I have a mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it.
Dig trenches? With our men being killed off like flies? There isn't time to dig trenches. We'll have to buy them ready made.
But what makes wage slaves? Wages!
If women dressed for men, the stores wouldn't sell much - just an occasional sun visor.
Remember, the grass is always greener where you don't happen to be the neighbor.
I know, I know - you're a woman who's had a lot of tough breaks. Well, we can clean and tighten those brakes, but you'll have to stay in the garage all night.