Category: Men & Women

Things that men and women do, sometimes to each other

So Much For That Trend

Men & Women, Sports

People have been moaning recently about how Gen Z kids aren’t having sex anymore, also seeming to prefer hanging out on porn websites or (worse) relying on A.I.-created partners for their jollies.

Well as it turns out, that’s apparently not true for all Gen Z kids:

The village where Winter Olympics athletes are staying in Milan has reportedly run out of condoms after slashing its supply from 300,000 to a mere 10,000.

I would have thought that the condom needs for just the Swedish Olympians would have emptied [sic]  that supply — the Swedes (Winter and Summer) being generally regarded as the most prolific users thereof — but hey, I guess the Olympics Committee was trying to save money or something.

I guess it’s also quite telling that these kids felt they could rely on “government” to take care of their every need.  (Without any proof, though, I’m pretty sure that most of the American kids brought their own supplies of said items with them — I know I would have, under such circumstances.)

And just to head one argument off at the pass, let’s at least acknowledge that when you throw a group of superbly-fit youngsters from all over the world together into confined quarters, they’re going to go at it like rabbits.  (And the organizers need to be kicked in the ass for thinking that these young Olympians were going to be any different from previous athletes.)

No need to spend time at PornHub or ai.com when you can have easy access to real-life willing bodies, after all.

Maybe Not

Men & Women

Them times sure are a-changing… just not quite how Dylan envisaged it:

Tabitha Willett has sparked debate as she criticized ‘commuting men on their phones’ for not offering her a train seat – despite wearing a ‘baby on board’ badge. 

The Made In Chelsea star, 33, who is expecting her second child, took to Instagram on Tuesday to tell London commuters to ‘do better’. 

Sharing a short video of a busy train showing a number of people sitting and standing on their phones, Tabitha penned: ‘I don’t want to be a moan but… 

‘On the way back from the school run and a carriage full of men on their phones and no one stood up for a pregnant woman with a badge or elderly couple next to me. 

‘Do better London’.

Not gonna happen.

I mean, I myself will always stand up to offer my seat to a woman, pregnant or not.  But I’m not a younger man who’s had the shit kicked out of me since childhood by the public school system, by the media and by women in general for my toxic masculinity and frequent screams of “we can do anything that men can do”.

Well then, young men might say, you can bloody well stand on the train when there aren’t any open seats, just like men do.

And let’s be honest:  that passive-aggressive button (“Baby On Board”?  give me strength) isn’t going to help matters.

Back in the day, of course, such boorish and selfish behavior from younger men would have sparked a response from other men in the railway carriage, said miscreants being hoisted out of their seat by the collar, with maybe a few solid cuffs to the head thrown in.

Now?  No chance, chickie.

And you can think your ultra-feministicals for that, because men have a simple response for when the rules of the game are changed to their detriment:  they just stop playing.

Manners and courtesy, you see, have always been an indulgence and not a duty.  And the days of indulgence are over.

Like I said:  I’m not going to change;  the habits and manners of a lifetime are too ingrained in me for that simple rejection.  But when young men have never been taught those simple manners, those lubricants of polite society, and even been chided that said manners are arrogant and prime examples of The Patriarchy / Toxic Masculinity…

Well, they’re just going to stay in their seats.  As they should.

Lifetime Curse

Men & Women

I have written elsewhere that most of my problems in life have generally stemmed from three sources, which on occasion have overlapped substantially:

  • my total inability to accept authority figures and/or their pissy little rules
  • my stubbornness and refusal to respond (positively) to ultimatums
  • my love of the female of the species

The first two are pretty self-explanatory, but as for the third… well, it has various layers.

My infatuation with the female sex was documented at an early age.  In first grade I became infatuated with a lovely Jewish girl named Lynette, and tried for ages to get her to kiss me, but to no avail.  With that abject failure to guide me, I left off any kind of physical approach for years thereafter, but the infatuation for for the opposite sex stayed with me.

I kissed a girl for the first time at age 13, while on our annual summer holiday on the Natal north coast.  (Thanks, Ingrid!)  That a very attractive blonde Dutch girl allowed me to kiss her, nay even to French kiss her, made me realize that maybe just maybe things weren’t going to be horrible and I wasn’t going to end up, in today’s terminology, as an incel.

At age 14, my housemaster referred to my attitude (correctly) as “cherchez la femme ” — I wasn’t even aware of it, but he obviously saw the signs:  longing glances at the few female teachers at our boarding school, and the fact that I was one of the first guys in my class to actually have a steady girlfriend (hi, Ethne!) who nearly got me into serious trouble when a teacher caught me making out with her not clandestinely but right out in the open at a school rugby match.  Luckily for me, he was a cool teacher and just told me to stop doing that (as opposed to shopping me to my housemaster, which would have ended badly — caning, suspension, you get my drift).

I once faked an injury to avoid playing a weekend sports match against a rival school, just so that I could skip school and go to the movies with my girlfriend — as I recall, the fourth or fifth after Ethne (hi, Althea!  or was it Bridget?).  Sadly, I was busted by another teacher who saw me holding her hand at the bus stop;  and guessing (correctly) that I didn’t have a “pass” (we called them an exeat ) to leave the school grounds, he turned me over to my housemaster who promptly flogged me and “gated” me (kept me at school over the weekend) for three full weeks.

I’ve already told about the time when, in my final year at high school, I was found to have entertained my girlfriend in my dorm room — as it turned out, quite innocently in that there was no romantic activity, but which very nearly got me expelled.

And on and on it went over the years thereafter:  a catalogue of romantic catastrophes, broken hearts, failed relationships, infidelities, divorces etc.

All driven by my insatiable infatuation with women.  Fortunately, as I’ve got older, the problem has become milder (thank gawd) but I still love women, even though the actual interaction with them has softened to merely flirting (a constant source of irritation to New Wife, who is blessedly aware that it’s quite harmless).  Here’s an example (and it’s quite harmless, as you will see).

I was shopping at the supermarket some time ago, and as it happened, on the list was a female-oriented product which I was unable to locate.  (Not sanitary protection, of course — I know where to find that — but it was something like a sewing kit or maybe needles.)  Because I’m a man, I don’t ask for directions and in any event, the store people were nowhere in evidence and I wasn’t going to go searching for a specimen.  But there was a woman shopping in the aisle, so I walked up to her and said, “Excuse me:  I’m sorry to bother you but you are a lady — a very attractive lady, by the way, but that’s a topic for another time — and so you probably know where I can find [this product].  Can you help me?”

Of course, this being in the South, she was properly appreciative of the compliment and didn’t think I was oppressing her or trying to rape her or whatever the Modern Delusional Woman thinks when confronted with this kind of situation.   Instead, she smiled (dimples!), thanked me for the compliment, and told me where  to find the thing.  And that was the end of it.  (By the way, she wasn’t very attractive, but hell, it cost me nothing and might have made her day, so whatever.)  Just an innocent encounter, with no ulterior motive whatsoever.  (Had this happened when I was in my twenties… well.)

This behavior has persisted even into my advanced years.  I call it Vestigial Testosterone Syndrome (VTS):  vestigial because it’s not the raging forest fire of my youth, but yet there are still a few embers glowing amongst the ashes.

I can’t even stop looking at attractive women when I’m out and about.  The habit is completely ingrained at this point, and I’ll probably never stop.  On my deathbed I’ll doubtless be flirting with the nurse.

It’s not some kind of leering silliness, either.  I appreciate the female form in all its beauty and wonder, much as I appreciate a nice-looking car, or a painting.  It’s beauty — sometimes flawed, sometimes exquisite — and I love it, all of it.

If this causes some people to have the modern-day apoplexy at my gall in having male tendencies, I don’t care.

Which, come to think of it, may well be a fourth trait of my personality to cause me trouble:  my total indifference towards other people’s opinions of me and my actions.

Pussification Without All That Swearing

Control Freaks, Men & Women

Doug Ross has put together an invaluable series of charts explaining the feminization of our society.

He’s probably one of the most incisive bloggers on Teh Intarwebz.

My favorite (in an ironic sense):

From a personal perspective, I know for a fact that I couldn’t work in any of today’s corporations:  I’d be fired before midday on Day One.  What makes it all the more galling is that I also know for a fact that I would be a more competent manager — even at my advanced age — than pretty much any corporate VP of today… provided that I’d be allowed to actually, you know, manage.

Avoidance

Men & Women

From a Deep Thinker:

“Young men prefer to avoid their female peers.  It’s unpleasant and, if the women view an errant look or bad date or breakup as ‘rape,’ it’s also dangerous.  If you have internet pornography to satisfy your sexual needs, internet games to satisfy every young man’s natural desire for adrenaline, and legal pot to make all the pain go away, who needs women?”

Not to mention having to exist in a gynocentric atmosphere in almost every social institution — schools, workplaces and so on — where the male instincts of risk-taking, adventure and creativity have been ruthlessly suppressed so that men can be… more like women.

One more time:  of course I’m not suggesting that risk-taking, adventure and creativity etc. are the sole preserve of men — that’s a common feministical trope, and of course that would be… what’s the term I’m thinking of?  Oh yeah:  total bollocks.  But even the most superficial observation of the human condition will show that men are more likely, for example, to be risk-takers while women are more likely to be risk-averse.

So if you can’t do that kind of thing in real life, the next best thing is to simulate it — I remember reading somewhere that Call Of Duty, for example, has an 80% male gamer profile, and I bet that the Formula 1 simulation games have a similar profile.

And yeah, you don’t need a female partner for that activity, any more than if you’re indulging yourself in a little porn-watching.

I’m not sure that this male-female schism would have worked for me back when I was in my teens and twenties, but then again I didn’t grow up in this toxic environment, and anyway, back then girls and women were a lot more grownup than today’s crop of frail, weeping faeries.  (Probably the most cutting comeback I’ve ever seen was a guy’s description of one such creature as a “Fleshlight that cries.”  Sheesh.)

I don’t know how this all is going to play out;  I suspect badly, and it seems that at some point women are going to choose more masculine men — or a grotesque and dangerous parody thereof, most likely of the Third World genus.  Hell, I think that’s already happening in countries where the native menfolk have become terminally feminized — the Scandinavian countries come to mind, here — and the results there are not grounds for optimism.

I’d really like to think I’m wrong about all this, but I suspect that I’m not.  More’s the pity.

Random Beefcake

Good Stuff, Men & Women

This little thing was sent to me by a longtime lady friend back in Seffrica.  (Just to elucidate, “Visagie’ is a common Afrikaans name.)

It’s for my long-suffering Lady Readers, who are woefully neglected on this back porch when it comes to eye candy:

For my Gentleman [sic]  Readers:  these are the kind of guys (and their families) who are being welcomed as refugees into the U.S. by the Trump Administration.  Once they qualify to vote, I don’t think they’ll be voting for the socialists anytime soon.

Which is why the Commies are screaming so loudly, even though their actual numbers are small.