On Assholes
As often happens, I have noticed a trend.
This is, unlike many others, a very disturbing trend. It has to do with assholes. Specifically, assholes who are male. More specifically, males who behave like assholes in regards to women.
In thinking back over the last several years of my life, it seems that an extraordinarily high percentage of my female peers have been scarred by the substandard behavior of a male paramour. To get an idea of the amount of such girls, try this visualization. Take a football stadium filled with every girl that I have ever met. Then, add in all of their girlfriends, and their girlfriends. And their sisters. And cousins. And hated enemies. Then, have all of them asexually reproduce several times until the stadium is in a state that could only be described as 'awash' in female personages.
That gives you some idea.
I have several questions that have been spawned by this exercise in the appreciation of human filth. Several of them revolve around the judgment of the girls in question for even getting involved with the aforementioned scum. However, being myself familiar with the lapses in good sense that hormones and the wondrous magic of love can bring, I will refrain from passing judgment on the female side of the equation. Consider it a practice in good form. Which, of course, brings me to my real question:
Who the hell are these guys?
Forgive me if I'm being dense, but I am genuinely curious about this point. Where are the described assholes? I feel sure that I'm not friends with any of them, and I am friends with a lot of guys, at least in passing. It seems like I would encounter some of them at least from time to time.
Apparently, though (and bear in mind that I'm taking this a bit on faith), they do exist. There are guys who are manipulative. There are guys who lie. There are guys whose descriptions start out at neurotic and work up to insane. There are guys who cheat (and don't even get me started on these fuckers).
I can't help but wonder what must go through the heads of these paragons of social Machiavellianism. Pardon my naiveté, but I can't quite wrap my mind around the idea of a man laying next to a woman and plotting something that he know will hurt her. I can't understand the kind of mind that would allow a man to promise a girl one thing knowing that he will break that promise as soon as he gets what he wants. I can't imagine a man who could enter, live, and exit a relationship without the realization that if is she is not happy with it, then he can't be.
These are basic principles which seem to have been forgotten somewhere along the line by certain members of the male population. I would seek to offer hope to those who have painfully encountered this problem firsthand, and I would like to do it with as little pretentiousness and self-importance as possible. So take my word for it: I know good men. Honest, decent, fair, loving men. Chances are that several of them have read this blog. I can name names, and would in a heartbeat, should the situation require it. It is a small comfort in a small sense, but it is all I can offer to anyone, including myself.
And it's really all we have.
This is, unlike many others, a very disturbing trend. It has to do with assholes. Specifically, assholes who are male. More specifically, males who behave like assholes in regards to women.
In thinking back over the last several years of my life, it seems that an extraordinarily high percentage of my female peers have been scarred by the substandard behavior of a male paramour. To get an idea of the amount of such girls, try this visualization. Take a football stadium filled with every girl that I have ever met. Then, add in all of their girlfriends, and their girlfriends. And their sisters. And cousins. And hated enemies. Then, have all of them asexually reproduce several times until the stadium is in a state that could only be described as 'awash' in female personages.
That gives you some idea.
I have several questions that have been spawned by this exercise in the appreciation of human filth. Several of them revolve around the judgment of the girls in question for even getting involved with the aforementioned scum. However, being myself familiar with the lapses in good sense that hormones and the wondrous magic of love can bring, I will refrain from passing judgment on the female side of the equation. Consider it a practice in good form. Which, of course, brings me to my real question:
Who the hell are these guys?
Forgive me if I'm being dense, but I am genuinely curious about this point. Where are the described assholes? I feel sure that I'm not friends with any of them, and I am friends with a lot of guys, at least in passing. It seems like I would encounter some of them at least from time to time.
Apparently, though (and bear in mind that I'm taking this a bit on faith), they do exist. There are guys who are manipulative. There are guys who lie. There are guys whose descriptions start out at neurotic and work up to insane. There are guys who cheat (and don't even get me started on these fuckers).
I can't help but wonder what must go through the heads of these paragons of social Machiavellianism. Pardon my naiveté, but I can't quite wrap my mind around the idea of a man laying next to a woman and plotting something that he know will hurt her. I can't understand the kind of mind that would allow a man to promise a girl one thing knowing that he will break that promise as soon as he gets what he wants. I can't imagine a man who could enter, live, and exit a relationship without the realization that if is she is not happy with it, then he can't be.
These are basic principles which seem to have been forgotten somewhere along the line by certain members of the male population. I would seek to offer hope to those who have painfully encountered this problem firsthand, and I would like to do it with as little pretentiousness and self-importance as possible. So take my word for it: I know good men. Honest, decent, fair, loving men. Chances are that several of them have read this blog. I can name names, and would in a heartbeat, should the situation require it. It is a small comfort in a small sense, but it is all I can offer to anyone, including myself.
And it's really all we have.
posted by Will Jones at 11:14 PM
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