I hate men. There, I said it. Ok well now, I don’t hate ALL men, let me clarify. I’ve heard tell of this elusive creature out in the wild like Bigfoot, a creature called “the nice guy”, “the good guy”. But I ain’t buying it. They don’t exist. At least not in my experience. I shit you not that since I was about 12 years old (and that was a long time ago) 98% of all the men I have ever met or come in contact with have been, excuse the language for those wallflowers out there, fucking douchebag assholes.
Men, since the dawn of time, have been responsible for all war, murder, rape, child molestation, animal cruelty, torture, oppression, genocide against its own and other Native American peoples, you name it. They have been permitted to run rampant and inflict their culture and “religion” on women, treat them as possessions and objects, kill women and children in the name of war, and just basically be your all around heinous fucks.
I mean seriously - can someone please tell me who fucking died and made them King? Why do they get to do whatever they want, never grow up, never take responsibility, never commit to anything, have their mommies and then their wives take care of their asses, scratch, fart, burp (in public no less), possess huge pot bellies and THEN look upon women and cast judgement? We take care of them with our nurturing souls, bare and care for their children, cook, clean, sew, iron, bake, carpool, work 3 jobs for them and their childish egos still require more. We’re never pretty enough or skinny enough or this or that enough. We sit and are forced to listen to their glory days over and fucking OVER, laugh at their jokes that aren’t funny, put up with their sexual harassment in the workplace because we want the promotion, work more for less pay and all for WHAT exactly, someone fill in the blank here for me please?
We’re supposed to jump up and do a backflip at every minor “accomplishment” of theirs, but when we reach a milestone in our own lives it barely garners an acknowledgement. From the time we are little girls, we are taught to be seen and not heard, look good but don’t think, be smart but never smarter than a man, etc. you get the picture.
Now before I get flooded with hate mail and death threats from those control freaks out there who have to be “right”, let me just refer you back up to the 1st paragraph. I do know there ARE and have been, good guys in the world; Bono is a nice guy; Nelson Mandela, Abraham Lincoln, you see where I’m going with this. So don’t send me lists of all the men in the world who are or ever were, good, with attached essays on your point. Ain’t nobody got time for that. Trust me, the list is still small compared with the billions who are or have ever been, douches.
My point is this - it’s time for a revolution ladies and I’m happy to be the one to start it because I am mad as fucking hell and I REALLY am not going to take it anymore. I personally have been demeaned, criticized, objectified, physically and psychologically abused, raped, harassed in the workplace, ignored, and so on for most of the last 40 years. And I’m tired. I’m tired of men “getting away with it” because we let them.
I realize the men that have come into my life were there because I needed to learn those lessons from them and become the person I am today; I accept that now in my life and take full responsibility for attracting each and every one of them. I realize now that I had an intense lack of self esteem instilled in me from childhood from my parents, along with a ton of self loathing in my 20’s that led to much self destructive behavior. Thankfully, now with my 3rd divorce looming, I can honestly say I’m all better now. I no fall down go boom anymore. Been there, done that. I no longer need a man to validate or “approve” of me. I love, validate, and approve of myself now just fine thank you very much.
So the next time ladies you personally meet a douchebag, please tell him so. If you’re married to or involved with one, please accept my condolences. I hope you will run, not walk, to the nearest exit and never look back. If you’re stuck with them for the time being feel free to take him down a couple of pegs. Please. I dare you. I IMPLORE you. They need to be told. Trust me, their egos will get over it. Or maybe not. Which might then get them to thinking and changing and.............nah, who am I kidding?
p.s. And for the very small minority of women out there who are married to or have great guys - thank your lucky stars, give your guy a hug, and live happily ever after, just like they told us we would when we were little girls. Remember that not all of us “get the guy” of our dreams. All some of us have are nightmares.
