Sunday, March 29, 2015

Prevent Rape Today!

I chanced upon the #Feminism hashtag on twitter, and I saw this beauty of a picture. Indeed, it's brilliance was so overwhelmingly bright that I was inspired to write a response, an ode if you will, to its utter and sheer magnificence. This follows below.






Hark! What an intelligent sentiment! I should ask for consent! And here I was, an almost-rapist, somehow thinking that women had no capacity for reason or choice! My, what a mistake I almost made, but you sir, despite your posting this merely with the intention of taking pleasure in preaching downwards to other people, you have saved me!

Of course, I know not of all those other rapists who rape women despite a lack of consent because they simply do not care about a woman's consent, but forget helping women watch out for such a monster! Nay, this one picture has changed me through snarky shaming, and now the world is ever so slightly better off!

And mayhaps there are more poor ignorant would-be rapists, caught in such a position only because they couldn't figure out how to tell if a woman is non-consenting though such obvious signs as kicking, screaming, and saying the word "no." What a marvelous concept, this wonderful sign!

Lo, what a great service you do, pretending that rape only occurs because of idiot men! Surely your great deed here shall be remembered for all time, having stopped at least one potential rapist! Never mind the reinforcement of the ignorant stereotype that rapists have no clue what they're doing, or the perpetuation of the idea that women shouldn't defend themselves, nay, this one sign, I declare: it has wrought GOOD in this world.

Women! Care not for carrying mace or making smart decisions about who you spend time around; merely show the men in your life this sign, and all shall be well! Homeowners, fret not about an unlocked door or car with an open window, merely place a sign snarking at robbers, and surely they will repent of their ways! Men of the Cloth! Forget not that humans are a flawed species prone to evil, and merely tell them not to do bad things any more, and surely those evil among us shall stop! 

For is this not the way of things? No man is evil, except that he forget not to rape or steal in the morn! And lo, those among us unfortunate enough to have forgotten not to kill, for clearly such otherwise clean men did not murder out of malice or intent to destroy the life of another despite their lack of consent, no! We merely forgot to show them a twitter post telling them in a snarky manner to avoid killing while pretending that all men are so stupid as to not know the value of life!

QUICK MAN, write another sign! Soon we shall stop all crime! Woe to the ignorant criminals who know not what they do!

Now if only I knew what to do with all this Rohypnol that I so innocently bought...

Society Is a Terrible Lover

I have a theory. Bear with me for a moment, because it's a doozy.

Today you hear all this hullabaloo about "don't get married yet! Figure out who you are first!"

Yes, I call it hullabaloo. It's total horsescrap. Know how I know? Just look at history.

For the larger part of history, relationships went something like this:

     - child spends most of young life learning the trades/duties of his/her parents
     - child hits puberty
     - young adult meets a girl, or as was more often the case, is arranged with a girl
     - young adult gets married at the ripe age of 16


Now, there are some people probably muttering to themselves, "but they also lived shorter lives, too! That's why they did it!"

No, to those dimwits. There was never a point in time where someone said to themselves "gee, we're dying at age 35, maybe we should try marrying the kids at a younger age!"

Nor has the increase in life span dictated a later marrying age, vague correlation does not make causation.

The reason why people wait longer to marry is for two very explicit reasons:

  1. Education has forcibly lengthened the "childhood" years beyond the puberty stage.
  2. Many of the basic social skills by which people meet and attract each other has failed to pass from one generation to the next, owing to such factors as the breakdown of communities and the nuclear family, the war of the sexes, and the internet. Yes, I did just say the internet. Yes, I understand the irony.


Casting the second reason aside for the moment, I'd like to make a very obvious point that, despite being obvious, many people seem to miss. We like to laugh at the idiotic rebelliousness of children that seems to magically appear during puberty. We think to ourselves, "oh they think they know everything, don't they? I used to think that too, until I got older and realized how stupid I was."

Here's the obvious point: maybe kids hitting puberty are supposed to know everything about adulthood by that age - and society has completely failed to prepare them for it. The fact that this fierce inclination towards independence that occurs during puberty is no mistake on nature's part, that's meant to happen: what's not meant to happen is for kids to hit puberty, try to be an adult, and get rebuked by society and forced to remain a child for the next 4-8 years.

And of course, you shouldn't be married if you're a child, now should you. And since neither society nor the family ever helped you form your identity (radical notion: your identity is NOT something you magically conjure from the abyss of self-consciousness), you get told that you need to set out on a vague, meaningless journey to "find yourself."

Meanwhile, time passes by, and you spend years in a state of being nature never intended you for. It's no wonder our current state of humanity is fucked up.

The brain doesn't hit maturity until somewhere around age 25, and yet for the vast majority of humanity's existence, marriage has been somewhere around the age of 16. This sounds silly, until you ditch the "find out who you are first" line.

Maybe, just maybe, we're meant to figure out who we are with another person. We're supposed to marry while our identity isn't solidified. Perhaps our identity is supposed to intermingle directly with another person. After all, why do you think people use the phrase "my other half" to refer to their spouse?

And why do you think it is that the longer someone waits to get married, the harder it is for that person to form a romantic relationship, or create a stable marriage?

Maybe it's because when they finally "found" themselves...


They were utterly alone - and that's their identity.

Why Some Men Suck at Relationships

"Omg dude look at that girl!"
"... Dat ass, man. Dat ass. I'd do her."
"Dude you don't even know...."

I work a job that pairs me with men, and I witness this conversation from time to time. The younger the men, the more often it happens, regardless of whether or not the men are married.

What bugs me isn't the married aspect; I've seen married guys and girls talk this way enough to know that it's almost always just that -  talk.

What bugs me is the assumptions behind the conversation. "I'd do her." Based on what? Clearly not her personality, or her attitude, or even her smile. Often the convo happens based solely on the view from behind, with an incomplete picture of what the girl looks like.

Acquiescence to sex based on just a few attractive body parts. That bugs me. It bugs me because of the implication, a mindset that I have witnessed time and again in man after man, to an alarmingly high percentage.

'She is worthy of mating simply by virtue of being attractive; I am not worthy of mating and must convince her to like and want me."

And it pisses me off -  not merely because that mindset is completely unattractive (though it is horrendously so), but because it is so indicative of masculinity today.

Not a toxic masculinity, like so many feminists are convinced of, but a degraded masculinity. A masculinity destroyed by multiple factors in our society, starting at birth and continuing into adulthood.

A baby boy is borne. Immediately, half of the nerves in his penis are cut off in a procedure known as "circumcision," a process in the past justified by now disproven medical ideas or with the intention of stopping masturbation. Today the reasons are tradition, religion, and "I think a boy looks better cut."

That male child grows up, governed mostly by his mother in a world where half of marriages are broken by divorce and in which single motherhood is lauded, to the bewilderment of every sociologist.

For the boy, there is no "Wait til your father gets home!" His mother, the nurturer, is also his father.

Even if his parents are still together, the boy spends most of his time with his mother while the father works, or at daycare under the supervision of women while both of his parents work.

The boy goes to school, and again is both taught and under the authority of mostly female teachers, where he must sit still in a state of passivity and accept teaching while stifling any urges to run and explore. He meets other girls, and learns quickly this simple rule: "you can't hit girls. Never ever hit a girl, even when they hit you."

Never mind that boys and girls are of near equal strength up until puberty. Boys can't hit girls. And if girls hit a boy? Well.... Boys can't hit girls.

Finally the boy hits puberty. Fascinating new urges hit his body and he experiences new feelings and responses to the female sex. But he is unsure what to do. Women have always been the authority over him, and his urges to take responsibility for his own life are stifled five or more years of school and female authority.

If you were to ask him why he has trouble talking to girls he might shyly look to the side and stammer, "I dunno." His father never taught him how to be a man. The time when boys had become men for the past ten thousand years has come and gone, and he is still treated as a child by the authorities over him, most of whom are still women. He feels unhappy and unfulfilled at a deep level, and has no idea why.

If he's lucky, he won't have been put on rydalin or any one of many drugs assigned almost exclusively to any boys who are more active than the female teachers would prefer.

And this is only in the first eighteen years of his life.

Finally the boy makes it to college, his first real breath of freedom and individual responsibility -  whereupon the first lesson he's taught in orientation is that men are rapists, and need to be educated on what consent is (As if the only difference between a rapist and consent is that the rapist was just terribly uninformed). He's told that if other men rape, he's responsible for that. If he suggests at all any smart things a girl could do to avoid rape, he is accused of rape apology and victim blaming.

He attend classes which are again dominated by female teachers, and forced to sit in a passive manner in the same boring fashion he's experienced for the past twelve years.

He gets told that men are oppressive monsters while women are underprivileged, even as he notices a larger percentage of females in college, and a larger percentage of female graduates, and -  not unironically - a larger percentage of female-only scholarships and grants.

The young man watches as a fellow classmate is accused of rape, a rape he is sure never happened, and witnesses his classmate's reputation is destroyed, along with his grades and his ability to attend the college anymore, based solely on an unfounded accusation. He researches online, and discovers story after story of men who have been out in jail for years based on accusation alone.

He further researches, and discovers the higher male suicide rates and higher male job injuries that belong to his demographic. He attends a class on feminism, where his opinion is regularly shit down because he is a "cis white male," which he discovers isn't sexiest or racist, because he is in power (despite being in a classroom filled with females and led by a female teacher in a college where he is a statistical minority).

When he dares to ask what "institutions" men have power in, he receives little to no explanation.

When he goes on Twitter to ask feminists about feminism, he finds himself blocked over and over again as he questions their assertions.

If he manages to graduate college, the young man enters a world in which his job requires sensitivity training, in case he didn't know that groping random women was wrong.

He hears about a male friend who was abused by his wife but couldn't find a shelter, and was laughed at by the police. All the shelters seem to be for women, and the political action is about helping women.

If he goes to jail, any sentence he receives will be an average of twice as long as a woman for the same crime.

If he marries, any divorce is 70% likely to be initiated by his wife, and his marriage has a decent chance of failing. Despite the fact that women are more likely to cheat than men in committed relationships, he is the more likely to pay alimony.

He wonders why men even get married at this point. And when he questions why he has such struggles talking to and gaining the interest of women, he is told that it's because of "toxic masculinity."

And if he dares to talk to men who have learned any number of basic social skills to attract women, he is deemed a misogynist and part of the problem.

He spends a lifetime only watching women he desires, too afraid to treat them as normal people. So he goes to the Internet and finds porn, where he fantasizes and picks women for their attractiveness alone. He cannot fathom rejecting a beautiful woman because of an unpleasant personality - not because he's so shallow as to not care, but because he views himself to be so inferior as to not have a choice.

And that's a damn shame. I see these men everywhere.

Oogling at women and talking about girls being "out of their league..."

Walking behind their wives at the mall, with short uncomfortable steps and eyes fixed on the ground.

Going to bars to get "liquid courage" because they don't have a social life that introduces them to people naturally.

We have a crisis with men today - and it has nothing to do with "toxic masculinity."

These men don't have any masculinity at all. How can they, when they're not allowed to become men in the first place?