I made time to block out more of my novel, If Only, and in order to do a serviceable job on the subject of a world where females are the dominant gender, I have to start by breaking down the differences between us.
Firstly, I had to address the very issue of gender identification.
How is it formed?
How is it interpreted?
What are the traits and characteristics?
How does it align with government and official “policy?”
I plan on telling the story with a mashup of stories, observations, and historical references, as well as the cultural norms and mores.
Together, hopefully, they will weave the fabric of a new world where there is no glass ceiling.
For women.
But with limited access to educational opportunities and resources because of their gender, the males only had seven representatives earn degrees allowing them to work in a paying position and earn credits for retirement.
They can only ascend to one level below the top position as per the Laws for Life. Of course the presidency will be filled by a woman; that was a given.
Law?
Hardly.
More like a given.
Women are the dominant gender on this planet.
Oh, the old stories of huge, carnivorous animals and women seeing to it that civilization continued are history, accepted as fact by every female on earth.
Check out this little morsel from my book:
The Game
“Footwork,” was the only word hastily written on the whiteboard in the silent locker room.
“They are biologically less than we are. But they are strong,” the coach began. We are faster, but more importantly, we are more intelligent. We can win this game by being in position first at all times. Let them foul themselves out of the game.”
The women huddled up and extended their hands to the center of the circle.
“TEAM!” they shouted in unison.
As they emptied out of the locker room into the tunnel, an assistant handed her a phone.”
With raised eyebrows, the coach lifted the phone to her ear.
“Yes?”
Then the coach’s face dropped a few shades and she stumbled as she acknowledged “Yes, Madame President.”
She listened for about thirty seconds, and ended with “I fully understand Madame President. We won’t let you down.”
The Pat Summit Memorial Colisseum was packed to the rafters. Tickets were being scalped in the tens of thousands of dollars and even the President was rumored to be in attendance, albeit behind bullet-proof glass in a specially-designed and secure luxury suite.
The coach looked around.
Unbelievable.
To think all this for an exhibition game.
The women’s national team was playing a team made up of male college students that played the sport at an intramural level.
Coach Dawn Staley was unfazed with all the hoopla. She has been carefully studying the males and their methods for two years. She had fought for this game to be played.
She was ready.
Her team was ready.
They had just returned from Pyongyang with their tenth consecutive gold medal. No one in the world was even close.
As the band played, the visitors entered the arena to a very lackluster attempt at applause from the few males in attendance that could afford tickets. Most of the choice boxes and seats for the game were taken up by women CEO’s and other female bigwigs and their people.
The women entered to an explosion of cheers and confetti and the crowd was on their feet.
The size disparity was the first thing that was obvious.
The women were so much bigger and stronger-looking than the male team members. It goes to reason, that since women had access to the best of everything: the best foods, training equipment, and facilities, they would produce a superior athlete.
Still, President Winfrey was concerned.
Outwardly, she had been a proponent of giving the males more opportunities, but the bare fact remained. There was no way the males can win this game. We must reinforce our superiority and insure it is eternal.
Her brief lecture to the coach said as much.
The national anthem ended and the crowd turned towards her suite and cheered on their leader for a full five minutes.
The historic tip-off came at exactly 8 p.m. and predictably, the women controlled it.
The first half was more of a warm-up for both teams, but the women were still able to forge a three-point lead on their opponents.
The women’s locker room was in a state of shock. Never in a million years did they think this team of males could hang within twenty points more less three.
Hailey Barnes, the team’s tallest player at 6’11” threw her towel down in disgust.
“If you bitches think I am going to lose a game to” …men… She didn’t need to finish.
“Footwork,” the coach shouted as the team headed back to battle.
It actually started working.
Their leading scorer fouled out when Sara Lin blew into his ear, prompting him to lash out and earn his spot on the bench for the remainder of the game.
The two biggest scoring threats the males had were starting to pile up the personal fouls and soon both were watching the remaninder of the game from the bench.
The women won going away 112-77.
As they exited the Coliseum, the president turned to her female Secret Service detail and remarked, “Men competing against women. Cute.”
The women chuckled as they escorted their precious cargo into the presidential limousine.
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