"Love is the delightful interval between meeting a beautiful girl and discovering that she looks like a haddock." -- John Barrymore
Well, that's pretty funny.
I've noticed, though, that a thing I have heard from men several times is: "My ex-wife... we just couldn't live together... man, is she beautiful though."
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"My ex-wife... we just couldn't live together... man, is she beautiful though."
love is dung between the flesh. most of them are self-serving harlots who own the vagina you want. love, yeah, right. it's not worth the pain that eventually lies beneath the carnal.
they're all prostitutes in the end. you pay for it either way.
love is an illusion like everything else in this damn world of cement and stone.
All right, Jack. I hope you never get cynical on us.
Aww, what a lovely way of putting it!
Never wanted a vagina though.
I hear that the sex you pay for, is often a lot cheaper than the sex you get for free.
I think the typical Western pair-bond is in trouble. This particular thread on Eolake's blog addresses, perhaps unwittingly, the disappointment many males feel for the "usual" female treatment. I tend to describe it as "the princess syndrome" and I'm sure a lot of you know what I'm getting at.
To the briefest of contraries, I was happy to read a thread at a gentlemen's forum (on traditional wet shaving, of all things!) where lots of middle-aged North American guys chimed in about how indispensible they felt their wives were. "I could'nt live without her," or even, "I can't SLEEP without her," were regular refrains. It was kind of nice to see that, on an internet that so often includes nothing but the cynical Gen-X component of life.
I do believe North American, and in general Western materialist-society, women are really shooting themselves in the feet. There's a type of refusal to cooperate -- that, if they do something which is designed to please a man, then they've somehow "let down the sisterhood." I wouldn't even call it some form of feminism, even though many disgruntled men will describe it as such. I'd just say it's childish arrogance (and then the pseudo-intellectual "feminist" monicker is tacked onto it as a rationalization after the fact).
How did we, as a society, end up with such a frivolous, flighty 50% of our populace? The men I know are good, bad, or indifferent, and busy just trying to muddle through as best they can. The women I know are hateful, and deliberately harm themselves and the men whom they know. This is sad. One particular tactic I notice is the act of "rewarding bad behavior." If the guy is sweet, she won't "let" him have access to her; but if he puts on an arrogant bad-boy act, then "it doesn't matter" what she does with him. Later she hates herself for having "slept around" and enjoyed it. The story goes on -- but it's not something previous generations can really attest to.
Maybe it's just growing pains. We've shattered the old molds of what women were "supposed" to do, but we haven't created anything just as good, but new, for them to fulfill yet. So they try to "have it all," which is just, in the long run, nothing but selfishness.
If I ever meet a woman whom I think of as both (a) attractive and interested in me and (b) a responsible, decent human, I'll certainly try to marry her.
That John Barrymore, ever the smooth-talking poet. ;-)
TTL said...
"Never wanted a vagina though."
Me neither. No "vagina envy" here. I'm quite happy already with being able to USE one. ;-)
It's either this or that, after all; can't have both. The trick is, you've got to know how to make the vagina happy of being used. Or, more aptly, of sharing happiness with you, because it's give and take. Selfishness brings loneliness.
Final Identity said...
"I hear that the sex you pay for, is often a lot cheaper than the sex you get for free."
Lucky for us you're not the cynical type either, eh? ;-)
Take it from someone who knows perfectly well how it feels to be shunned: you need to find the right one, that's all. I'm still searching, but I see some people who have found their affective Grail.
The most precious things in life seldom come without some effort. You need to take risks. To smell the rose, you must come close to the thorns, and sometimes endure getting prickled. Sometimes. Not always.
(Side note: by rose and thorns, I do not mean women, but love itself.)
Find me naive if you wish, but I am in love. I just haven't met yet the woman I'm in love with. Merely a detail hidden by an illusion named the Universe. :-)
I can feel her out there. Is she also searching for me? Or is she still unaware of the marvels that await us together?
Each balanced individual is complete. But love is not a void to be filled. It's something NORE than the person, a grander project to be created together. From the mere glimpses I have had through the clouds, I can see it already.
most of them are self-serving harlots who own the vagina you want.
so very true sir jack. couldn't have said it better myself. that two inch crack can cost a man a lifetime of misery and sorrow.
no sense beating around the bush, no pun intended.
discard them after 90 days, by then they start whining about a ring then an alter of slavery. but run like the cheetah, fast!
Jack and Expires...
Lol, is this a contest to see who can be more dramatic? Hey, I've been hurt before too, but I've never allowed the pain to overwelm my love for life, and certainly never let it overwelm my desire to flirt with girls. Most of my friends happen to be female, one of which is an ex that I was in a very serious relationship with. If I can get through that and move on with my life, I'm sure you can.
Hmm, I guess I'm luckier than I thought. I've landed one of the few good ones.
I stuck with a bad relationship when I was much younger, falling for all the cliched claptrap in popular music and movies; remember Pat Benetars "Love is a battlefield".
I even have a friend who thinks the strife is part of what makes it vital. To quote Fred Gwynns character in "The Trouble With Harry" "marriage is a comfortable way to spend the winter". I've found it a comfortable way to spend the last 11 years, with 3 years together before that even.
So, been there, done that, and found what's real. Like Marge and Norm in "Fargo", a truer romance than Maxim and the new Mrs DeWinter in "Rebecca".
I don't actually think of myself as "someone who has been hurt before" or as a rather cynical person. I have a rather optimistic outlook on life, in general, and people would call me a "hail fellow well met" and certainly someone who is socially (and romantically) often outgoig and happy. Maybe my comments about the reality, as I perceive it, of the current disaster in middle-class North American "mainstream" romance -- and pinning it on the women -- sounds like it has a tone of cynicism.
To the contrary, I'm not really feeling "negative" about women at all. Since I hold all humans up to a verifiable standard of decency, and think that women as well as men can actually behave in a manner that recognizes personal and social responsibility (among other moral requirements), I think my personal moral viewpoint is actually quite OPTIMISTIC about females.
Were I instead simply standing here and saying, "They're broken, they don't do the right thing, and I know how to have sex with them and get my rocks off by means of exploiting their weaknesses," well, THEN I'd be a cynic. But I'm not. I'm saying, "We have a historical blip here, in which they're broken, in general. But I have faith they can improve, that they have been better at other times, that elsewhere in other cultures right now they're probably better ..."
That makes me a nice friendly optimist with a perceived disappointment about one specific social and historical context.
Funny, often people see me (or someone else) saying, "I dislike X subset of Y," and yet they hear, "I dislike Y."
Let's try to make things simpler: everybody who have NOT been hurt before, please raise their hands.
"Most of my friends happen to be female, one of which is an ex that I was in a very serious relationship with."
Welcome to the club, Jes!
(raises hand)*
* depending on definition of "hurt before" and, with caveat that distinguishing among varying levels of "understanding" and "bitterness" is the real point of the "hurt before" query
My, we have one very well-behaved student in this class. :-)
"and discovering that she looks like a haddock."
Does he mean, like this guy? (Jeepers!)
Did you say Captain Archibald Haddock? Now there's a guy who understands a thing or two about Rhum. In my teens I switched from light Bacardi to dark Rhum just following Haddock's example. Later, after Hergé died, I switched back to Bacardi but that's a different story.
Haddock rulez, I say. And you should, too.
What a rum customer you.
TTL said...
"Haddock rulez, I say. And you should, too."
Have no worries, my friend.
Blue blistering barnacles, I rule too! :-)
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