Pissy mood
Jul. 15th, 2003 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdJust severely out of temper, and took it out on a hapless poster on one of my mailinglists.
He tries to put women on a pedastal as perfection, and that gay men are removing themselves from women to keep from causing the perfect, wonderful beings any more distress.
He's either smoking too much Starhawk, or trying to get into someone's pants, is my opinion.
I suggested male homosexuality was another form of misogyny instead of a worshipful withdrawal. The words I hear about women from gay men are of loathing and revulsion, not of awe and worship.
I'm feeling misogynistic, so here's my point:
Women don't belong on pedastals. We're not perfect. In fact, the vast majority of women aren't even interesting.
They throw their brains out of their heads in their teens, and present themselves as sex objects. Men, seeing this, treat them as such. Some women actually have the nerve to complain about this treatment. Their mouths say "pigs" while their bodies and modes of dress are saying "come and get it." If one is dressed like a streetwalker, there is no room to complain when men ogle the goods on display.
By the time this fades, they've gotten caught in a rut of career/children/debt and have no time to develop interests in anything outside of those.
Women tend to bloom most after menopause. Then, they have time.
This is why witches and wisewomen are old. This power and wisdom is also why cultures have been afraid of old women forever. Our own culture has decided that "30=dead" or "35 is the next 18" depending on who you talk to. There is no sense of maturity or of dignity that goes with age.
Men hit 45, trade the wife in on a pair of 20's, buy a sportscar and get laughed at.
Women hit 25 and decide they're old bags. 14 year olds want to have babies instead of waiting until they're over the hill at 20.
My mother, still in thrall to her 1950's scripts, has beautiful silver hair. She dyes it an unbecoming red (she's a winter) because it "makes her look younger." I'm finding silver in my own hair, more this year than last. I think I may have dyed mine for the last time in May.
I'm ranting and rambling.
Being aware of the ways in which I despise my own sex (and the ways I use to cover it) tends to warn me when someone else is using the same tactics.
He tries to put women on a pedastal as perfection, and that gay men are removing themselves from women to keep from causing the perfect, wonderful beings any more distress.
He's either smoking too much Starhawk, or trying to get into someone's pants, is my opinion.
I suggested male homosexuality was another form of misogyny instead of a worshipful withdrawal. The words I hear about women from gay men are of loathing and revulsion, not of awe and worship.
I'm feeling misogynistic, so here's my point:
Women don't belong on pedastals. We're not perfect. In fact, the vast majority of women aren't even interesting.
They throw their brains out of their heads in their teens, and present themselves as sex objects. Men, seeing this, treat them as such. Some women actually have the nerve to complain about this treatment. Their mouths say "pigs" while their bodies and modes of dress are saying "come and get it." If one is dressed like a streetwalker, there is no room to complain when men ogle the goods on display.
By the time this fades, they've gotten caught in a rut of career/children/debt and have no time to develop interests in anything outside of those.
Women tend to bloom most after menopause. Then, they have time.
This is why witches and wisewomen are old. This power and wisdom is also why cultures have been afraid of old women forever. Our own culture has decided that "30=dead" or "35 is the next 18" depending on who you talk to. There is no sense of maturity or of dignity that goes with age.
Men hit 45, trade the wife in on a pair of 20's, buy a sportscar and get laughed at.
Women hit 25 and decide they're old bags. 14 year olds want to have babies instead of waiting until they're over the hill at 20.
My mother, still in thrall to her 1950's scripts, has beautiful silver hair. She dyes it an unbecoming red (she's a winter) because it "makes her look younger." I'm finding silver in my own hair, more this year than last. I think I may have dyed mine for the last time in May.
I'm ranting and rambling.
Being aware of the ways in which I despise my own sex (and the ways I use to cover it) tends to warn me when someone else is using the same tactics.
