Showing posts with label gender. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gender. Show all posts

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Tits/I can't even.

I managed to hold my tongue through the Elliot Rodger debacle. 

Debacle/Mass Killing, whatever you want to call it.

My heart grew heavy, watching an all-out war develop over the #YesAllWomen hashtag on Twitter. An all-out war between defensive women and defensive men.

The battle of the sexes moved its front lines to social media, and I witnessed heretofore never before seen amounts and examples of confusion and vented anger. Frustration, even hatred.

It became seemingly okay to say outrageously sexist and ignorant things to each other in defense of a concept of anti-sexism. You read it, you must have noticed... 

Is #YesAllWomen logically feasible? No. There exist women who spoke up and said at no time did they ever feel threatened by a man. Unfortunately it seems those women are in the vast minority, and that breaks my heart, but they exist. And all it takes for one person like that for an exception to a rule to be officially recognised. So #YesAllWomen is based on a non-factual premise, and therefore needs to be re-stated in a more truthful way.

But we get the message, and it's embarrassing and horrible and tragic.

But #FreeTheNipple? I can't stay silent any longer.

Let me commence with a statement:

I fully endorse and support gender equality.

By that, I mean, anything it's legal and okay for men to do, by extension, I feel it is equally okay for women to do. Ideally, this world wouldn't even see a difference, it would just 'be'.

I absolutely support the feminist ideals I encountered in my formative years, in that I feel women should have the same rights as men, and that men should work actively to support and help women to achieve this state of normality. Imagine if the glass ceiling was shattered from above?! I can't put into words how proud I would be to be a part of that action.

I'm more of a humanist though, in that gender should be irrelevant.

We should all start from the same place, and distinction and merit should be attained by individual skill and capability, not by the number of chromosomes we were born with. This is fucking kindergarten here.

And logically, I extend this right to people of all genders, and those of no gender.

I wrote an observation on Twitter today, regarding the #FreeTheNipple hashtag.

I observed that some women are using the hashtag as a means to get male sexual attention, hijacking the cause as it were, to advance their own agenda of ego satisfaction.


Please note that when I wrote "from the supposed patriarchy", what I was trying to illustrate within Twitter's very tight confines was that the topless photos in question were being posted in order to receive attention from normal, everyday, non-sexist males who want no part of any patriarchy; but who do appreciate a naked woman's body in a photograph, on a sexual level, without any evil intent whatsoever.

I understand that there is a real, vested patriarchy which protects its ideology with all of the resources it has at its disposal (and ironically by including power hungry neoliberal women). I acknowledge it's real, but I'm trying to say that there exists a proportion of men (and let's hope that percentage is very high), who reject the credo of male supremacy.

So when I say "supposed patriarchy" I mean those men, who are in no way gender-biased, but who are labelled as such by some people simply because they are male (which is of course, sexist). 

I am aware that the ACTUAL patriarchy is the target of the campaign. But the women who post topless pics for attention and not actually to further the cause are not aiming their posts in that direction.

So let's move on...

I received replies from a number of women, most understood what I was saying, but some did not. Some of the replies were of the same faux-intellectual dramatic style that made #YesAllWomen so exhausting; from the kind of people who see sexism in everything, whether it's there or not.


This kind of thinking and attitude actually works against the cause, by making enemies of allies, by accusing them of being sexist when they actually support the same cause you do (albeit in a non-confrontational way that doesn't rely on invective and finger pointing, with no logical or even realistic basis). 


So here we go. I am aware of what the cause is about, thanks for pointing out what is already obvious. "...but of course you don't see it" is sexist. Why can't I see it? Because I'm male?


 We've already established the whole movement is for attention, that's the point of a movement. Without attention it doesn't move. But there is good attention, bad attention, and attention that claims to be part of the movement but in reality serves its own interests.

I am au fait with the concepts of how to successfully run and manage a media-based action campaign. Some of you may remember I did a lecture tour of Australian Universities in the late 90's about it, and a publication for The Environmental Defenders Office (which went on to become N.S.W. Government policy, and the training manual for almost every Police Department in the country). 

But you know, enough about me...

I was obviously highlighting two different types of attention- both desired by women, but desired by different groups of women, for different reasons. So saying "...what you tweeted is redundant" when it is actually the textbook definition of essential, (as it highlights a necessary distinction) is an empty assertion (designed solely, I think, to win arguments on the internet). 

The distinction is so necessary, that without it, my opinion actually would have been redundant. 

So Melida identifies the most non-redundant part of the assertion as redundant. There is no logic there.

Now I didn't post this to try to embarrass Melida (who I don't follow, and who doesn't follow me, so I have no idea why she'd feel attacking me on my own Twitter timeline over a fact that is observable and quantifiable would be at all warranted), but to shine a light on a particular kind of personality.

People like this feel passionate about a subject, and seek out people to disagree with (or in their mind, conquer). They feel empowered by their cause, and are extremely fast to shout "Sexist!", even when the person they are shouting at is on their side.

I tried to explain this but it quickly became apparent she had no interest in speaking logically, rather that she just wanted someone to insult and to tell herself she is better than.

And you have to ask yourself, "What's the point?"

It's very much like going to a car dealership, wanting to buy a specific car; and for the sales person whose best interests it is in to sell you that car, to greet you by calling you an asshole. Sure, you still like the car, but the confusing sales technique leaves you scratching your head, and less than interested in dealing with that sales person again.

I understand that not everyone agrees with everyone else. I also understand that perhaps some people haven't seen these examples of girls going topless, and while claiming they're doing it for feminism, they're the same girls who do it anyway for 'not-feminism'. Blaming me for pointing out a thing that exists is counter-productive, illogical, and it makes you look stupid. Like the Church when it denied astrophysics or those who deny the spherical reality of our planet.

I'm perpetually frustrated by the fact we share a common language (in this case, English), that we understand and know more or less how to use it to express our thoughts and needs; but that some people seem to view as more of a guide. Like the Dictionary is merely a suggestion, and that if you want to make-believe words and phrases mean something else that suits your agenda (but actually don't), then you can just go ahead and use them however you like, and expect everyone else to understand what you mean.

But it happens a lot.

I may be wrong, but I feel like the Elliot Rodger case was the most significant example of a polarising gender boundary of this generation. Hearing the horrible regard in which so many women hold men (whether 'some' or 'all' depends on the individual), and imagining the even more horrible things that must have happened to those women at the hands of some men, is enough to break your spirit.

Arguing about the statistics of men who are raped by women, or the fact that most men live in fear of other men doesn't help this situation. If you want to talk about an issue, talk about the issue, not surrounding issues which I believe all deserve their own talks and scrutiny and hopefully even solutions.

None of this should be about men versus women. We are all people. Unfortunately the number of people who are men and who are responsible for the repression and theft of self-agency (and worse) from women is disproportionate to the number of women we share the planet with. And that's an issue.

Is #FreeTheNipple a campaign worthy of support? Absolutely. There is a disparity and it needs to be addressed. Is it the most pressing issue we face? Fuck no. But that doesn't diminish its relevance.

My message here is that gender politics has the ability to be explosive and even divisive in the wrong hands. And if we let it divide us, guess who wins? Rapists, murderers, misogynists, and misandrists. 

I would say they've had a voice for far too long. Let's work this out together...







The best thing for these situations is humour, so here's some from my twitter buddy Bianca:



If you're bored with nothing to do, here's how I tried to argue by logical counterexample (ie: massive word spaz) within the confines of Twitter's word limit:


 




















Friday, March 21, 2014

Blogs are dead, AKA: Getting laid constantly, AKA: The power of the written word, AKA Feminism.

This blog is like hip hop- it's gone through so many changes over the years, and is largely irrelevant to continuing life on Earth. But it has had its moments...

It's no secret that words turn a lot of women on. Despite the proliferation of 'text-style', if you can assemble a sentence, and use words like "despite" and "proliferation", quite a lot of girls will sit up and pay attention.

I've had girls creep on my posts for days, weeks, months, and even years; before eventually revealing themselves in comments or emails, or even finding me on Instagram. And sometimes they proposition me.

Isn't that the craziest thing ever?

Without even knowing what I look like (I look amazing), they seek me out and offer up their internal genitalia for my carnal consideration. Sometimes we meet, we fuck, we move on. I'll get a message, and they say one of two things:

Option 1. I've been reading you for (insert time period here), I agree with/am challenged by/am repulsed by/can't get enough of your thoughts and would love to spend time with (read: look at you while you answer questions and then jump on) the person that wrote them in real life. (Social media link attached.)

Option 2. Naked selfie attached to a phone number and that's it.

And all because of a few words or thoughts that they found appealing...

It's crazy how many girls who absolutely disagree with some of my thoughts written in here are compelled to fuck me. That's one aspect of psychology I just can not get my head around. Like, how does "He is so wrong!" turn into "So I'm going to fuck him!"?

I think it's important to embrace your sexuality, because it's a part of you. If you encounter someone you find sexually electric, and the chemistry is there, there's nothing in the world to stop you from sleeping with them (unless you're in a committed relationship of course).

But I think the whole concept of PUA's or (pick-up artists) to be unbearably sleazy/creepy/douchey.

The idea that you can boil down all female behaviour into a set of stereotypes to exploit for sexual conquest ignores just how nuanced and individual female psychology really is. And it is all about psychology. If you can keep someone guessing by 'running game' on them, increase their suggestability, or convince them to lose inhibition when it wasn't their idea, you're simply being a predator.

It really is that simple.

Now I understand the patriarchy. I understand why some men feel the need to dominate women. I don't subscribe, but I see what they're saying.

They're saying "Women have vaginas. We want vaginas. Women know this. So they make it as unnecessarily difficult and complex for us to get vaginas as they can." So the patriarchy seeks to silence, marginalize, and dominate women. Crazy right?

Especially when you consider that, outside of religion and other artificial constructs (that also silence, marginalize, and dominate women); women love sex just as much as men do, for one simple and mind-numbingly obvious reason-

We are all human beings... Gender is irrelevant.

And the reality is, there are a lot of women out there who have vaginas and in no way have any interest in keeping them to themselves, but when you lump all women in together,  you miss out.

So. Through the writing of this blog, which is a very gonzo vehicle for self-expression, opinion, and my platform for asking questions, marinating on issues, and sharing stories; occasionally people take notice, and sometimes those people decide for their own reasons that they would like to sexually experience the writer.

I'd think it odd if it wasn't for the fact all you need to do to get a guy interested is generally show them a picture of someone hot and ask "would you go there?", so the idea that a woman can peer inside (the depravity and emptiness) of my mind and decide they find that attractive in contrast isn't that challenging.

I'm reminded of all of this because I met a girl when I was out celebrating my birthday last weekend. I went out alone with no expectations of the night, ended up making a bunch of new friends, and getting hit on by 4 women simultaneously. I'm at an age where, when 3.30 am rolls around, and after 10 Jäger shots, I'm in a really good place to go home by myself and just sleep.

I can eat something naughty, climb into my big bed, and best of all not care how I look when I wake up, when I wake up, or anything that relates to other people.

So I watched with a detached kind of interest as these girls tried to outbid each other to get my attention. (Something that ten years ago would never have happened because I'd have been far too interested). If one girl sat next to me with her head on my shoulder, another would sit in my lap and literally block her completely, while the other two danced in front of me. It probably should have felt sexy and empowering, but I actually felt quite sad every time one girl blocked another, because if I was trying to get into someone's pants and I got blocked, I'd feel humiliated.

So I went home alone, and was totally happy to do it. Which is what I've been doing for almost two years now. In this chapter of my life, sex is something I generally can't be bothered with. I'm definitely not interested in chasing after it, learning techniques to entrap it, or to do anything to create space or time for it in my life. Case in point- I'm writing this on Friday night. At home.

Nice'n'cosy.

But before I went home, I saw a pick up artist at work. I knew he was a pick up artist because he had three guys with him, and he was coaching them right there in the bar. He moved toward a girl seated by herself to drop some game. The other three watched with their mouths open.

I'd like to tell you it was amazing, but it wasn't. I wasn't inspired by his confidence or technique. He was quite a good looking guy, dressed nicely, not too out-there, who could pick up a lot of girls just by existing. He flew by the seat of his pants, and ended up failing. He wasn't chastened by that fact, he returned to his students and said "It's a numbers game."

The girl looked at me as he was walking away, and I rolled my eyes. She came over and said "Fuck you!" with a very interested smile on her face. I explained the eye-rolling was in response to the PUA, not at her, and she asked "Where do you think he went wrong?" Being drunk and not into the idea of explaining my innermost thoughts to a stranger (the irony is delicious), I replied "Read my blog if you want to know my thoughts on things. I'm here to party." She asked how she could find it, and I said "Use colloquial vernacular", which confused her, and I made my exit.

The next night at about 4 am she emailed me an 'Option 2'.



This is knifey, from 'the internet'.