Wow, let's have a conversation is the last line, the last thought, followed by.......drumroll please............no comment sector. Unless I'm just too clumsy to find it. It's funny really, this one goes on about how women are presented in The media as stupid and inept. I present the fact that in my world, men are too. Now that I really think about it, BOTH genders are presented as overgrown children in the media. This seems to me to be directly due to the fact that children constitute the only people who can't exhibit sufficient boundary function around separating fact from fiction. That ability is not encouraged by the media, because that is the thing that frees you from it. Not the action or inaction of the "oppressor". To even see ones self as oppressed is to put the power away from oneself.
Yes, TV sucks, turn off. Yes, Magazines....fuck...magazines? What century does the author live in? Print is a dead medium, to give it a second thought is to watch it boil in the waters of its own death. Also, soooooooooooooo last century. Can't you download the same content for free? (Especially in the case of supermarket impulse purchase media). Or, gasp, be fucking bored like a natural creature.... just try and tell me boredom isn't a natural state, and I will introduce you to the nearest cat.
If I knew who this author was, or wrote for, I would surely add to the ignore list in my own personal reality filter contained within my own mind, and under MY control.
I had an experience yesterday that seems to parallel this. I know what it's like to have someone look at you in a way that makes you uncomfortable. I'm not going to go on about the biological function of the male attraction to the healthy female figure. Those of child bearing age should not be required to hide out until their attractiveness has passed. But yeah, that subject is already covered at length elsewhere. What could possibly have happened to me that was on a par with being sexualized indiscriminately by wandering eyes?
It wasn't the cute gay guy (thinner than me :( and with the same haircut), mercilessly checking my outfit for tears rips and other opportunities to rape me. Naw, dude, you can look. It's the actual act of physical contact that society seeks to repress. No...
As I listened to the second movement of Ludwig's 9th, all joy was sucked from my shopping as I turned and saw a small child demanding something in an unreasonable manner. It was to my left, a biomass I will not gender. Shorter than me, I had managed not to notice that it was 3ft away before I turned to walk past. In that split second, (insert musical reference indicating I know the actual progression of the second movement), and a look on her face for that split second conveyed a lot.
It made me uncomfortable. As If I had been falsely accused of intent to murder. The look in her eyes, containing no content I did not put there. No information which the mind is not guilty of imposing upon it. Fear. Wide-eyed and dilated. If I cannot know its inner source without actual open conversation, I can identify the quality of what I felt in my heart.
She looked at me, and somehow I absorbed all of her power. I had in my hand, wax paper ($01.59). I intended to use it to make cookies later. But I suppose given its size and shape, she may have mistaken it for a big blue veiny cock. I cannot be sure.
Somehow this is my fault? I was just there to get cookie-baking supplies. For fucks sakes, can I not just once walk down the street without people crossing to the other side as If I intended them harm.
No, only males are capable of bravery. Only males are capable of stoicism... I will not speak to restraint, because the fear would seem even less reasonable if she had recognized my own capacity to not rape a child. Naw man, yer holdin yer big blue cock out there for all to see... or maybe it too closely resembles a weapon. Is there some way we can go to extreme lengths and cost to the taxpayer to further prevent this woman with child from actually growing up & accepting that some chaos and uncertainty IS actually a good thing.
No, men bad, women good. These princesses must not be forced against their will, to grow up and accept that life isn't all about castles and balls.
It seems easier and more practical to me to suggest personal responsibility for your own experience. It seems practical to me that you as experiencer, should hold that power.
I cannot speak to that woman's inner experience of me as a threat any more than she can to my experience of further demonization and alienation through the conduit of less than a seconds worth of awareness.
It seems fucking childish to make anyone else responsible for my emotional reaction to my outside experience. My shit is my shit.
