You know norton, if you hadn't made this post so obviously about your disdain for the members of one gender I would think it a marvelous piece.
I'm going to answer piece by piece, because there are several things I think bear investigation:
norton ash wrote: And a confession that my own misogyny is fueled by how the middle-class women in my work and family milieu behave.
I identify with you on one level: clearly we've both allowed our circles to become too small. I need to get out more, and it sounds like maybe you do, too. It's easy to forget that there are whole worlds of different types of people out there when we stop socializing/volunteering/going to classes or whatever.
norton ash wrote:I observe women who love punishing wait staff with poor tips for mistakes that originated in the kitchen. I have seen the adrenalized gleam and look of triumph on the face of a woman as she snaps her phone shut after berating an underling or service person.
I'm sick of hearing about 'retail therapy', hair and skin products I might want to try, and the celebration of clothes, jewelry, and hairstyles in the office. The culture of middle-class women I know make non-consumers feel shabby about their clothes, homes, yards, and kitchens. They are the ones who insist on the new, the fashionable and for the most part, mass-produced.
That metrosexuality based on hatching new insecurities in men or raising the bar on fashion sense (i.e., spending money and becoming more shallow) is somehow virtuous.
this is by no means the sole territory of women. Think bar-b-cues, trucks, golf clubs, tires, hockey leagues, gym memberships, hunting, lawn mowers, etc. But I must confess that I cannot stand being near to these types either, and I do find it particularly annoying when women go on and on about hair, nails, clothing, sales ... I think that's just a personal preference though - I'd rather hear about lawn mowers, etc, but it doesn't make it any less disgusting.
IOW, it sounds like it is consumer culture that is the culprit.
norton ash wrote:Personal office vendettas that simmer for years, smart but mousily-dressed or socially-challenged introverts forever passed over for promotion, even in the civil service.
the key here is Civil Service. Having worked in the civil service, I believe it is a repository for some of the worst Canada has to offer. The culture is stomach-turning on many, many levels. As you may know, I quit. I quit a full-time, indeterminate level civil service job. People lost their minds to hear of it (pension!!? benefits!!? Security!!?? money for nothing!??!) I can completely appreciate where you are coming from. But let me tell you - a whole other world exists out here.
norton ash wrote:And I fully realize that this doesn't compare with being terrorized or abused at the hands of the patriarchy, or the real pit-of-the-stomach fear of dark streets or men who say vile things.
one more thing you could consider is this: women in the civil service are new to power. Many abuse it. Women have been conditioned for so long to be powerless and they have been rewarded for so long for playing the boys' game that they don't know how else to behave when given authority. SOME women don't, anyway.
norton ash wrote: sexist prick dummy small-dicked ignorant asshole... or the opportunities so enthusiastically seized to wail like Charlie Parker when a man says something stupid here...
Norton, the guy was a sexist prick. He was. Haven't you just written three paragraphs explaining a dynamic that you have observed at play? Haven't you named it? the small dick thing was a joke - I don't see you jumping up and down in opposition to Morgan talking about ping-pong balls in vaginas. Is it really just because I used slang and he used the proper word?
And, to be fair, I have tried to engage some of the men on this forum in a serious manner, but largely they dodge my more pointed questions. They dodge and change the subject and it just gets to a point where I think to myself, "Fine. You wanna be juvenile? Let's go there."
That's my take on it, anyway.
Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own.-- Jonathan Swift
When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him. -- Jonathan Swift