Biggest psyop

 The biggest psyop if you were a young girl growing up in India and similar cultures until the1990s was that the pinnacle of womanhood was to absorb and shoulder as much as you could without complaint and with a smile on your face. The more you could absorb silently without making any demands, the more virtuous you felt.

There is no good outcome of this kind of cultural upbringing. The women went one of two ways. They would either dim, or erupt.

For the older generations, without any financial or social safety nets, and thus much of a sense of self and confidence, there would be a gradual, corrosive dimming of their soul's light over time, until, eyes vacant, they'd become a shell of a person. Motherhood and family obligations consumed them, and left behind a diminished self, with growing bitterness, resentment, fear and dullness building over time.

With the more recent and current generations, educated, often financially independent, and empowered girls have access to conflicting messages of what it means to be a woman. Without great role models in real life around them though, they absorb and suffer until the cognitive dissonance becomes too much to bear. Just like a glacier that keeps absorbing heat until it breaks off and creates a veritable tsunami that ravages everything in its path, or like a volcano that keeps simmering for years until it erupts, and like Sita, who was the epitome of quiet, dignified strength until she got fed up and ended her life by asking the Earth to swallow her whole.

Very few women were able to buck these trends.

To be clear, men don't want either of these outcomes. The preferred outcome by any rational bystander would be, in descending order of preference:

1. Have the absorbing mechanism work without any dimming or eruption. If this is not possible,
2. Have the absorbing mechanism work with frequent breaks to reverse the dimming, and smaller, frequent, and thus relatively benign outbursts to release the tension and prevent the big lethal eruption

Those are still suboptimal outcomes that don't challenge the underlying archetype of women as the silent sufferers. In reality, the pinnacle of womanhood is to ask for and get what you need to be a thriving, confident, loving, joyful, brilliant person. From that fountain of abundance flows forth the love and laughter that nourishes her loved ones and everyone else in her orbit. There will always be some level of give and take and overseeing of minor transgressions in any relationship, but the women need not shoulder any more of this burden than the men. It gladdens me to see this role modeled around me today, and gives me hope for this and future generations.