I doubt many, if any, women truly understand what registering for selective service is like.
When I signed up, it was the late 80's. The Vietnam War wasn't so very long ago. Thinking back on it now, from a red pill perspective, I can articulate the subconcious feelings I had.
It's a subtle, but very powerful reminder that while society talks large about equality of the sexes, that it is still expected for men, in times of need, to die to protect women, who do NOT have to register.
I'm sure some men didn't spend much thought on the matter. But I'm also sure that many did, and many more took that reinforcement of their expected disposability to heart, and it affected their perceptions of gender expectations.
Nowadays, the draft is a distant memory. Wars are renamed "Operations", and Vietnam is an entry on Wikipedia. But it's still required, and it's still a reminder of exactly where men stand.
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