It seems that everyone has an excuse for everything these days. Don’t worry, this is not going to turn into an “old fart rant.” Unless it does, in which case, it’s all your fault.
I try not to get political in my posts because no one cares what I have to say about those sorts of things. I am not saying this out of self pity, I am saying this because you have your beliefs and I am never going to change anyones mind. Not that I would want to. Besides, I really couldn’t care less.
The events regarding the recent mass killing in California has sparked a lot of discussion about misogyny and the “Pick Up Artist” phenomena, or however you describe it.
One of the most played out, no pun intended, statements of all time is: “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” This statement is usually invoked when it comes to meeting women; it’s an assholian way of saying, “Don’t be a sore loser, Bro.”
This presupposes that meeting women is akin to playing golf or checkers, and that females are trophies reserved for the victor. Wow, just wow. Think about that for a moment. Basically, you are saying that women are, at best, something to put on a shelf, and at worst, something you place in a cardboard and store in the garage.
Maybe I am over simplifying things, but I am not the only one.
I have seen some of these pick up artists on TV and I cannot believe that people actually fall for their b.s., but I have been wrong before. If there are any women reading this ask yourself: Would I go home with a dude who is wearing a circa 1992 Linda Perry hat?
Maybe you would; I’m not judging. He could be a really great guy, and you get married and have four kids, none of whom have blonde hair. Lord knows I have worn some wacky stuff in my life, but I just do it to amuse myself.
Maybe that is the whole point: we should amuse ourselves and worry not what others think. And by “amuse ourselves” I am refering to masturbation. The last time I checked it was still an option. I know that it’s not the same, but if you do it right it gets the job done.
This leads to the role pornography has in how some men view women. Like the vast majority of things in the world, I don’t view porn as inherently evil–it’s all about intention. Yes, there is a dicussion to be had about the exploitation of women, but I don’t want to go there right now. Maybe later.
We live in a highly sexualized society today where anyone can see giant ads in a shopping mall depicting women in lingerie. Is that a good or bad thing? It’s all in how you perceive it.
Of course this all leads to the discussion people with mental illnesses. It seems like half the people you meet are taking some kind of medication, and most of the other half are undiagnosed. You think I’m kidding, but look around your place of business sometime. How many times have you inquired about the TPS reports only to have someone reply, “Sorry. I’m all ADD today. My bad.” Now, that person may not actually have ADD, or ADHD, or any sort disorder other than a bad case of the “I don’t give a damns,” it’s just that ADD and ADHD are common, whose to know?
Another problem is the feeling that we are “owed” something. Yeah, I kind of believe in karma, but I don’t go around lookng for a return on my investment. I basically follow the tao of Dawson: Whatever happens, happens. But in my case it’s usually more like: Whatever doesn’t, doesn’t. And that’s okay too.