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I hate when I am affected by the actions of a group I “belong” to. When I’m treated in disrespectful ways or eyed up suspiciously by a stranger who thinks he knows me because “most of them do.”
I shake my head even more when I realize that we are too pig headed, as groups, to lay our pride aside to address our deficiencies. ESPECIALLY when screaming protests and unlawful legislation could be avoided with simply a self determined “get-off-my-wimpy-ass and fix it” attitude in efforts to eliminate issues.
My thoughts kept returning to my last blog entry. I pondered the timid nature that many females have and their willingness to accept lies and deception in order to not rock boats. To stay comfortable and avoid confrontation.
If you missed reading the entry, it was about women so angry about a man stating what he did not wish to mate with, or waste precious time on, that they got him banned from a dating site (PLENTY OF FISH IN THE SEA) for life. While a woman is applauded for her frequent proclamations of “knowing her worth” a man was insulted and kicked out for doing the same. It was an ugly example of a horrible double standard.
I imagined a few of these women being face to face with a man who was clearly not comfortable with her. The lack of conversation, the man looking elsewhere because he feels like laughing or simply disgusted about being forced to spend time with what he considers an ugly woman-would those women be cool with that? To know the man only came on the date because he didn’t want to get dogpiled by other people, over refusing to meet her? I thought of the brass ball audacity a woman would need to put herself in that position, insisting on making a point about her “worth”. Never mind the kind of aggressive passivity that has women keeping men hanging on for answers they will never get because Missy finds his looks less than ideal. Or the women who ditch dates without a simple courtesy call because she saw him drive up in a junked up (yet loved) old beater. Never mind those, for the ire will boil a bit hotter with a rant on some sisters and their vile “thee not me” hypocrisy.
I recalled memories of having had lost the attentions of lovers because I had gained weight or the true hot body of their dreams came into the picture. Before eventual break-offs, sometimes, females have a tendency to ignore hints of a lover’s disinterest. Sometimes we hope it goes away. We make excuses for his missing time, the no sex for months or once gentle words turned harsh. From avoiding pain to keeping a roof over the head, the reasons are many-to keep willfully quiet.
It’s a common thing amongst women. It’s in our nature, having evolved protecting offspring and maintaining structure in which to nurture them. It’s not a crime. Thousands of years of evolution have been impressed upon and within us for legitimate reason.
However, it’s not an excuse for us to remain passive and non confrontational in all other matters.
There’s an example at the core of the debate over Equal Pay for Women . Sadly, young sisters are still being brainwashed into thinking there is some collective agenda amongst 21 century male adults to keep them in a kitchen. No one is discussing the FEMALE generated problem at play-our reluctance to open our mouths for what we need.
In a time of blatant bulldozing of our will, more interference from mandatory legislation to “straighten things out” is nothing but a shame, when we are capable of doing it ourselves.
Being too shy to ask for a raise in ten years=not as much money as Joe got after only three months. So simple, it’s stupid.
It seems yet another man was humiliated, put up as an example and punished. The crime he committed?
BEING HONEST IN EXPRESSING WHAT ON THIS DAMNED EARTH WAS APPEALING TO HIM AND WHAT HE DID NOT WANT.
That is all.
For his story click here
To EACH and EVERY woman who threw her baby rattle clutching fist in the air after he was banned from the site..a shame and a curse upon her conscience one day very soon.
Disgusting-how these women behaved and the resulting kick.
The anger builds as I see yet another innocent individual being made an example out of, to further help intimidate the rest of us into “behaving”.
He was not rude. He even took the time to fully explain the reasons without swearing or belittling. He had no harmful things to say, yet the dating site felt it was their duty to strike from on high.
If I was asked for my inconsequential opinion, I would guess he may be a man with an ASD. We are notorious for being honest without being able to interpret nor consider other’s emotions. While the tactlessness can be hard to bear, I can guarantee you that a large number of these men are MOST polite in the traditional ways. Faithful. Fair. It was in the way he worded his sentences and the unusual unveiled specification in which it was done, that struck a chord with me. It is from my personal afflictions and the loved ones in my family where the thought of that possibility comes from.
Oh, but we’re not here for that story.
( I would bet any amount of money that at least half of those women, upon hearing that he did indeed have a condition he couldn’t help, would be frantically backpedaling their apologetic, hypocritical legs as fast as they could. Those types of demeaning, nitpicking sisters are prone to consider themselves the most righteous warriors for the “Disadvantaged”. )
We’re here to address how sick with entitlement we are. Demanding more intimate access to controlling how people act and think. How we’ve become less able to mature into adults, intelligent enough to respect the very human and very natural “Freedom of Choice.”
I’m an overweight, late 40s gal myself. I’m placing this out there for anyone who would feel some sort of lip jutting disappointment that I don’t suffer from the deep insecurities needed to empathize “properly”. My loyalty is to my brothers and sisters-the ones that no one is sticking up for because we’re all too afraid to face the disapproval of the loud mouthed bullies. In other words, I owe nothing to any fat or old chicks who take offense over my siding with a man who did nothing wrong.
I thought we didn’t want men to lie to us anymore.
I thought we “just wanted you to trust us to tell the truth, we won’t be angry….we promise.”
I thought women were shrugging shoulders en masse “not sweating any man because I know I’m a good catch, and there’s plenty of men out there who will appreciate me.”
My god, folks, even the name of the dating site hints at “Plenty of Fish in the Sea”.
Come on now.
Maybe they aren’t aware that we have an umpty-illion dollar weight loss industry specifically fueled by OTHER WOMEN …loaded and targeted at women. This gentleman isn’t the creep who slighted the entire population of fat girls and old ladies. They should direct their spit at the mopey, late night weight loss testimonials of women who didn’t love themselves because they were too fat to run with their grandchildren. It wasn’t the gentleman who informed everyone fat and old women aren’t sexy. Go ask the goofy and giggling wives who claim they got their husbands in bed again since they dropped the weight. Those are advertising messages played incessantly that are far more cruel and much more creepy than I feel that man may ever be.
I’m sick of it. This public diarrhea of scolding, followed by punishment. Now, we’re blatantly telling folk that they do not have the right to what their own bodies, hearts and souls desire. If it wasn’t a symptom of a larger infection threatening our very liberties as human beings, it would be never ending laughable and filthy joke.
There have been speculations made and opinions expressed re: Mr and Mrs. Jolie-Pitt’s roles in “By the Sea” . Being a movie that they worked on together, with real marital woes unfolding in the background, many have had something to say about that. It’s one of those hyper extensive liberties taken when ogling the private lives of celebrities.
Not many of us could endure the constant and public exposure of what should be private moments. Our youthful indiscretions. Our tragic shames. Having our naked metamorphoses for the world to salivate over or smirk over..it takes strength that most of us have no idea about.
I remember watching the film “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” starring the “Brangelina” of yesteryear-Liz and Dick- Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. An equally celebrated couple, these friends were as beautiful together as the news of their marital troubles was tumultuous. I remember wondering how much of their personal struggles had made it onto the screen. I remember thinking how difficult it must have been. But there they were-professional, passionate and in sync.
A truly astonishing accomplishment, considering that most of us are unable to barely speak to one another during hard times, never mind maintain focus and respect.
Here it is again, this example, in “By the Sea”.
Brad and Angelina together, sculpting a thing so fine and meaningful, it could take one’s breath away if appreciated on the deepest level.
I imagine many of us watched the movie with a certain imagining of voyeurism. Our eyes searching for hints of acrimony in their acting. Our ears listening for “clues” in the dialogue . Many of us will decide to layer the fictional characters’ woes over the top of the real people . It’s one of our more pathological habits, when seeking to feel better about our own lives- on the constant lookout for the “beast or immature child” in those whom we, ourselves, placed so high in the first place.
I saw no, nor was I looking for, such things. I found a degree of Divine presentation/sharing.
It’s a broken mirror with enough shards for each of us to see something familiar within. While Mrs. Jolie-Pitt was writer, director and producer of this piece, her husband was a soulfully active participant as well. There were no subtle digs, nor imbalanced insult to one character or the other.
By the end, I was filled with a melancholy awe. To me, it wasn’t simply an illustration of the common devastations we struggle with as we share lives with one another. Neither was there any kind of right or wrong answer to it all. It was a moving testimonial on surviving troubles that have no resolution, solution or reason. The soul deep pain which allows us no relief, except for the blessed opportunity to hold on tighter to one another.
The fact that two individuals, despite whatever parallel pains lay upon their hearts, were able to bring this to us, together. That’s the Divine part, to me.
It’s a solid tribute to Courage conquering Fear..with the creators serving as the finest examples by sparing no expense and forsaking needless ego in doing so.
Me? Today? I made this video.
The moment we got this Affordable Care Act
Now.. laws concerning what we do within our sex lives.
The most insulting laws to survive into a modern society. The most egregious law being entrapment- where a man finds himself punished because he would have or could have knocked the kneecaps off of our pristine civilization by committing the action he was thinking about.
Other “woulda-coulda” piles include drug laws and traffic laws. I suspect that I will address these subsets at a later date. I will start with the sexual laws, which I find most loathsome. Running a close second is the rage I feel when I see human beings’ names printed for the gawking, nosy neighbors. Neighbors who would die on their feet if their own loved one were involved.
Click for One example of this heartless practice
Let’s consider the worn out and flimsy arguments for this intrusive, destructive overreach.
-The existence of forced sex slavery.
-Prevention of STDs being transmitted to unsuspecting spouses from a stray partner who frequents the hooker dept. on Main.
-The large number of sex workers being abused as young children.
-A substantial number of sex workers being drug addicts or self abusers.
-Potential beatings and abuse from sex work agents (pimps) and/or Johns (my father, your husband, our brothers)
I trust that I laid out the most common justifications for our systematic tearing apart of other human beings lives. Here go my two cents.
Forced sex slavery– It’s an age old practice. Like slapping wives if they get “too lippy”, often by drunk husbands. We already have laws in place to deal with the violence concerning forced sex slavery. There are kidnapping laws. There are assault laws. Attempted murder, endangerment of minors, etc. It’s all there. Find the victim and shovel all the punishment you and god can afford to give the perpetrator. Heck, if caught in the act, I would fully support beating the ever living line of descendants out of him.
On the flip side (of my deep sarcasm, mind you) to make all things safe and equal, why stop with sex law legislation? Let’s carry the oversight further. Let it prevent other potentially dangerous circumstances. We can start by penalizing young ladies for dating the wrong type of man. I mean, there’s a good chance that she may unknowingly find an alcoholic fist in her face one day if she marries him. Wouldn’t it be so much better to prevent this at the earliest stages? So may ills in the world, so little prickish laws.
STDs brought home– “So, you’d rather he screwed a co-worker or a family member for free? Is that it?”
Needless to say, my saying this has never been too popular with the ladies. I will continue to say it as long as I have to suffer Mrs. Huff-n- Stuff start in on the evils of prostitution and why good men should continue to get legally torn wide open for doing what they wish to do as grown and free human beings.
To pretend it’s prostitutes where the greatest risks run is a bit ignorant.
Look at it like so:
In terms of dining, the unspoken rule is that you’re bound to experience a higher level of service at a restaurant. More smiles and individualized attention than, let’s say, Mama cooking your dinner in the kitchen. You know, professional butt kissing kind of cordiality in hopes of a better tip. Even the kitchens are required to be more sanitary. They have an interest in maintaining a good reputation. One too many complaints of unsanitary conditions and a few folks’ incomes are on the line. Chances are more likely that one would pick up a pesky cold bug from the unregulated home kitchen.
Most of us can not even afford to eat out, dears. I would suggest keeping an eye on the kitchens your wily spouse can waltz into, free of charge; co-workers, neighbors, your sisters, etc. Let’s stop pretending that wild eyed jealousy is not the seed of our fury, rather than the chance of securing STDs.
It is “Do you love her?!” and “What did she do that I didn’t?!!” that can be heard screamed in homes across this world when secrets come out. Not ” When was the last time this tramp had her annual gynecological check-up?!!” or “Sweet god, PLEASE tell me she was clean!!”
Concerning those who earn their hard earned livings with THEIR bodies and the abuse they suffer as children-lumping in the substance abuse along with it.
You know what other establishments are rife with childhood and chemical abuse?
The Church. Any War.
Two institutions that aren’t being dissolved in any foreseeable future.
How splendid, if we would have dealt with the molestation of countless thousands of children (courtesy of the Church) with the same iron fisted determination as with prostitution. The lives we could have saved-the lifelong nightmares prevented.
Click for Long history of sexual child abuse by “holy” men
Imagine, sending in short statured undercover agents to act as children seeking priestly guidance. As soon as the priest takes the “child” by the hand to head somewhere to pray, the doors to the church getting kicked in. With several hundred years history of child rapes, if we were a society diligent enough to automatically suspect the nature of priests. .leaving nothing to chance. That would be something wouldn’t it?
Because of the frequency of wars being waged and centuries engaged in these business ventures of horror, I doubt the sex industry can claim a greater number of drug and alcohol addicted souls. Young men sentenced to live, lifelong, with images of their comrades faces getting blown off. How ignorant of us- to ignore the addictions of generations of men escaping the psychic pain of war, while we hyper focus on a common byproduct of, frankly, more pleasurable pursuits. Children murdered and raped in foreign lands in the hellish atmosphere of war, that seems to figure in the equation as well, if one wishes to remark further on the sad topic of child abuse.
If only we focused our self righteous and preventative energies to preventing those atrocities. Imagine the miraculous improvements with those developments, hm?
It is and will remain nothing but an inexcusable embarrassment as we continue rounding up men up for doing what men wish to do. Good men who work their fingers to the bone, feed their families and hurt no one. Men who weren’t blessed with superstar looks and have better things to accomplish than to primp and preen for the often pathetic dating pool. We should hang our beastly heads very low over ignoring men who have committed suicide because of the humiliation suffered from their name being displayed in local newspapers.
How do we have the nerve to punish a man for seeking out his private pleasure with money he has earned and choosing to do with HIS body parts as he wishes? It’s disgusting. Truly. It is. Are we THAT hung up with a bloodthirsty need to mangle those who get caught for things we secretly get away with?
It’s a practice that is about as ridiculous as legislation on whether a person wipes side to side or front to back, while going to the bathroom. Can you imagine the firestorm of protest if that were to happen; If some authoritarian committee felt it had it “up to here” with diseases that stem from improper hygiene? I would expect the heavens to burst wide open with the force of our shouts of outrage.
Then again, here we are. .putting up with some insane notion of our private body parts being regulated by other humans, without barely a peep.
As if living our lives as bought and paid for property was a sick obligation of some sort.