Without fear of being a misogynist, I must aver that I’m sick of women.
Not any particular woman– certainly not any of my dear readers of the fair sex, nor my friends and family and acquaintances– but the whole “women as ‘special'” two-dimensional media thing: their special drama, special biology, special needs, advertisements, accomplishments, celebrations, and bleeding-heart politics. I wrote all this earlier today and then Obama had to foist “Julia” on everyone. Enough!
Women in media are scolding me on the so-called news, telling me how to be happy like they are; they’re degrading men in advertisements, opining on the world stage, mewling about their relationships, their weight, their uterus, their rights, and their demands that the taxpayer do something for their awesomeness. They even have to be part of home improvement shows while they’re too skinny to haul a bag of cement mix up a driveway, and yet they have to bore me in an affected monotone about wainscots and eaves and cedar shingles. Blah-frickety-blah.
For the record, once again, let me say that I don’t ever need, much less want, to see a woman talking to me about men’s sports. Ever. As a woman I enjoy watching men being men, or even behaving like the boys they are at heart. Men at work. Men at play. Awesome and sexy. Don’t bring another woman into that fantasy, bee-yatch. I like to watch Mikey do dirty jobs because I just do. I like football and rugby because. Now go away, get outta my face and offa my television for at least one hour.
Someone please tell the women who want to be sportscasters for men’s sports that there is no market for their dream, except the affirmative action kind. ENOUGH already with the “woman’s point of view.” It’s suffocating even for other women.
I still don’t want to hear a tinny, pinched-voiced woman calling a car race or a horse race. No. They’re every freaking where I don’t want them to be asking a man how he feels about losing half a million in a fiery crash.
I don’t want to see women weight lifters, lumberjacks, or boxers. Don’t want to see them tossing the caber. The only Julia I want to see is the much-loved and much-missed Julia Child tossing a vinaigrette onto some greens.
I like everything about men and I think they deserve to be left alone from all the picky perfections that women imagine they want and need from a man. In real life, when men acquiesce and become what women think they want, women despise them as weak. Every time. In the movies, men are the sensitive hero or mild-mannered milquetoast that has made her dreams come true, or the oaf that has to learn a lesson in order to be worthy of the perfect princess. Gah. You and I know that real life doesn’t function like this but Hollywood is determined to rebuild simple minds into their image. (Which is why Jerry Springer is so horribly funny and popular; the women are truly awful, as women can certainly be.)
Guys, you do need a life-mate, a soul mate, but not an inmate! Today’s younger women have been raised against type, against nature, and against their own interests. The image they are given to mold their life after does not come from a chaste mother, but from an aging Hollywood cougar still trying to be a man. Still envying that penis.
If women were delightfully puzzling in earlier Hollywood outings, most of them are downright toxic now. It’s like they’ve been raised by wolves; almost feral in their phobias and callous in their regard for other human life. Disconnected from their very womb by pills, ovulation suppressants, and fabulous careers, they seek to make their men into children of their own imagination. Or make themselves child-like (MPDGs) or, if lucky, they have a man, a career, and children according to script. They laugh! They cry! They save lives and win court cases and change diapers and have.it.all. Heck, even their men have to be women.
These are the sorts of media-foisted women I am weary of; the willfully stupid, the gulliblly guided, the overwrought and overly self-impressed. The impossible templates of feminine success. They are overbearing and ever-present in our daily entertainment offerings and I think it’s about time to say, “enough!”
I don’t want to silence women on television for any reason, but I do want most of them to shut up for a lot of reasons. Your mileage may vary.