I thought, certainly based on thread title and OP, that the original subject was the, ahem, male victimology prevalent in our culture, which holds that men are the detesticularized victims of PC, rendered powerless by leftist thought bans that stymie them in all they do, all of which allows crazy bitches to attack them for no reason, destroy their lives and get away with it thanks to the feminist-dominated justice system. The very same victimology, in fact, which since the 1970s has been sold as heroic and maverick and rad and manly, in reaction to the social changes attributed to feminism, and that you and a few others here have espoused. So I don't know when you think it turned into a debate about some supposed dictate that women must always be viewed as victims, but you just keep beating that, um, straw there.
There is a larger discussion to be had here, too difficult perhaps, about how the parts of the big picture fit together, what's in all of us, what's biology and physical sex, what's gender and power and hegemony (of definition), what's family, culture or tradition, what's distortion and conditioning from a given society, what's manipulated or influenced from and through factors like capital and state and language and media. And at the end of that, what's just and injust, or right and wrong, if anything quite, and how do we become the best we are and live on from here.
Truth be told, if you were more sensitive to how this thread has actually gone, however, you'd know it's become a serial beatdown-for-sport on every stupid thing you say -- by the way, cut out the legalistic equivocations and just go straight to the dumb boners henceforth, save me some reading time -- without your ever seeming to comprehend a single point, but you just keep wading in there a la the Black Knight. Your sacrifice, which seems to have gone unnoticed by you, has paradoxically produced such spectacularly insightful, well-written and even inspiring posts from barracuda, c2w and others that I've felt reluctant to enter myself, as others here already said anything I thought (and quite a few things I hadn't thought of) with a grace and force I can only admire.
Never mind, I'm just a slave thanks to the pavlovian conditioning of women whose vagina I hope to rent in compensation, as your definition of love on the planet would have it. And here I thought I was a slave to the long-past yet-still-working-somewhere-in-there-twisted conditioning of my mom, my dad, 10,000 childhood TV hours and a moderately vicious parochial school, the culture of my ethnicity, my relentless and overwhelming sex-drive within a politeness culture, my clearly insane but irresistible empire-running country and city, and, after all that, a little bit of peer pressure to smell and look a certain way through, oh, grad school, plus a few poor drug choices; but certainly not of my lovers past or present, whether I today love or hate them! But again, never mind.
Which prompts a thought: In all this reactionary talk from your alternate reality, you ignore the best example of women's power over men: mothers and their little boys. There are many easy hits to score there, honey-dripping fat slow hanging curveballs, for the simple-minded anyway. You may even find yourself in the uncomfortable proximity of a feminist or two who agrees with what you may say on the subject of Mom. Perhaps you've missed this easy target because, in the reactionary world view that has been sold as maverick and rad, mothers are sacred (if not allowed to say a thing). But somehow I don't think you'd have a problem with slammin'em. You're made of different stuff. You don't seem to have such inhibitions. So I end up wondering if you've not gone there because you're simply obsessed with some past rejection or ugly episode involving a girlfriend or someone, which has come to stand in as a paradigm for how the whole world works. The latter would seem to cover at least one other poster on this board to a tee.
If you told us about any actual personal experiences, which I know must seem like insanity at this stage, my bet is you'd be surprised at how sweetly and authentically your thread antagonists would treat you. Try for a moment putting aside the talk of all human relations as war or contract, o Superman, o modern man, and get at the tragedy and pain that must be somewhere in there, for you to talk the trash you do.
Or maybe you're just a cold and limited fish, and this is really you. It's not like I've ever been inside anyone else's mind, except for a few flashes. While making love. Now barely recallable. Strange, that: seeing all, and then still living for another 10 and 80 years, as though it never happened.
Well then, have a nice day!
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