Why is it cool…

[Bishonen]

Oh see... the men have your 'keep the others down' proxy.

It's a free service they provide, I think you're expected to wear a short skirt, a tight sweater, hair in ponytails, pom-poms and gaze adoringly at them.

Sincerely,
ElSol

ps. No panties would be preferable.

Then what am I supposed to do? Become an interior decorator? A hair dresser? Or should I just settle for being a bash victim?

 

[Recidiva]

Nah... is cause you're a girl.

It's a part of the girl-package.

Sincerely,
ElSol

*flutters her lashes* Thank you. I have breastseses too. Those are definitely mine. This has been a voyage of self discovery.

 

[Recidiva]

Oh see... the men have your 'keep the others down' proxy.

It's a free service they provide, I think you're expected to wear a short skirt, a tight sweater, hair in ponytails, pom-poms and gaze adoringly at them.

Sincerely,
ElSol

ps. No panties would be preferable.

I usually just make fun of the men. Oddly enough, it seems to work. Really well. If I gaze adoringly at them, they're really, really suspicious, and for good reason.

Okay. I have a ponytail.

 

[Guest]

Ya'll get to keep us down... that looks like fun to me!

Sincerely,
ElSol

HEY!
get back down there!

 

[elsol]

Then what am I supposed to do? Become an interior decorator? A hair dresser? Or should I just settle for being a bash victim?

If you wanna do it yourself... you're going to have to fight for the right.

You expect people just to roll-over and give up their fun? Ain't gonna happen.

Sincerely,
ElSol

 

[cantdog]

That's what we kept telling the feminists. "Give me power!" never works. You have to take that stuff.

 

[Recidiva]

That's what we kept telling the feminists. "Give me power!" never works. You have to take that stuff.

See, I can't even be a feminist. That means that women are superior to men. Can't do that either. I like men too much. Oh well. I'm short a few -ists.

 

[cantdog]

I know an oboeist and three pianists, and an organist.

Most instruments generate -isms, I guess.

 

[Recidiva]

I know an oboeist and three pianists, and an organist.

Most instruments generate -isms, I guess.

That's it! I'm a singist and a french hornist. That just...sounds wrong, though.

 

[Guest]

kinda the Wizard of Oz thing...

You always HAd the power, but didn't KNOW it.

if you have to TAKE the power, that means you HAVe the power to DO so!

 

[Guest]

That's it! I'm a singist and a french hornist. That just...sounds wrong, though.

hornist is GOOD.

Frenching is good.

I played French horn....once...million years ago.

 

[Guest]

I know an oboeist and three pianists, and an organist.

Most instruments generate -isms, I guess.

we is ALL organisms!

 

[Recidiva]

hornist is GOOD.

Frenching is good.

I played French horn....once...million years ago.

I've got embouchure, baby.

Guys might not know what that IS...but they appreciate it.

 

[cantdog]

I know a really good drummer, but I guess drums are not a belief system.

Watercolors are, though.

 

[cantdog]

I've got embouchure, baby.

Guys might not know what that IS...but they appreciate it.

I wrote a short short about oboes and embouchure. On lit.

 

[cantdog]

A French hornist... embouchure and breath control too.

 

[Recidiva]

A French hornist... embouchure and breath control too.

Yes, and I can sing too. Anyway, you can see why I never think anyone else has the power. All this and breasts. I mean, c'mon.

 

[Guest]

Bet it would be easy to land a rock in a tuba!

 

[cantdog]

But there are no tubists.

 

[Guest]

But there are no tubists.

had 'em tied?

 

[Quiet_Cool]

I saw Huck's comments, and Cloudy's too, and Vella's, and others, and they're appreciated, but really, I left the tee-shirt thing alone way back there. Tee-shirts are just tee-shirts after all, and this one especially is just a joke.

To be specific, I guess I'm still smarting over a post made by Doormouse maybe over a year or so ago, lamenting the fact that men were such assholes and wife- and children-beaters and drunkards and all that. The post was bad enough, but what really rankled was that when a couple of us protested--all men, I might add--we were told that it was a joke and that she was upset over a bad relationship and basically that what we felt didn't matter, because we were, after all, just white men, and what the fuck did we know?

Well what I know is this: that if I had a relationship go south and came here complaining over the fact that women were all such selfish cunts and bitches, I would have heard about it, from both men and women, and rightly so. But when someone posts hateful and insulting comments about men, no one has anything to say about it.

I'm not looking for apologies and explanations. I know everyone means well and no one thinks of themselves as a bigot or as cruel, or as intentionally hurting others. We all have our own crosses to bear, whether it's our sexual orientation or ethnicity or gender or whatever, and we tend to focus on those and ignore the others that don't directly affect us, and that fills us with dangerous feeling of self-righteousness and sanctimony that blinds us to our own prejudices and petty hatreds.

Being hurt in the past doesn't give you the right to be hurtful in the present.

True. Pedophiles and rapists and serial killers got to be who they are through a means; their victims will become something as well. It's an ugly cycle.

The problem is, somethings aren't this serious. We're used to hearing rants from hurt people based on simple situations. The girlfreind cheated so women are all sluts; the boyfriend hit her so men are all ass holes. These are rants we all store up now and again, and when calm, generally we understand that they're bullshit. Aren't these the kind of rants we should be able to more or less forgive? This isn't forgiving a murderer, or not worrying about someone abusing a child here. It isn't like the generalizing, assuming it is temporary due to the hurt and not a full-blown attitude, even less damaging than most of what goes on that leads to the need to rant?

The problem still lies in the initial point you made earlier, Doc. People respond differently to the attacks based on, arguably of course, whether or not the people being attacked are minorities, or represented minorities at least. Or somewhat similar to that at least. I haven't been writing much, and that means I'm out of practice when it comes to making my point thoroughly clear. Apologies if this isn't as clear as it needs to be.

Let's face it, if the race/gender/sexual orientation of the target come into question at all, we've got more than a short walk to finish what we've started.

I think Cant and Cat have it down though. We have to simply act the way we should and carry on. People will see it, children especially, and note the importance of it. That changes things. Slowly, but it does.

Q_C

 

[BlackShanglan]

I'm not looking for apologies and explanations. I know everyone means well and no one thinks of themselves as a bigot or as cruel, or as intentionally hurting others. We all have our own crosses to bear, whether it's our sexual orientation or ethnicity or gender or whatever, and we tend to focus on those and ignore the others that don't directly affect us, and that fills us with dangerous feeling of self-righteousness and sanctimony that blinds us to our own prejudices and petty hatreds.

Amen. And again.

 

[elfin_odalisque]

Oh see... the men have your 'keep the others down' proxy.

It's a free service they provide, I think you're expected to wear a short skirt, a tight sweater, hair in ponytails, pom-poms and gaze adoringly at them.

Sincerely,
ElSol

ps. No panties would be preferable.

Haven't got the dangly bits (Don't they just get in the way most of the time) but I agree with you.

Only prob is we tend to pick up the housework/kid minding/ 'estate management'side of life.

I know, we sleepwalked into this one.

Throw rocks at you? Get me a shrink quick - I think I'm having a moment.

 

[SeaCat]

Then what am I supposed to do? Become an interior decorator? A hair dresser? Or should I just settle for being a bash victim?

Bishonen,

Let me tell you something that happened about a year ago. (Some people here may well remember me posting about it.)

Because of the way I believe I taught my wife to shoot. She goes with me and even reminds me when I forget that it's shooting night at the range. (We go once a week.)

One evening we were at the range getting ready for the next round of targets when a couple of "Good Ol' Boys" walked in. (Look at my AV, read some of my posts and you'll sense the touch of irony in that statement.) Big boys swaggering into the range confident in their manhood. They quickly set up and pulled out several thousand dollars of quite impressive firepower. (Glocks with full belt rigs.) While they were getting ready to shoot they were giving my wife a large ration of shit.

"Oh look at the little lady at the range. How about if we teach you to handle a really big gun or two."

My wife for the most part ignored them as she got ready for the next round of targets. We both watched in amazement as they dumped several magazines down range at their targets and missed, at ten yards! (They were shooting at graphic targets. Pictures of a person{male} holding a hostage at knife point.) They completely missed the target sheets. (Shaking head.) As they were reloading they again started giving my wife shit. Without saying a word she picked up my Baretta, slid a magazine in, racked it, then quickly turned and fired ten rounds downrange into one of their targets. She just smiled at them as she safed the pistol and handed it back to me.

When they pulled the target in they saw that all ten rounds had been fired rapid fire into the groin of the target. They quickly and quieetly moved to the other side of the range. My wife without saying a word showed these two Weasel Dicks that she could not only defend herself, but she could beat them at their own game. God I love my wife.

Cat

 

[JamesSD]

When they pulled the target in they saw that all ten rounds had been fired rapid fire into the groin of the target. They quickly and quieetly moved to the other side of the range. My wife without saying a word showed these two Weasel Dicks that she could not only defend herself, but she could beat them at their own game. God I love my wife.

I gotta say, that's hot.

A little scary, mind you, but hot.