Wednesday, August 04, 2004
I used to have an English teacher who used to correct us saying that there is no such thing as "the opposite sex", instead, the term is "adjacent sex". And somehow, I've always found it perfect. Calling the other sex, the adjecent sex, instead of opposite. She's the most funkay English teacher I've ever had anyway.
The adjacent sex they call males.
Males are ridiculously tough to shop for. No matter how old they are- 14, 18, 23 or 55. I mean, for women, it's easy peasy shit. If all else fails, get earrings or a bag. What can you buy for men?! i spent 2 weekends and a weekday to find gifts for 3 males whose birthdays are up soon. My brother's 14th's on friday, Dan's 18th's on Saturday and Aaron's 23rd on Monday. Oh boy. (Pun intended)
I hate feminists(or at least what they claim to be) who declare that all men are bastards. Really. Alot of men can become bastardized assholes some of the time, but sometimes, considering how shitty some women treat them, they have all the right to be bastardized assholes.
Of course, most of the time they don't realise that since they have the right to be bastardized assholes, women have even more of a right to be bastadized biatches.
Anyhow. I think most mass comm guys really don't deserve the shit. OK. I take that back. Mass Comm guys I know (and like) don't deserve to be the men at the receiving end because some people who learn feminism from Kon decided that being feminist at this point in time is really cool because they can rant about patriarchy until their fucking empty head snaps off.
[Although I'd really love to,] I'm not asking for power to control the world. I'm not asking for women to reign over men because we make babies. I'm not asking for women to have control over men. I'm not asking for men to give up their positions of power to some indecisive bimbo who cannot lead for nuts.
All I'm asking for is respect. Is recognition. Is the ability to have my words heard. Our Words heard. I'm asking for respect. I'm asking that you come down from up there and see what it's like down here.
I don't like my boobs being stared at because I'm wearing a low cut top. I don't like having to cross my legs when I sit so it'll be more lady like. I don't like having to avert my eyes because I've been so disciplined into it. I don't like being reprimaded for burping out loud because "that's so unbecoming of a lady". I don't like that a woman DJ gets pin-pointed at because she used sexual innuendos when men use it all the time.
I want to be able to wear what I want. I want to be able to do what I want. I want to be able to say what I want.
We want to be able to wear what We want. We want to be able to do what We want. We want to be able to say what we want.
I hold so much respect for my male friends. My good guy friends rock. I love talking to guys because I feel that they do not judge as much as girls do. Sometimes, it gets very irritating because the subtlety of patriarchal influences is so amazing, they don't realise that they're actually oppressing the female sex.
So this is a tribute, to the masculinity in all of us. Because men rock too. Well. SOME men.
Then again. Fuck Patriarchy & Screw the Male Gaze!
posted by Fuzzy @ 23:10
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