E.M. BURLINGAME: When only harpies and harlots are prized as the pinnacles of womanhood, there's no society, no civilization remaining, there's only predation and prostitution

from E.M. Burlingame.

Harpies and Harlots | by: E.M. Burlingame

When only harpies and harlots are prized as the pinnacles of womanhood, there's no society, no civilization remaining, there's only predation and prostitution Harpies in the C-suite wings pressed flat beneath their blazers talons painted boardroom red they sign your pink slip with a wink and a hashtag #bossbabe. Harlots in the feed eighteen going on forty lips injected, ass projected ring-light halo thirst-trap scripture onlyfans is the new church confess your sins for $9.99 No girl left who blushes no woman who waits no quiet hands kneading bread or rocking a cradle just these two breeds on parade one sells a broken ladder the other sells the hole beneath it The schools teach “monetize yourself” while fathers are gone or gagged while mothers are models or climbing over corpses or both And the boys poor dumb bastards learn early either simp or starve So the cities fill with screech and silicone with corner offices and camel-toe leggings with golden parachutes and golden showers same transaction different floor When only harpies and harlots are prized the cradle stays empty the hearth goes cold and the last real woman walks out unnoticed carrying the ashes of what we used to call humanity