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which explicates upon women, genius, souls, and why we don't have any of that. God, the hate. Aren't we sufficiently lipposuctioned and subjugated yet?
I wanked thusly:
My response exactly. Then I spent the half the evening remembering the ex-lover -- the liberal/working artist/pro-feminist boyfriend who felt he had to explain the song Empty Chairs At Empty tables to me.
Him: It's about friendship. Women don't have friendships, so you can't really grasp what he's saying about such a loss.
Me: Buh?
Him: Well, I mean women compete for men, so they can't actually be friends with other women.
Me: Are you... what... huh?
Him: Well, women want to connect with a man. That's their focus, what they aim for. They don't have a capacity for friendship. They can't love like men do. Uh, where are you going?
Me: *leaves*
It would be easier to dismiss the offal on that site if I hadn't encountered the same pervasive, subliminal (or not-so-sumbliminal) attitude in so many baseline normal guys. The ex-lover wasn't the only one to explain to me, over the years, that women basically have no souls. I'm not talking about obvious misogynists, I'm talking about seemingly rational dudes.
It seems to be something they soaked up on some basic, unexamined level: "getting" a male is the summit of female beatitude, and any man who fucks a woman is granting her a major boon. Now she has the priviledge of being my sex partner/maid/laundress/cook/therapist/gofer! I have made her complete! Oh, and of course: I have validated her existence by permiting her to service me sexually and domestically. Why isn't that enough for her? How on earth couldher own work anything else still be a consideration, much less a priority? She must be a bad, hatey, emasculating mutation.
Gah, it got to be too much aggravation for me -- I swore off men eight years ago. Ah, sweet liberty. Hail to thee, O peace. I snog thee, financial independence. Celibacy is a small price to pay for such a bullshit-free life.
Hrm. I have seen the wank and it is me. We all have our hot buttons, perhaps. Sticky. I'll be an hour getting it off the ceiling.
*nods off* It's an old tale, isn't it?
which explicates upon women, genius, souls, and why we don't have any of that. God, the hate. Aren't we sufficiently lipposuctioned and subjugated yet?
I wanked thusly:
My response exactly. Then I spent the half the evening remembering the ex-lover -- the liberal/working artist/pro-feminist boyfriend who felt he had to explain the song Empty Chairs At Empty tables to me.
Him: It's about friendship. Women don't have friendships, so you can't really grasp what he's saying about such a loss.
Me: Buh?
Him: Well, I mean women compete for men, so they can't actually be friends with other women.
Me: Are you... what... huh?
Him: Well, women want to connect with a man. That's their focus, what they aim for. They don't have a capacity for friendship. They can't love like men do. Uh, where are you going?
Me: *leaves*
It would be easier to dismiss the offal on that site if I hadn't encountered the same pervasive, subliminal (or not-so-sumbliminal) attitude in so many baseline normal guys. The ex-lover wasn't the only one to explain to me, over the years, that women basically have no souls. I'm not talking about obvious misogynists, I'm talking about seemingly rational dudes.
It seems to be something they soaked up on some basic, unexamined level: "getting" a male is the summit of female beatitude, and any man who fucks a woman is granting her a major boon. Now she has the priviledge of being my sex partner/maid/laundress/cook/therapist/gofer! I have made her complete! Oh, and of course: I have validated her existence by permiting her to service me sexually and domestically. Why isn't that enough for her? How on earth could
Gah, it got to be too much aggravation for me -- I swore off men eight years ago. Ah, sweet liberty. Hail to thee, O peace. I snog thee, financial independence. Celibacy is a small price to pay for such a bullshit-free life.
Hrm. I have seen the wank and it is me. We all have our hot buttons, perhaps. Sticky. I'll be an hour getting it off the ceiling.
*nods off* It's an old tale, isn't it?