Saturday, September 8, 2007

What is it with Women?



Have most women gone completely nuts?

Or do they just not have any conception of what it is like to be a real vital human being? Or maybe they really are the whole 1950's conception of the simpleminded, simpering, manipulative bitch?

Damned few women I know are anything more than a product of their emotions. They are downright embarrassing. They are afraid of their age. They are afraid of their body weight. They are horrified if a wrinkle shows up on their 32 year old artificially-sunbaked, makeup-caked face.They are afraid of being who and what they are, and terrified of what they could become with a little effort. They cling to sleeplessness, drug addiction, depression, bulimia, hair color, and plastic surgery as well as all manner of new and fantasized diseases to identify themselves. (Creepy crawly leg syndrome? What the hell is that? Get off your ass and walk around the block!)

If they ever are diagnosed with a real and serious disease, they keel over like little rag dolls - "I can't do that anymore. I'm sick." No, you're not, you lazy bitch. You just want someone to live your life for you. You want someone to tell you that you are young and beautiful and still sexually attractive. Well, you might be, to some man who thinks that sexuality is a Barbie doll, or who desperately needs to feel superior to whatever woman he's with. But quite frankly, you are useless in the grand scheme of things and ought to follow through with that long-anticipated suicide attempt. The superficial life that you demand to live is not worth anyone else's expended efforts to keep you happy and satisfied. PS - no one ever will be able to satisfy your ever changing demands or needs, so why should they bother? You got a gold-plated one, you think it is that valuable in trade? Every crackwhore on the street has one, and can use it better and to more advantage than you ever will.

And then there are the self-involved 'mothers' who think that their widdle children have to be coddled and protected - from everything from the boogeyman to that mean teacher that actually wants their little baby to accomplish the simple task of writing a complete, coherent sentence. "Mothers" who demand that everyone in the room must pay attention to their little darlings to the exclusion of all else - and the 'room' could be an opera house, a restaurant, an auditorium, a grocery store, or even someone else's house. "Mothers" who think that their little pigfaced brats are the closest thing to a prophet or a bar of gold. Until the drifty liftschitz that they have lovingly caressed and fussed over becomes a serial killer - then they are all over the media, crying, "What happened? It must have been his peer group/society/the mean cops/the mean second grade teacher/the air/water/dirt around our house..." If you can't smack your kids more often, trust them less, and be suspicious of them, you deserve to be incarcerated, restricted to bread and water, and never allowed to communicate with either children or adults except through a steel partition.

Women have become so immersed in soap operas like Sex in the City and Seinfeld, commercials, and phony reality-TV shows that they have forgotten what real womanhood is about - it's about steadily growing in both mind and spirit throughout their lives, never letting anyone control or dictate to them, and never ever letting anything stop them from getting what they desire. You know, like men - only stronger, smarter, and less gullible.

Men are not toys, tools, superiors nor inferiors - they are just men - either useful partners or useless superficial drones, slavering over the next model, hiding their Don Juan tendencies and latent homosexuality under their burgeoning bellies or behind their seductive smiles. Either earn and keep a partner who respects you, and whom you can respect, or kick 'em to the curb like the mangy dogs they are. Don't run after them whimpering, or seduce them and then sneer craftily while you rifle their pockets and credit cards - that makes you nothing better than the aforementioned crackwhore, and just as deserving of respect.



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