Sup y’all? I’m in between things so thought I’d take a mo and check in here. Also, I wanted to pass something along that I think is very important. It’s sure to offend but I’m to the point that I’m starting to trust myself a little more and am more willing to just go ahead and say it (after having not said anything for..oh..almost my whole life), sorry if you don’t like it. And Judgy Bitch might just be the Honey Badger. But her piece speaks to something my sister and dad and I discuss frequently: the feminization of the American male.
JB is right that these women really don’t like men. But they do like boys they can push around. They’ll tell these boys what to think and how to eat and what’s good for them and what’s bad for them and how to live and how to treat others (most especially other women) and why they are the products of a tyrannical patriarchy that has existed since time immemorial. And these boys — momentarily absolved of having to be responsible and make their own decisions — eat that sh*t up. It’s really rather pathetic. Especially because it goes against the basic human nature of the testosterone-prone. Guys are built to be the hunters and the aggressors; it’s in their chemistry. It’s true, women do civilize men. That’s one of the things we’re built for. We soften their edges. Best part about being a woman in my opinion. But we’re not supposed to usurp their role in the male-female dynamic. I find it so incredibly odd that so many of these “feminists” are also content to let men behave like complete wretches — allowing them to grab their breasts in photographs (I’ve seen this quite a bit on the old social networks), encouraging them to applaud these silly girls as they run around topless in the latest “equality protest”, convincing them that being kind of slutty is actually super duper empowering. Ladies: insisting that men show the female of the species respect is not the same as feminism. It is, in fact, the opposite. Women — not feminists — require men. And men do not disrespect women. And, as for me, I feel exactly the same way JB does when she says:
That’s when I knew the whole theory was just a giant crock of shit. My last essay was “Feminism as Nihilism” and I think I made the professor cry, but you know what? Fuck her. Fuck all of them. Fuck their ugly theories and their hatred of men and their cavalier attitudes towards the flesh and blood men who sat in front of them taking notes on their own extinction. Fuck my whole four years of useless squabbling and arguing and pointless pedantic pedagogy.
And, you want to be really empowered ladies, take some of the responsibility for turning our men into slavish, sexless, weak, namby-pamby mama’s boys. Then we can talk.
Okay, quickly cause I have a meeting here shortly…
I did something. Hoping to do something more in the future…
Nice history lesson here on alcohol in pre-Revolutionary America.
Making it tonight I think with my gorgeous farmer’s market ‘maters.
Dig it. It’s the right thing to do.
I had forgotten the good of the End of the Innocence (the song). Don Henley has a way, like the great Romantic poets, of writing about gettin’ busy in such a lovely way. It’s a skill.