This first goes back a ways–to when I was 16 in that dark summer of 1973. I had a friend at the time who was like some friends, which is to say he was a bit of an assclown. He liked to brag and show off and was generally a bully to anyone he didn’t like, but if he did like you he was mostly a pathological liar.
As bad as he was, his dad was even worse. He was one of those guys who ran around in a state of high pissed-off most of the time, and you always walked carefully around him because the smallest comment or action could set him off.
Anyway, I was standing in the drive way of the house of my then-friend–me and a couple of others–and he started off on his version of what then passed for Shit my Dad Says. Wisdom of the day? ”You know, your wife is the most expensive hooker you’ll ever have.” Yes, because when it came right down to it you had to feed her and buy her shinny things and even give her a kiss now and then–but mostly you had to give her money to buy things, and in the end that pussy wouldn’t ever come cheep, and you were going to pay for it forever. This all according to his dad, who was apparently an expert on the subject.
I listened to this, then turned and began walking away. ”Hey, where you going?” my then-friend asked.
I turned and, while back peddling, said, “I gotta go. I can’t listen to this any more.” And just so he knew for sure: “Oh . . . and your dad’s an asshole.”
It was right then I knew I was different.
I’m not perfect. I’ve been on one end of a divorce before, and while I still call my ex-wife Audrey III from time to time (and for very good reason) I can’t be said to be 100% innocent of everything that went down. But I never hit her, never called her a whore, never went for the cheap shot of bringing her gender into play with the intention of trying to chop her down to size or reduce her to something less than human–
A few days ago I linked to a blog where the women who ran it went into details about the intimidation she’d been receiving that went well beyond the level of “you be a stupid bitch” right to the level of “when we see you, you die” crap. Why? Because she’s a woman with an opinion. And the heterogametic mouth breathers who shouldn’t have been reading her blog in the first place (but what’s a troll without a home?) didn’t like that, and decided they were going to shut her up.
I don’t get guys like this. I have a hard enough time “getting” guys to begin–even though I am of said gender–but guys who act as if women are really little more than a walking, shouldn’t be talking receptacle for their sexual expenditures are the lowest kind of oxygen thieves and shouldn’t be allowed to reproduce. And every time one of them opens their yap, we should paraphrase The Doctor and say, “And with that statement you’ve just lost the right to speak to anyone.”
I do understand it’s all about control. It’s all about showing everyone that they are the man. It’s all about letting everyone see how manly they are. It’s all about how much better they are because they don’t have a vajayjay and they don’t squat to piss and, most importantly, they don’t get totally irrational 3 days out of every month.
It’s all about how good their are at fixin’ things and making important decisions and huntin’ shit and driving cars fast–or better yet, just working on them in your driveway, because everyone knows if you don’t understand cars your some kind of pussy (a line I got laid on me once by two of my former loser brother-in-laws . . . yeah, but I understand science, dudes!).
And it’s all about letting women know their opinions don’t count for anything, because . . ..
Yeah, why because? I mean, I understand the concept of the bimbo, the girl just way too cute to be anything but a sex toy for some lucky guy but way too dumb to be trusted with anything else. And, yes: stereotypes do exist for a reason.
But see . . . I’ve spent a lot of time around gaming tables or in the cubical farm with others guys, and the amount of “I don’t know shit” that’s been laid out for all to see by dudes who thought they was Teh Awesome is staggering. And yet, these same know-it-alls usually have a very low opinion of anyone who isn’t, you know, a dude, and said low opinion usually involves any time the female person doesn’t mention giving sexual pleasures. Classy.
And with the advent of the Internet–where anyone can hide behind a classy moniker like “banginhotchicks69″ and be proud of it–being an misogynist asshole is easier than ever. It’s easy to hide behind your keyboard and decide a woman doesn’t have a right to her opinion; that she shouldn’t attempt to ask you hard questions or school you when it becomes obvious the only facts you know are the ones you made up; that she should just sit the hell home and cook and have babies and please you sexually when you’re in the mood.
And if she tells you to suck it because you’re a total idiot, well, yeah: she’s a bitch, a lesbian, a fem-nazi out to destroy a Man’s Way of Life and should probably be slapped around or beaten or, screw it, put to death because it’s a case of another vagina gone bad–
As stated on the Urban Dictionary, a misogynist is “An adjective describing a person who takes a dislike to females. Usually losers. Pokes at them, makes derogatory remarks about them, and really don’t connect to females on a mental level.” But these days, on the Internet, in homes, hell, on the streets, it’s more than that. It’s all about bringing the anger and letting everyone know that, as a man, you ain’t gonna let the babes get the best of you. You ain’t gonna let them put you down. You are going to show everyone that wimin’ best bow down to your awesomeness or you’re gonna show them you ain’t playin’–
I got no use for you, dude, or any man like you. You bother me; you are dead to me. You get under my skin so much I’d gladly welcome gender reassignment just so I didn’t have to be embarrassed, on a very personal level, of your consummate assholery.
Just go ahead and consider me one of the girls, ’cause I ain’t ever gonna be on your side.
Not that I ever could side with scum . . ..
