Here is a picture for a collection of books by Eleanor Porter, including the famous Pollyanna.

Don’t these seem like the most splendid girls? I wish girls would dress like this again. Since girls don’t have any money, this also depends on their mothers, to get them some nice clothes.

Unfortunately, it is hard to even find clothing like this these days. Here is a recent selection of girls’ dresses from Macy’s.

One of the advantages of Courtship, or Courtship that involved “dating,” (that is, without sex), aka “Traditional Dating,” was that a man and a woman would spend a lot of time together, without having sex. They would find out if they enjoyed each other’s company. They would become friends first. Somewhere along the line, they might also “fall in love.” Unfortunately, a lot of marriages today are among worn-out Carousel Riders and their simp-y Beta Provider husbands, where “falling in love” (aka “pair bonding”) is nowhere to be found (among the women), and where women not only don’t like their husbands very much, but actually dislike them.

“Dating without sex” doesn’t make much sense in terms of “dating,” which is why one rule among “daters” is: “If she doesn’t put out in three dates, dump her. She is not that into you.” But, in terms of Courtship, it is no big deal: If you are going to get married anyway, who cares if you end up waiting three months or so, especially if you enjoy the company if this woman, as a companion, without sex? It would just be adding something good to something good.

Recent TradBabe subcategory: Big Brain Helen Roy is a new mother.

While women struggle to figure out that 80% of the women can’t marry 20% of the men, men are doing this:

Mate Selection for Modernity

It concludes:

This imbalance in the sexual marketplace is not a good thing. A society teeming with lonely women and sexually frustrated men is one hurtling toward disaster. It is imperative that we, as a society, think carefully about solutions to this burgeoning crisis.

This is systems thinking. Apparently, only men can do it.

There are no Matriarchies.

When women go beyond 30 without children, they go crazy.

“The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world,” it has been said. This is not quite so: but the “hand that rocks the cradle” does determine the world. It seems like the oddities of young people are rather irrelevant. Who cares if some 19-year-old dingbat has some kind of kooky opinion in college? It seems like they don’t have much influence. Their elders and betters both outnumber these young goofs, but also, have positions of responsibility and leadership. But, these young people eventually grow up; and those elders, raised under different conditions, get old and die. The young goofs become degenerate adults, entering and then eventually leading the major institutions, and the older adults become irrelevant.

Unfortunately, women today have largely abandoned the task of raising children (and thus “determining the world”) to public schools, television, media, universities, and basically the whole Cultural Marxist sewer pipe. We really don’t need women to do men’s jobs. What we need is someone to raise the children so that they don’t grow up to be the modern-day equivalent of Mao’s Cultural Revolutionaries. This will, at the least, require getting the children out of public schools; and much more than that. Men need to find wives who are ready and able to do that, and who are not themselves irredeemable products of Cultural Marxist pollution. In other words, a TradBabe of at least Level 4 housewife potential.

Here, as inspiration, is the original 19th century poem, “The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Rules The World.”

The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Rules the World
by William Ross Wallace (1819-1881)

Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace.
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Infancy’s the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mothers first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow —
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Woman, how divine your mission,
Here upon our natal sod;
Keep – oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky —
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

In the interests of presenting good role models for girls and young women, I bring you Helen Roy. Of course she is a TradBabe. I don’t know if she is married, pregnant, or has children. I hope so. But, also, she is rather brainy, which is fine you know. Wouldn’t you Big Brain girls rather use your Big Brain to write articles like these while the baby is sleeping, rather than churning out merger and acquisition documents until 9pm while another egg dies?

Helen Roy at The American Mind

Unfortunately for us men, the percentage of women who are TradBabes with Big Brains is very small.

Lori Alexander at The Transformed Wife gets an amazing amount of vitriol for what I consider the mildest conventional wisdom. My own mother exemplified all these principles. My wife (who is Japanese and learned English as a second language) also follows these general principles. But, it seems that a lot of American women out there really have been driven batshit crazy by feminism. Miles Mathis noted that 56.3% of White “liberal” women under age 30 report mental illness. It’s not just my opinion. Unfortunately, men can’t really marry a batshit crazy woman. If you also screen out the fatties, and limit yourself to women who are neither batshit crazy nor obese, this does not leave a very large pool of women. Women do learn over time, and sometime after Age 28 realize the errors of their youth. But, it is often too late for them by then.

read: Why Do Women Cry Ab*se When I Teach On Marriage?

But, this is advice mostly for younger women and girls. Listen closely, because it is important.

Don’t be a crazy bitch.

Get Up Off Your Knees
Get Your Patriarchy On
Tell The Bitches What To Do

There are no Matriarchies.

Introduction, The Thousand and One Nights, circa 1000 AD.

On the following morning, the merchant and his wife went to the bull’s crib, and sat down there; and the driver came, and took out the bull; and when the bull saw his master, he shook his tail, and showed his alacrity by sounds and actions, bounding about in such a manner that the merchant laughed until he fell backwards. His wife, in surprise, asked him. At what dost thou laugh? He answered, At a thing that I have heard and seen; but I cannot reveal it; for if I did, I should die. She said. Thou must inform me of the cause of thy laughter, even if thou die.—I cannot reveal it, said he: the fear of death prevents me. Thou laughedst only at me, she said; and she ceased not to urge and importune him until he was quite overcome and distracted. So he called together his children, and sent for the Kadi and witnesses, that he might make his will, and reveal the secret to her, and die: for he loved her excessively, since she was the daughter of his fraternal uncle, and the mother of his children, and he had lived with her to the age of a hundred and twenty years. Having assembled her family and his neighbours, he related to them his story, and told them that as soon as he revealed his secret he must die; upon which every one present said to her. We conjure thee by Allah that thou give up this affair, and let not thy husband, and the father of thy children, die. But she said, I will not desist until he tell me, though he die for it. So they ceased to solicit her; and the merchant left them, and went to the stable to perform the ablution, and then to return, and tell them the secret, and die.

Now he had a cock, with fifty hens under him, and he had also a dog; and he heard the dog call to the cock, and reproach him, saying, Art thou happy when our master is going to die? The cock asked, How so?—and the dog related to him the story; upon which the cock exclaimed. By Allah! our master has little sense: I have fifty wives; and I please this, and provoke that; while he has but one one wife, and cannot manage this affair with her: why does he not take some twigs of the mulberry-tree, and enter her chamber, and beat her until she dies or repents? She would never, after that, ask him a question expecting anything. And when the merchant heard the words of the cock, as he addressed the dog, he recovered his reason, and made up his mind to beat her. Now, said the Wezir to his daughter Shahrazad, perhaps I may do to thee as the merchant did to his wife. She asked. And what did he? He answered, He entered her chamber after he had cut off some twigs of the mulberry-tree, and hidden them there; and then said to her. Come into the chamber, that I may tell thee the secret while no one sees me, and then die:—and when she had entered, he locked the chamber-door upon her, and beat her until she became almost senseless and cried out, I repent:—and she kissed his hands and his feet, and repented, and went out with him; and all the company, and her own family, rejoiced; and they lived together in the happiest manner until death.