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i HATE, i HATE....

Sometimes, I don’t like women. They irritate me. I think they are double-faced and hypocritical at worst, and mindlessly confused at best.

Most times they don’t know what they want - from themselves, the world, life in general, etc.; So obviously, they don’t know what they want from men they are involved with. Given that, they have an awful lot to complain about.

(If you don’t know what you want, how do you know you are not getting it?)

First of all, there is a very strong truth to the idea that you teach people how to treat you. So, if a man doesn’t respect a woman, she must step back and think: ‘What have I done that made it acceptable for him to treat me that way?’ But no. Why should there be any kind of intelligent introspection? It’s just easier to call men dogs, liars, cheats, bastards, scums, etc.

I mean, who gets involved with married men and not expect complications? Forget about moral rectitude and all that, but just the brainlessness of it. The man is lawfully wedded to someone, he is one step away from attracting criminal liability with his actions, he deceives, keeps things under wraps, hems and haws like a see-saw...and the woman generally has the notion that he is supposed to brighten up her life? Yep. The man is this, that, and the other. And it is all his fault. Because he dangled like a tempting forbidden fruit and how can one use the good sense to not complicate matters, right?

Where exactly is the empowerment in passing the buck? How can anyone who is reasonably mindful of that pseudo-stockinged term ‘liberation’ not even THINK that maybe, just maybe, she has brought it on to herself. Somewhere between the scumbag inhabiting the crevices in a urinal and later becoming an intrinsic part of a woman’s life, she made a choice. To want him and have him. She chose to be where she is.

And suddenly, when he is wrapped all around her like a public-toilet stench, there begins the rant - all men are d***, all men are ch****. Well, if they are, then it was a perfect match, wasn’t it?

Also, for all that vapid vehemence, one would think that women look down upon men. That becomes a muddled mess when you witness how clingy, desperate, and needy they become for a man. Of course, the men never know that because the women are always strong and in-control in front of them. But once the guys are out of sight, and once those women are in the company of other women, all that wailing neediness pours out. Why? Why must you inflict the very worst of your self, that immensely annoying pitiable state on another one of your kind? Oh wait, because birds of a feather, etc. etc.

There is this seminal piece of sociological literature on the trends of urban womanhood. It’s called ‘Sex and the City’. There are unnerving insights on what it is to be educated, employed, rich, maybe good-looking, urban, and woman. In short, what all that makes you is immensely avoidable.

It’s very easy to dismiss off ‘Sex and the City’ as garbage. It is probably that, but personally, I have seen some merit in the way it has catalogued and profiled certain mindsets. But even if it is trash, one may need to think - where does trash come from? From something that was good, wholesome and useful at one time, right?

Earning a paycheck is like a license to gloat and bull-doze over other people’s feelings. It becomes an arena to belittle those who do not earn money - such as maybe a partner who is studying or a friend who has decided to stay at home after having children or a sister who decides to not go back to work because she wants to enjoy marital bliss.

Then there is this whole charade of how a woman is in control of her own body, how virginity is for the wall-flowers, and it’s some sort of a championship victory if you lay so and so. When does one become that way? If you bloody smoke and drink and eat like a glut and don’t have the basic awareness of shutting your face when you are full or becoming anorexic, you have the cheek to say you are ‘in control’ of your body? Why? Just because you have had sex so many times with so many people? THAT’S the bottom-line of being in charge of your sexuality?

Then there is that trembling mirage - the marriageable age. That’s akin to global warming, when steadily, seemingly imperceptibly, something inside a woman melts - namely the brain, and then the spine. And then, when they are all wishy-pulpy-washy, they can’t stand themselves (who can blame them). So, who is responsible for this unfortunate state of affairs? Men. And then ‘SOCIETY’. Suddenly, one hears a lot of talk about ‘social conditioning’ and how there is this ‘pressure’ to marry. I mean, you were educated enough to know how to take charge of yourself. You learnt how to read and write and drive and swim. You learnt to hold your own against the world, you learnt to alienate your family for a career, you learnt to peddle your brains and brawns with the best. And then, as you get closer to using the fulcrum of all this, suddenly, you decide to go phut! Because of some imaginary societal pressure which would rather not get in the way of anything so cantankerous, negative, waspy, and bitter.

There is an elaborate web of how the ‘society’ wants women to marry, but the truth is that they want to get hitched. Badly. If a woman is naĂŻve enough to be honest to admit this, she is regressive. If a woman is tough enough to genuinely decry this, she is a hypocrite.

It’s pathetic how many words a 30 something woman will waste to go over an incident of how a man looked at her so or talked on the phone like that. And after all that talk, they’ll turn around and say ‘Oh! Men are so blah!’

Really? Would’ve been more believable if the drool didn’t dribble down the coral-pink lips.

Women then go on this trip of male bashing and yet make male behaviour their yardstick for right and wrong. Adultery is more acceptable because men do it. Avarice is appealing because men are that way. Superficiality is a good place to be because it has served men well. How can you denounce something that you obsess over so much?

With such crippling complexities, did women really need men to make life miserable? They managed to suck in the rot by themselves pretty well.

Suffice to say, women tire me. I don’t like them. And I don’t like men either. They are worse than women because they are boring. It’s so useless to get riled.

I only like babies. They are uncomplicated. Sure, they need you to survive, but catch them admitting that. No. They will howl and wail and give a LOUD cry to make you attend to them. That’s the spirit! You ought to consider yourself lucky to be washing my poop.

And then there is the heartwarming gurgle. Simple, genuine, and unaffectated.

I wish I could move to another planet with all the golu babies and then, in a show of triumph, wave a red and white spotted diaper to this stupid Universe of women and men.

And to think, it takes such nincompoops to make babies in the first place.

Shit.

Comments

Altoid said…
:). I realize this is a rant, but couldnt help smiling. So true that sometimes women are our own worst enemies. And that we are the ones that perpetuate the atrocities that we let men continue on. And finally blame men for being the cause. Definitely shameful.

Hopefully you feel better and take hope that there are "some" women who see this and try hard to not become so. We can only change ourselves.

--altoid
Leziblogger said…
Know what, while I was reading I was wondering how this post would end! You surprised me with the conclusion! Can't help smiling!

I have too many thoughts on too many things in this post! I am sure a lot of people would put diverse comments! I would rather love to sit back and enjoy the way this conversation shapes up!
Unknown said…
kya hua ... kisney kya keh diya .. it's ok baby .. it's ok. shit happens .. not always on a baby's cute bum .. :)
anumita said…
Ouch! What brought this on...?
Anonymous said…
Stay away from such free spirits!! :-)As they have no boundaries, so one day your husband too will not be out of bounds for them, though being madly in love with you, he will not reciprocate, but then they will give you REAL shit like not to JUDGE THEM, they are in it for sex ONLY.... :-) or you are unable to be a good wife...
Puranjoy said…
whatever brought that on, very good spirit.
btw, on a totally unrelated note, what's the name of the bungalow thingy in pondicherry? i want to be informed about it. that canoe sounds interesting.
"smuggling"--precious.
Anonymous said…
You have been
tagged again!

Congratulations! you're a thinking blogger.
Ashish Shakya said…
You'd make a good carpenter - hitting the nail on the head and all.

Ok that was a bad joke, but it's a good rant you have here. And the post before this was wondertastic!
Ashish Shakya said…
Oh and the funny bit...if a guy were to rant about women, he "doesn't understand them", but if a girl says the same, it's true.
P said…
Uh-Oh... that was some rant..
Jay Sun said…
Hmm...i guess when we care for someone a lot...and they let themselves down...it's a personal betrayal...

btw, in case you have not, do have a look at a book called "Why Men Love Bitches " by Sherry Argov...i think you will find it interesting... :)
Serendipity said…
:) All that made sense to me! Yeeaaay
I have arrived!
Anonymous said…
WOW!!! Would love have a behind the scenes look at this blog!(As a keen observer of human nature of course.)
doubtinggaurav said…
Itna bada rant :-)
the mad momma said…
loved this rant.. can i link up to it?!
Anonymous said…
sorry, although the article seem to talk a lot, I see this person mighty sad and unhappy finding an entire universe dirty n bitchy, hey buddy, all of us go through this ... but might be the case, you find your best pals ... forget the male/ female aspect ... find something new and talk about it ...
To find something appeasing, one has to merely dare ... not to complain but to work above it ...

If this was one big piece of joke or satire about human behavior, I shd say, the writer has a very different sense of humor ... anyways find happiness ...
unpredictable said…
:) Lou this. Linked up on my blog. Hope u dont mind.
Anonymous said…
what lovely writing! loved ur blog
Sleepy said…
Mmmm.. Nice write up.. quite surprising that you wrote about women. At the end of it, i feel even men are like that.. but interesting observations..

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