WARNING: GROSS GENERALIZATIONS AHEAD!
Saki maintains that if a middle-aged creepy guy hits on you, you should be flattered, and happy that he thinks you’re hot, rather than creeped out.
Guys just don’t understand.
I think guys would *like* to be seen as pieces of meat; then they wouldn’t have to bother play-acting with all those extraneous things that females have that just get in the way, such as personality, feelings, ideas, and all that other crap nobody cares about. Dudes just don’t get it if you explain a million times that females are judged first by the sum total of their tits & ass, then by anything else should the judger decide the t & a is good enough to attempt further judgement. It gets REALLY old to have dudes do the once over head-to-toe check-out, resting on the boobs longer than anything else, and once they get to the legs, back up to the boobs as the final eye-resting-place, but guys don’t understand this because I think they’d all like to be ogled.
I remember back in the 80s when Sexual Harassment became the topic of the day. There were several tv sketches and comic strip jokes devoted to showing women seeing men as sex-objects rather than people. In the sketches, the guys were always taken aback and suddenly came to the realization what sexual harassment actually was. This is so unrealistic, though! I’ll bet that if a chick whistled at some guy and pinched his butt as he walked by, he wouldn’t be creeped out by it at all. He’d probably like the attention. The only analogous situation I could think of was if a guy were to go out into the parking lot and find someone sitting on the hood of his car, having a picnic. That’s violating personal space, isn’t it? Also: straight guys sometimes understand if you tell them to picture a creepy middle-aged gay guy hitting on them. However, most dudes would at least secretly be flattered by this as well!
I can say that probably 90% of the time when a 60 year old guy hits on a way younger chick, it’s not because he has such discerning tastes in women; it’s probably because he’ll jump on anything that moves. Or, because he has no idea any other way to treat females other than as walking tits with an ass attached. Yeah, I’m sure he really wants to get to know her by talking for hours while gazing into her eyes at to a romantic dinner and then buying her a puppy.
Saki is flattered when chicks in the gym hit on him– well good for him. It doesn’t happen very often in his world, so let him be flattered. He hasn’t spent a lifetime of not being taken seriously by members of the opposite sex by having his chest addressed in conversation more than his face.
This is where Feminism has gotten us. Nothing has changed all that much in the world of attitudes towards women; they’ve just gone underground. Thanks to Feminism, though, we all notice it more. It’s kind of like Flowers for Algernon– I know I’m always referring to this book, but here’s a quick and dirty synopsis for those of you who haven’t read it: a guy is retarded, all of his “friends” make fun of him and are playing practical jokes on him all the time, but he’s too stupid to realize it and just thinks they’re all having fun. Scientists give him a drug that makes him brilliantly intelligent over a short period of time, but it wears off as quickly as it comes on. In the end, he’s almost as stupid as he was; he’s just smart enough to vaguely remember how it was before and realize that something is wrong, that his friends are all picking on him, and that his job sucks etc.
So, what’s better– to have an idea of what could be, but know we haven’t achieved it (such as women’s equality), or to still be in the dark ages where you aren’t aware that there’s anything wrong?
Women are now expected to have careers, pay for their own food on dates, stand on trains, carry their own heavy luggage, pull their own weight in general… and still find time to raise kids, cook, clean and sew on buttons, all while looking hot. Because, while feminism may have evened the playing field a bit, the point of women is still to look good for men.
Don’t believe me? Some of the most “enlightened” men I’ve dated (OK, I know this is a discrediting item itself if you’ve ever met any of the losers I’ve gone out with), who considered themselves feminists, got pissed off when I did things such as cut my hair without consulting them. I am still floored by the time that Loser X actually reached across the table and pulled the barrettes out of my hair, saying “when will women learn that they look better with their hair all loose. Why do they wear these things?” He was not too thrilled when I gave him a 90-second lecture about how the point of women was not to look good for men, and maybe, just maybe, women didn’t want their hair annoying them in their eyes all the time. He was genuinely taken aback. It had never occurred to him that women didn’t want his advice on how to look good. After all, women are too stupid to know these things! Maybe I just have a chip on my shoulder because my whole life my father and grandfather let me know when I was “letting myself go” because MEN REALLY THINK THAT WOMEN ARE TOO STUPID TO KNOW WHEN THEY’RE GETTING FAT! Now think about it– how many women do you know who are completely comfortable with their weight? Yeah, I thought so.
Basically, all the guys I know who say they’re “Feminists” do so, not necessarily because they believe in women’s equality, but because they don’t like mowing lawns and are generally too lazy to want to do “traditional male” things like fixing stuff. Feminism’s been great for guys, because now they have even less responsibility! There’s no pressure to get married anymore, and if you do, your bitch’ll be there to pay 1/2 the rent. Birth control means you can do anyone you want and not worry about babies at least. And, you’re considered a perverted freak if you DON’T look at pr0n these days! Plus, chivalry is dead, so you don’t even have to think about holding doors, pulling out chairs, or generally impressing the ladies with your debonair attitude or impeccable manners.
So here we are in the 21st century, still getting promoted less, getting paid lower wages for the same work (although I read someplace that this gap is closing for entry-level jobs), but at least we can wear jeans whenever. I guess that’s a plus. Part of me would rather live in the 1800s where at least we all have clearly defined roles, even if they do all suck. At least I could be judged by what I *did* (i.e., I’ve got the skillz to pay the billz– I can bake bread, sew, knit, all that stuff that made you cool in past centuries) a little bit more, since if I didn’t do the required things, we’d all starve to death. It seems that in the modern world, with the advent of cooking appliances and devices that make cleaning easier etc., women have been liberated from housework… so the only think left for them to do is contribute to the expenses and look good. ::sigh::
I wish I could go into a coma for 100 years and wake up in a time when hopefully things are more enlightened. Heh, who am I kidding? In 100 years, the world will be a nuclear wasteland ruled by giant mutant cockroaches. I’ll be they’re totally sexist roaches, too.
