Maybe it’ll illustrate my point if I propose an experiment.
Walk into the most expensive and prestigious café in the capital of the world’s most advanced and richest country. What will you find there? A bunch of women sitting around chatting about mind-numbingly dull and pointless stuff, complaining about men and shitting on them, generally whining, doing nothing useful. Now walk into the most poverty-stricken, desolate village of the world’s most backward, poorest nation. You’ll find exactly the same thing. That’s the reality of innate female passivity.
I’m not sure about the second half, but the first part is definitely true.