Letters to the Editor

• Is it sadness?

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  I don't hate him, but I feel a deep sad sickness in my core when I read his posts. It's as though hatred for women is what he is. As though he literally is his hatred. The compulsion to state it over and over. His bitterness is profound. I have never read another voice like his. It makes me sad --very seriously sad--to see someone oozing hatred and blame from every pore. Does he know how much harm he does to himself? I think that realization would be his only hope. It is the only place where change might begin. (Brighstar, I apologize for talking about you rather than to you.)

  Apology accepted. When I work myself into a lather over some issue, I am thorough.

  But it would be a mistake to assume my plaintives onscreen resemble my behavior in life. I am not saying I disagree with what I write. I believe every word I say-- it is from my heart. But my onscreen missives are meant to spur discussion and make people rethink the current rusted roles men are being continually placed into by women and by inertia.

  I see progress in the past few years in the way guys are taking on more creative ways of seeing their situation vis a vis women. I like to think I had some minor part in helping it along, at least on these boards.

  This is all not to say that in some way, some of my reticence about gender roles, men, and women, does not translate into my real life. I have always been skeptical of the role men are placed into. We are expected to take on all responsibility, have none of the authority, yet pretend like we DO have authority. It tires me out, all the dishonesty.

  But I am getting better at lying and putting on a persona for women (exactly what most women want from men and the only thing they respond to, according to every indicator) so this inherent skepticism is not really an issue in my social life.

  Permalink Monday, August 20, 2007 08:10 AM

• Let me elaborate on 'artifice'

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  since I mention it in my previous post.

  Maybe I have been born with a gene missing, the gene that allows me to put on a game face, a false social face, and go out and grab what I need from women or from society, and not flinch or feel any guilt whatsoever.

  Look, I have been ME for 41 years. I go to work, go to the mall, hang out in bookstores, all the stuff I do. But do you think that even ONCE some woman glommed onto the real me and said that this was what she wanted in her life? A guy who was interesting and genuine, who put on no artifice, who was polite and smart, and neat, and who seemed to have his life put together?

  I am still waiting for that moment.

  Yet every thing we boys were taught in our lib femi K-12 schools in CT indicated that I should just be 'myself' and things will come.

  I am STILL WAITING.

  Something therefore is PROFOUNDLY wrong with women, schools, feminism, men, society (pick one or more) that I received such a weird and incorrect message in my life and that I pounded thru it for 38 years (until the three years ago when the black books-- The Game etc.-- revealed the black arts I so desperately needed in order to influence my odds of success with women (make them above ZERO)).

  Am I the ONLY male on the planet to have received such a metamessage? You know the answer to that.

  We men are irrelevant and disposable. Only women and their needs matter. Sex for men is dirty and secretive and suspect. Only women get to enjoy it above board. Hell, it takes but one male to inseminate every single female on the whole freaking planet! What do they need other men for? Especially considering women now rule the roost AND earn their keep. What are men REALLY needed for??

  Well, for sport fucking is it. The only IT really.

  But this contradicts every bit of my prepubescent unconscious training. It also contradicts how I have fashioned my persona (So, I am a relic-- whoop dee fucking doo).

  I am not implying that I cannot overcome this training. But it does grind on my nerves constantly that this seems to be the ONLY valid way to get women to pay attention to me AND to consider me a sexual prospect. Maybe someone can enlighten me as to how to overcome this inherent choirboy honesty in me and get down to some real action in my life.

  Permalink Monday, August 20, 2007 08:26 AM