So, being the day after Memorial Day Weekend, I thought it would be great timing to hit my fave clothing optional beach. The weather was good and [...]
the place was packed but I made my way to the bar and indulged my taste for dark beer….
to give you a general idea of the vibe….
anyways, since this was in the “interesting” part of town, at one point when my friend and I grabbed something to eat–we witnessed a “crossdresser.” I personally found it kind of humorous rather than threatening and remarked that my jerk military cousin might pursue “her” after a few Coors Lite’s.
Even though the guitarists of the bands all shredded, I found the music difficult to listen too for extended times. Between that and the general overcrowding, I stepped outside frequently. At one point I saw an emaciated guy (he looked like a concentration camp survivor) with scars all over his arm. I’m guessing they were self inflicted as they formed strange patterns. He was bleeding from his forehead.
Things got crazier during the last band. The singer asked for people to start crowdsurfing. One big girl jumped onto the stage. She apparently had a bloody nose as she walked over to the singer and got blood all over him. She then jumped back into the mosh pit and continued slamming into people with her face covered in blood. During the last song, two small guys climbed onto the shoulders of two bigger guys and started trying to push each other down as a bunch of frenzied guys moshed around them.
It’s not if you are alpha, beta or some other Greek letter–or even if your in her league as some feminists claim, it’s if she has “contempt” for you or not….
I grew up with a sister, I’ve known for a long time that women can be viscous and cruel. Time to get more honest about DV-it’s not just men “oppressors”/women “oppressed.” Violence is wrong and can be initiated by either gender.
Well, before reading in the gendersphere, I often would hear motivational phrases like “Attitude Is Everything.” Of course attitude only gets you so far, you’ve gotta know what your doing. A good attitude might be helpful on an entry level job but I don’t know that’ll make you a better brain surgeon. That is to say there is a point where “fake it to make it” won’t work–either you can get sh*t done or ya can’t. So one thing that keeps coming up is the idea that for example, women are in less powerful or high earning positions because of sexism. And, I suppose there could be some truth to that. However, there seems to be a bastardized line of marxist thinking along the lines of an “oppressed class” versus an “oppressor class.”
It would be moronic for me to state that sexism, classism and racism don’t exist. They do, and they seem to cut in more directions than the mainstream narrative portrays. For example, if you simply state that women are the “oppressed class”-how come you see more men successfully committing suicide (that being one endeavor where “failure” is a more favorable outcome.) Now, I’ve seen allot of debates on topics like this. And I think of you are trying to see differences, be they cultural, social or inherent between genders, you might be able to extrapolate useful information. However, I believe simply looking at who has it worse and trying to gain “victim cred” is a futile pursuit. From my point of view, the question should be how to reduce suicide. I guess what I’m trying to state is the the questions should be framed to finding solutions rather than staying stuck on problems and becoming more depressed and bitter.
Now, I am slowly pulling myself away from the misery that is the gendersphere, but every so often I stumble onto a little nugget of wisdom. I think I’ve used this analogy before, but I’ll use it again. Reading in the gendershphere is like searching for a nugget of gold in a sewer with festering open wounds. Now, this comment by Adi was one of those nuggets of gold:
“…Once you’ve been fed the idea that you’re part of an oppressed group, regardless of how true or false, you will always have that little voice in your head. Whenever you have a setback (and everyone aiming high has many of these), that voice comes out saying “see? I told you that you can’t make it because you’re oppressed.”
In other words, even if you’re part of an oppressed group, you’re still more likely to succeed if you act and think as if you aren’t oppressed…”
Of course it is beneficial to know areas in your life where you may be discriminated against, there is also a great case to be made for going for it. So, for example, I don’t trust the cops one bit. I’m extra cautious late at night, you won’t find me stumbling drunk from a bar at two in the morning. However, if I am out and about at that hour, I’ll be alert, aware and in tip top shape. So, maybe it’s better to look at your life more like a card player. You’ve got certain “opportunities” by the hand you’ve been dealt. After that, it’s on you to play that hand as good as you can. In the long run, I think the whole “derailing for dummies”/”privilege” crowd will hold you back from what you are truly capable of….
So, I’ve got a new commentor who is apparently a fan of The Disco Biscuits. Now, this is the first time I’ve heard of them but I’m always open to checking out new tunes. So, I’m gonna return the favor and put up some jams this new poster might like….
Well, back in the day I was friends with a guy named “Ryan.” He was a killer guitarist and played in a local Death Metal band. I was really a different sort of person than he was and normally, I suppose it would just be one of those friendships that would kind of fade away. This was when Myspace was getting huge though so I kept in contact with him through that as I had relocated to another town.
He’d phone me up every once in awhile. One time he told me how he moved out of state to hook up with a lady that he met online. Honestly, that seemed kind of creepy to me and still does. Eventually, he got back to me and it didn’t end well. This was long before I knew about men’s rights. He told me she had slapped him around and he couldn’t take it so he left her. I understood the bind he was in because most guys have been raised to never hit a girl no matter what. Still, it was hard to listen to him whine that he missed her. She obviously had a mean streak and he needed to get away.
Anyways, with all his “lady problems,” he still liked to boast about his “notches.” I’m much more aware of things these days and this was obviously status seeking. He’d also make little comments about his being more “experienced” than I was. Whatever, anyone can chase after single moms, fatties and women with a bad temper.
And, somehow at this point, he was always asking about my sister. Well, I never really got along with her. I guess they had hung out a few times.
Fast forward a bit, now I was going back home for the first time in awhile. My dog “Duke” was really sick. These were his final days and I’m glad I got to see him that last time. At one point, I mentioned that I was gonna give Ryan a call. My sister got a bit apprehensive and she said something like “Um, Duke’s really out of it, he can’t have any disturbances. Um, really, uh, if you must hang with Ryan–ask Mom if you can borrow the car and see him somewhere else.” I’m not Mr. Emotional Intelligence but in hindsight, my sister didn’t want anything to do with Ryan. I didn’t get around to calling him, just stayed with Duke and played video games.
After I returned, my mom called me and told me that Duke had been putt to sleep. I gave Ryan a call–he was supposed to be my confidant, right? He had told me about his personal problems. He knew how close I was to Duke even if he thought that Duke was only a dog. So when he picked up the phone, I told him about Duke. He said he knew and that he had talked to my sister. Then he went on to talk about his problems. No condolences, nothing. Just passed the topic up like I lost $50 at a poker game. So he went on whining how his “girlfriend” dumped him. At one point, he revealed that she was married. He talked about all the emotional support he had given her. At this point, I was one part mad and one part bummed out. He was complaining about how a married woman had used him for dick and emotional validation where here I had lost my best friend. The two are not comparable, asshole.
His free therapy session went on for another 20 minutes before I couldn’t take any more and excused myself from his conversation. Anyways, I don’t know if boinking a married woman is ethical, I haven’t kept up on my Plato, Aristotle, Kant, Nietzsche and Machiavelli enough to tell I do know that a man in such a situation is at the disadvantage if he wants a “relationship.” Just like the old blues songs, he is a Back Door Man. hehehe, yeah, I suppose there is a different meaning for that these days just like Led Zep’s “In Through the Out Door.” So, yeah as Myspace started dying off, I didn’t jump onto the Facebook craze. I don’t have time for fake friends. After the call ended, I erased his number from my phone, deleted him from Myspace and never spoke to him again. Goddamn, I miss Duke….
