🎼 III. SCHERZO: THE QUIET RAGE OF INTELLIGENT WOMEN

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This isn’t hysteria. It’s precision.

We were the good girls. We played nice. We got the degrees. We held our tongues at the dinner table when men explained things we knew better. We smiled when interrupted. We let them take credit. We dimmed so they could shine. We learned that intelligence in a woman was a liability. That being brilliant made us threatening. That being outspoken made us unfuckable.
So we learned to cloak our minds in charm and nod along. But the rage was always there. Not loud. Not explosive. It was surgical, silent, controlled. The rage of women who watched men rise on ladders we built for them, while they spat down from the top. Or worse:

Climbed the ladder on their knees. Not because they lacked ambition, but because ambition wasn’t enough. Because talent didn’t matter when men only recognized mouths, not minds.

We mastered the room, the spreadsheet, the code, the conversation. And still, we were dismissed. We were told we can’t work in the field:

“It’s too high. Too dangerous. You’re not fit for this kind of work.”

Never mind the fact that we’ve given birth, buried trauma, carried men’s egos for decades. But god forbid we climb a telecom pole.

We bleed monthly. And instead of reverence, we’re met with shame. Our cycle is framed as unclean, unfit, unpredictable. Even the church turns its face away. Women who menstruate are forbidden from stepping into sacred spaces. As if bleeding is an insult to the divine. As if the miracle of life is dirty.

No one calls male ejaculation impure. But the blood of the womb? Taboo.

They called it hysteria. They said women were irrational, emotional, unstable. But hysteria was never about women. It was about men who couldn’t keep up. Men who were terrified of women thinking too much, speaking too freely, outgrowing them too fast. So they wrote it into medicine. Codified our rebellion as madness, so they didn’t have to face their own inadequacy. Because in a world ruled by merit and evolution,

the unfit were supposed to die out.

But patriarchy gave them a throne, a degree, and a frightened wife.

So now? Women are walking away. Not just from men but from the system entirely.

Look at South Korea. The 4B movement: no dating, no marriage, no sex, no children. Not out of hatred—but out of clarity.

“If this is the cost of love, we’re not buying. If this is how womanhood is rewarded, we’re returning the product.”

And the patriarchy trembles not because we shouted… but because we stopped speaking to them at all.
We don’t hate men. But we’re no longer willing to explain ourselves, justify our pain, or beg to be believed.
Not all men are the problem. But silence is.
Some still ask,

“Why are women so angry?”

Because you mistook our silence for peace. Because you thought obedience meant agreement. Because you thought the crown you gave us was gold, when it was rusted wire. You feared loud women, but it’s the quiet ones you should’ve watched.
We were never confused. We were calculating. And now?
We no longer ask for space. We take it.
Part IV: https://adrianasimionescu.com/2025/07/19/symphony-of-destruction-part-iv-incineration-as-rebirth/