The Battle of the Sexes
Book Guy
I write it like I mean it, but mostly they just want my money.
Monday, June 9, 2008 2:28 AM
When I was younger I was raised to be "nice to women" and also a "feminist" in the nicest possible way -- this meant, that I basically assumed that any human who could do the job, deserved equal pay; that there were certain things which male bodies were often better at (lifting heavy weights, and therefore: certain fire-fighter and police jobs; certain positions in the military; so on) and certain other things which female bodies, we were finding out, were also better at (we've just begun to realize they're better at dealing with altitude and G-force, for instance). So, I didn't necessarily think of myself as a "ball buster" or as someone who sympathized with bull-dyke-lesbian-feminazi types, but I also didn't think that women ought to "only" have subservient roles to men, of things like cook and house-keeper.
Then I got to college, and I was amazed at the anger and aggression which young women displayed toward me. Through the course of that experience (in the middle 1980s, at a selective small liberal arts school) and then my young adulthood, I stopped thinking the world could be such a nice place that men and women could get along. I learned about several dirty tricks that had been played on me at college, for instance -- people had deliberately written my name up in the women's public restrooms identifying me as a date-rapist, for example, even though I'd never had sex at the time at all! and professors, of the bull-dyke-man-hater type, were ENCOURAGING the young women to be hateful and angry about "men in general."
I frankly hadn't ever THOUGHT ABOUT "women in general." But the thinking was forced on me. "Why are they so angry? What on earth did I do to them?" I kept wondering.
Through reading things like [view link] , I began to realize that there's a power-game being played out there. I was an oblivious pawn in it, someone who wouldn't ever get laid because I was "too nice" and also actually thought in terms of "being decent to the human being in front of me" rather than in terms of "how can I push her buttons to MAKE her want me / hate me / fuck me / whatever." I wasn't competent at emotional manipulation, and this meant I wasn't invited to play in the evil boy-against-girl games that were propagating across the Western world.
I look back now, on that time, and I'm kind of feeling bitter-sweet about it all. On the one hand, I missed out on a lot of opportunities to bed hot college chicks. I didn't have "no game" and basically was just walking around in a cloud of unknowing, wondering why people hated and berated me. I received an advanced degree and worked for two years afterwards, before I ever got to enjoying full coitus with a willing partner, and even then it was with a rather "different" sort of woman, a person who had quit her job as an alt-rock DJ to return to college to get a sociology degree. She was about fifteen years older than me, too. Now, while I don't begrudge a little 'experienced' nookie the right to troll a research university campus, I do wonder at my own plight. I am very bright and sociable; always involved in social groups, and a "natural leader" of people usually. The tick-marks in the proper column say I should have had more chances than I have.
I had thought I was a decent guy. I certainly knew that I was physically fit, and had been CALLED "very attractive" by strangers, such as people doing casting calls for commercials and stage plays, so I knew it wasn't anything physically repulsive about me. If I'm to take [view link] at its word, all that was missing from my life was a little Machiavellian intent. Or, a little male guidance. I look back and wonder, where the fuck was my dad in all this? My uncles, or an older brother, or someone, to tell me, "hey, stop doing what they say they want you to do. DON'T GIVE THEM FLOWERS! They have two types of boyfriends: those they hold out on, and don't fuck, because they ALREADY give them nice expensive gifts; and those they DO fuck, because the men have not YET given them 'commitment' tokens and so they feel they have to manipulate those men." Or some other complicated analysis that really I can neither understand nor, even if I did understand it, I certainly can't manage to IMPLEMENT it in real life.
But I digress. So, on the one hand, I wasn't really a participant in this "battle of the sexes," and that meant that I was cannon fodder and nothing more.
But I'm not so sure I'm happy with the alternative. For twenty years or more, now, I've been thinking about sex sex sex, all the goddamned time sex, not ever getting enough of it, always trolling the internet for it, wondering where the next bit of it is going to come from. I whack off daily, I look at internet porn, and I have this one really big fantasy: some day, some way, I'm going to be fucking a woman, and I'm going to look down at her and instead of thinking, "Well, I guess this is the best I can get," I'll actually think, "Yes! I really WANT to be here." And it won't be a whore or a stripper I'm fucking.
How did this happen? When did the whole world of human interactions and decency and the opportunity to make friends and have a normal life get taken away from me? How come there's a total battleground of hatred out there and I'm trapped with the choice of either letting women abuse me, or abusing them more vigorously back at 'em?
I'm TIRED of the battle of the sexes. I want to be around decent people who don't need to control one another, who think in terms of mutual agreeability. I want to land a nice girl with a hot body. I am sick and tired of being "driven" to "have to" go to a strip club as my only sexual outlet, the only place on the whole goddamned planet where a woman treats a man (and only briefly) as though he is an equal (rather than a victim), and they only do THAT if he pays a cartload of money for the privilege. (Which I guess kinda scotches the idea that it's an equal interaction, doesn't it?)
I've met some few men who don't complain about women. They just accept them. Some of those sentiments appear here on the boards from time to time, with a kind of holier-than-thou lesson behind them. "Hey Book Guy," they seem to want to say, "You gotta get OVER this business of hating on women, and start LIKING them for what they are, LIKE I DO (because I'm so superior and enlightened)." Well, I'd love to. I started out that way, kind of thinking, "They're just human. We're all a bit warped, but we do our best." But then I met a lot of women, and I really had to abandon that analysis. Attractive women USE their attractiveness IN ORDER to be cruel.
No, I don't mean, they get what they want out of it. THAT I could understand. Say I'm an attractive woman. "OK, I want to get into that nice club. There's a line. But if I flirt with the bouncer, I'll get in without waiting." That makes sense. But, "If I flirt with the bouncer I can REALLY HURT HIM AND CUT HIM DOWN TO THE WEENIE LITTLE LOSER THAT ALL MEN REALLY ARE"? Does that latter thought make sense? Why the anger? Why on earth are they so vicious toward desirable men?
I am tired of the battle of the sexes. I've always tried to not think in obscenely misrepresentative generalities, but they keep on being forced on to me. For a while the "lessons" of self-help and seduction suggested to me that I might actually find a way out of the conundrums, but really all they do is reverse them but leave them intact. They're not about how to get away from manipulation; they're just about how to out-manipulate the manipulators. Why are attractive women continually acting like such shitty people? And how do I get to live in a world where they don't?
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