Prerequisites to Love

The Perpetual Bachelor: Prerequisites to Love

They are bred to consume. The American female is a result of the growing up in a premier marketing capital.  A population of females fed everything they could possibly need.  From hair products that give two curls and a flip, to life sized Ken dolls.

Men may hunt, but women most definitely shop.  Each man becomes a product in a feminized world.  They find one of us, and the questions begin. How does this product compare with my friends products?  More importantly, how will the product make me look? As if the poor boy was a pair of shoes. 

But this only happens because the men allow it. How men hollow themselves out and demasculinize themselves for pussy.  It can be quite a steep price for one to open their legs after you add it all up. 

Many will bitch about the double-edged sword; promiscuous men are pimps, and girls’ whores. Yet for every “slut” in the population the price tags on the rest creeps higher.  They know this and take advantage.  In the quest for equality, many a female lost their femininity.  Of course they’ll argue this, with their beauty products, insatiable appetite for fashion and trend as their evidence.  Ponderous.  When did feminine qualities get so horrendously confused with capitalist culture? 

Subversion over aggression, compassion over apathy, communication over independence, those are the characteristics of the feminine kind.   If anything many today are more masculine than ever.  The bullheadedness and fear of vulnerability are no longer typically male traits.  The female population proudly holds vanity as the key feature to their gender.  But that’s when things get really hairy.  Vanity is a sin shared by both genders, and more than ever in the present.  As womanhood changes so must the workings of man.   And many men are merely little boys playing make up. 

Packaging themselves and their accessories like dolls.   Women indeed do shop but the men allow it by comodifying themselves.  I’m sorry but if you have more than 5 articles of overpriced clothing that a woman in your life didn’t buy. If you invest more money on pretty lights, decals and other cosmetic shit for your car than what you spend on the engine.  And if you wax, juice, or highlight yourself. You have no business calling yourself a man.  And fronting an attitude where ever you go, treating women like bitches and proclaiming yourself a pimp makes you even less of a man.   

Men and woman have collectively killed romance. This self-interested egocentric crap that is so regressive it’s sickening.   We are social creatures who do not develop individually without the stimulus of others.  As an individual one cannot develop whom they are with out the interaction with others different from themselves.

  Is anyone familiar with the boy robot?  The child you lived the first decade of his life in a small room with nothing but toy robots.  He thought he was a robot. He literally would plug himself in with an imaginary cord; like we plug ourselves into every anti social activity we can to avoid contact.  He also had the ability to turn himself on or off with a switch he had on his back, which came in handy when anything he didn’t understand came by.  Kind of like how we turn ourselves off from anything that doesn’t affect or fit our images.  How we tend to shun anything that is contrary to what we’ve been taught not realizing that you, yourself is your most important teacher.

Instead we try to find ourselves in the search to be either a diva or a pimp.  Sorry, Urethra Franklin is a diva, not some loud mouthed toothpick or fabricated “it girl” whose boobs look as if they’re going to float away. But I forget that Diva now means delusional egocentric bitch.  

Pimp, yeah nothing like sensationalizing the scum of the earth.  Pimps, kidnap 12-year-old girls and stick them on planes with their stomachs full of heroin, they beat and downgrade women into thinking that they are actually nothing but a hole.  So we idiotically idolize the filth of the earth and have the balls to look down upon a country because they disagreed with our “leadership”.   Seems no one understands that where there is gain, there must be a loss.  Keep that in mind whenever you gain anything and see if you can figure out who lost.

            Where’s the love? I hear it all the time, the word comes out of everyone’s mouths as fast as air goes in. But I don’t see it.  It’s not opening the door for someone, or helping a stranger up after a spill on the ice.  What it is, is not being a self centered fuck everyday of your lives.  It’s consideration for others, an attempt at understanding someone else without reference to yourself, it’s listening rather than hearing. 

            These are the things that help people connect and develop as individuals.  If we cannot connect with others how can we dare be intimate with a single person?  Romance is not a diamond and love isn’t a Mercedes.   Nor is love the dismissal of bruises, and romance ever-common rose.

            We have collectively killed God and killed romance.  All I ask of you all, and this is a perfect time to start, is to please, please, stop killing love.