticism because you’re a woman.
And disagreeing with you doesn’t make someone a misogynist — it makes them honest.

🤝 A Relationship Is Mutual — Not a Throne

Here’s the truth:

You’re not a queen unless you reign with character.
Not with tweets about “high value” and “if he wanted to, he would.”
Not with filters, followers, or finger snaps.

Being beautiful doesn’t make you a prize.
Being intentional does.
Being self-aware does.
Being kind, intelligent, and emotionally solid does.

The same way we call out guys for being bums, cheats, and narcissists —
You don’t get a free pass just because you post “soft girl” aesthetics with a side of delusion.

👑 Real Prizes Don’t Have to Say They’re Prizes

Think about it.
Diamonds don’t brag — they shine.
Gold doesn’t chase — it’s pursued.
Wisdom doesn’t shout — it speaks when needed.

If you really are the prize, people will notice.
You won’t have to say it every 3 Instagram captions.

✋ On Respect (And When It Runs Out)

Now, let’s be real. Some of you aren’t just loud with the “I’m the prize” talk — you’re reckless with your hands.

Let me make this clear: if you think you can cross your lane and hit me in an argument just because you’re a woman — you’ve got three free trials. After that? Game over. 🎮 No continues, no respawns. I’m either walking away and ghosting you so hard you’ll wonder if I evaporated 🚶‍♂️💨… or I’ll let another woman handle it, because honestly? Hitting women isn’t pleasant, and I’m not lowering myself to WWE theatrics.

And that’s exactly why I believe equality is kind of a myth. Too many only wave that flag when it benefits them. But flip the script and suddenly it’s: “Are you even a man?” 🤨 Funny how quick the rules change.

Bottom line? Mutual respect has to be the standard. Respect isn’t gendered — it’s basic. Keep your hands to yourself, keep your respect intact. 🥶👏

But don’t get it twisted — this isn’t about hating women.
It’s about not tolerating double standards.

And as for the ones who aren’t wild, who aren’t playing games, who actually carry themselves with respect?
Don’t worry.
You’ll get the same respect you deserve — every single time.

💬 Final Thoughts

This isn’t hate.
It’s honesty.

And if this offended you… maybe you’re the one it was meant for.

Ladies — some of you really are prizes.
But for the ones who lead with ego instead of essence?
You’re just wrapping paper with nothing inside.

Truth doesn’t care about your vibe.
It just shows up. Uninvited.

And today?
It showed up in blog form.

— Chaos Samuel

Writing without permission. Living without labels.