Confessions of a “Woman Hater”

Unrest

Seem’s the female audience is feeling a little abused. Picked on.   Slandered with bias.  I wasn’t aware that women writers so were fair in their distribution of abuse.  With all the crap and vilifying dogma that emerges  from the female consciousness in the main stream, one would think some toughness had  developed.  Yet, that jagged double-edged sword once again is unsheathed when any observations, generalizations or slightly snarky comments squeak out and drift into the direction or a foreseen minority.

To be a little more blunt, being born a white, heterosexual, American, male into a christian family automatically strips me of my right to an opinion and any credibility unless scheming with others of my vile ilk.

Before I go on, lets settle a few things.    Check the archives for male bashing.  I go after tough guy, pretty boys, metros, I hit em.    Did Carey Bradshaw ever turn against her hopelessly neurotic folk?  I can’t remember ever, ever, ever, ever a woman saying anything good about men in general unless it had something to do with sex.  “Men are the same way!” you say? Damn right they are!  Yet being a man I have heard the nice things we keep out of ear shot from women.  Too often men are targeted for things that are pure hypocrisy.

Foreword

I accept this, the sword and my inherent place in hell beside the devil.   I wouldn’t care to change color if I could, although looking like the Silver Surfer for a day would be nice or to blend in like a chameleon would be neat for a time.   I relish the ability to pee standing up and happy to be able to procreate naturally if I so choose.

Yes, I know I am to be apologetic about these things and hold my breath until my kind is brought to near extinction and I can finally talk some smack.

But, I am not.  I say tough noogies.   For as much as you people, that’s right you people would like to hammer me into the square hole.   There are the majority of my alledged people trying to hammer me into triangles, circles, stars, hammer and sickles and clever ones, question marks.

The thing is, my kind, comes in all shapes, colors and sizes. Whatever they are to whomever doesn’t make a difference.   They are over what they think they are.   They are over what you are.  Judgments, hypothesis come with numbers, personal experience or from the experience of others.  If they fit a dogma, stereotype, rumor what have you….then again tough noogies.

At the risk getting upon an even higher horse that my occasional accusers, I think many, think they’re open minded, think they are of some enlightened intellectual mind, and think their near sighted judgments don’t clash with that mental state they picture themselves with.

It’s a thing that you find in kids, animals and old people.  A limited but substantial embrace for ones ignorance and innocents that allows one to see things truly how they are.   With a little bit less ego, and a little less emphases one ones self awareness and modern sociological dogma it’s a lot easier to sit back observe and laugh at the world.

Being a “hater” of something most definitely involves the use of some sort of stereotype.  Which any sorority girl will tell you is “just totally wrong, bad and ignant.” But let’s break it down.

Stereotype:   A conventional, formulaic, and oversimplified conception, opinion, or image.

Well derrr, we all know it’s over simplified, what isn’t?  Unless, you’re one that tends to point out everything to be an oversimplification which means you kinda missed adulthood. That’s the world where we accept such things as obvious and a discussion don’t have to take three hours to clarify a single idea.

Conventional:  Based on or in accordance with general agreement, use, or practice; customary:

Formulaic: An established form of words or symbols for use in a ceremony or procedure.

So, again, bluntly.  If one judges an individual by stereotypes they are an idiot.  If you condemn one for not blatantly discarding the existence of stereotypes, the reasons for their existence and cop-out with some ideology of free will that has never ever existed in human nature en mass, then you are an idiot.

So if the sky is blue, its blue, gas to liquid, liquid to gas

if the stereotype is true….it’s true,  if your being an ass, your being an ass

reality is always knocked around between two polar lies and an informed opinion appreciated or not,  is what it is whether I may be  red, white and or blue.

Finally the case at hand

Been accused of being a woman-hater.   Now how I see it, oh your waiting for this like the cougars you are…..is that I just give you that equality you call for.   Men in general pull punches.   You think you go out, get in discussions and you just so damn clever that every guy just goes silent or backs down?  No.   And yes, both sexes tend to just let such people be but for different reasons. The girl doesn’t want to look like a bitch or get in an argument with their sometime mentally insufficient man and the man is still holding on to the chance of getting laid and knows that’s not gonna happen if he verbally whoops so opinionated snippy bitches ass.  I am sure people have bit their tongues  after I have had a  bit too many and bless their civilized souls and God knows as confrontational that I may seem I have immense self-control and probably the scars on my tongue to prove it.

I talk to people as if they are people and everything that then makes them are cute little things to pick on.   I love women, I have a respect and a healthy  fear of the creatures.  They have something I want and are therefore a danger to me.  Men pose no threat that I can’t avoid easily therefor obviously they are not gonna be a primary subject.   I have treated women well, even when they failed to pull any punches on me. Yet, I will not suffer the idiocy of muzzling myself or ignoring reality for the sake of what some one is.

My track record with women, with all the neurotic habits I may possess is damn near spotless when considering all the things women complain about.  Perhaps like many men I do stupid crap without knowing but shit, woman hater? I try throwing some wisdom your way and because I am a dude without a lisp and wonderful fashion sense I hate woman? Shiiiiiit.

Perhaps 90′s ebonics can simplify and end this topic,  lets just say “I’m keeping it real.”