I noted the disappearance of Chris “Tingles Up And Down My Leg” Matthews from some Commie TV network (don’t watch any, no idea which one), but while I’m not sorry to see the asshole go, the reason why he “retired” (sexual harassment) just makes me want to reach for a new bottle of J&B. Here’s part of his farewell statement:
“Compliments on a woman’s appearance that some men, including me, might have once incorrectly thought were OK, were never OK. Not then and certainly not today.”
Apparently, Matthews said to some TV totty: “Why have I never fallen in love with you before?”
To me, that’s just about as big a compliment a man could pay a woman. Also, the fact that the septuagenarian Matthews said that signals that he was obviously not hitting on her — I mean, old guys say that kind of stuff to younger women all the time (“If I were thirty years younger, I’d ask you for a date” etc.) — and let me be crystal clear about this: such declarations are, and always have been, a compliment.
Of course, in today’s fucking ultra-sensitive #MeToo #KillAllMen #BelieveAllWomen #AndreaDworkinWorld, that’s seen as no different from pushing a woman against a wall and forcing her to feel your dick. (In another milieu, that outlook is little different from PETA’s “a rat is a dog is a boy” extremist equivalence.)
All I can say is that I’m glad that I don’t work for a modern corporation, nor will I ever again; and I’m also glad that I live in the South, where women still understand (and indeed practice) the subtle art of flirtation.
Because I’m not going to quit. As I’ve said many times in the past, I live for harmless flirting and complimenting women — it establishes my love for women and, more importantly, it stops me from treating women the same way I tend to treat men — harshly (because, duh, we’re men and that’s how we treat each other).
Even more than that: I can’t quit behaving with women the way I do; it’s as deeply ingrained in my character as my table manners — maybe more so — and without that subtle interplay with the other sex, I’d just become a caricature grumpy old man who hates everybody. (As it is, that attitude is never far from the surface at the best of times.) I’m not going to change just because it’s no longer acceptable to some women: I’m going to open doors for them, help them stow their luggage on an airliner, walk on the street-side of a sidewalk and yes, compliment them on their appearance and all the other stuff that I’ve done my entire adult life.
And quite frankly, if any woman has a problem with that, she can fuck right off. (That’s just a little taste of — to coin a phrase — the other side of Kim, and it’s not very pleasant.)
Oh, and to Chris Matthews: it’s always been okay to compliment a woman on her appearance; it’s just that in today’s pussified world, some self-appointed arbiters of Acceptable Behavior have changed the rules on us. Fuck ’em.
So let’s get out of its way, so to speak, with a little humor:
