A comment from ConsumeProduct:

This is literally the best thing i have ever read.

This is like a complex french pastry, crafted by artisanal chefs, each layer, a new sensation. Each perfect complimentary flavor, a different emotion stoked up from the resting silt of your psyche.

A mouthwatering masterpiece of memetic mirth.

There is so much here, so much truth, so much sadness, such a depth of earnest longing that is usually hidden from us under layers of bitter irony and unbroken theoretical proclamations and rants on how to run the world.

They just want to be part of a small village, a community, to serve a integral purpose and be loved for who they are, and appreciated for what they do. But almost invariably, places like this, small tight-knit villages are right-wing, they are wary of outsiders because a small community is uniquely disadvantaged by even small changes brought by newcomers.

Almost all of the women posting their genuine desires are functionally describing being a stay-at-home mother in a small right-wing community. Cooking, cleaning, gardening, looking after the kids, supervising their education, advising, tutoring, observing who gets what and maintaining fairness.

But they cannot see it, they cannot comprehend they are the fool in The Gateless Gate, who is searching by the light of an oil-lamp for a way to cook their rice. In one breath they scorn the very thing and types of people that can and will provide them the environment their soul cries out for. In a toxic swamp of unfamiliar city-living and godless, soulless corporatist posturing, under the heavy pressure and the mind-breaking bullshit of socially-violent, politically correct 'simon-says' office-tier environments, these lost folk yearn for meaning in their lives, whilst having been conditioned to hate the very people that are most capable of providing that environment for them.

These are the last gasps of drowning men and women, the last writhing attempt at clinging to life, before being drowned in a polluted, fetid sea of corporate/governmental-conditioning and never-ending work, that will pump directly into their minds, as in The Matrix, the illusion that they are on the cusp of revolution, that they are the vanguard of change and the daring anti-corporate, anti-state activists who are humanities best hope to attain this simple life they dream of.

This is the last time they will even be allowed to know the color red exists, for all the pills henceforth will be blue.