You know, I look around and I see pretty much the whole world in cahoots about love and romance.
It makes me smell a rat.
The media - "ain't love grand."
The family - "ain't love grand."
The peer-group - "ain't love grand."
The politicos - "ain't love grand."
Instinct - "ain't love grand."
And yet, by far the second most popular pastime, after we have finished tootling around telling all and sundry
"That love thing yeah - it's just so damn grand isn't it..?" is...
Trashing the opposite sex.
As much as men love women, we also, at times, seem to hate their fucking guts. And as much as women love men, they also, quite a lot of the time, seem to hate our fucking guts too.
So which is it..? I don't see the media putting up billboards pushing things like "Give the women you co-habit with a black eye this christmas." My Dad never took me aside with a knowing wink and gave me the talk about "How to make a woman feel like three kinds of shit."
Society in its local and broader examples seldom, if ever, encourage me to "take that bitch down." Well, not outside of the rapmusic and divorce lawyer circles anyway.
So, howcome the "luvvy-duvvy, everyone's just so fucking equal it hurts" side of things has needed such a helping hand to promote it throughout society, and the "trash those fucking men/women" side of things almost none..?
It's like re-cycling, and non-smoking. In a perfect world, I'd smoke a hundred fags a day and buy disposable cars to drive to the off-licence and back. I'd eat baby pandas and throw the heads away. I would guiltlessly consume, just like we did in the seventies/eighties, when global warming was a myth, cigarettes were good for you, AIDS was only something to do with hearing, and greed was good. We all would. Fuck it, we all did.
Love and equality needs the hard sell, trashing the opposition, doesn't. From which I would conclude, that men and women, save for sex and reproduction are pretty much diametrically opposed.
Throughout the eons, women have needed the cock, and men the womb. Without that insurrmountable stumbling block, it would have been intra-species war, and we wouldn't have ever had this conversation. Either all the men would be dead, and the world would be covered in throw-cushions and empty nail-polish containers, or women would be history and the world would be covered in broken engine parts and back issues of guns and ammo.
And about this whole "It's not looks, it's people's minds that matter." bullshit.
If all of us really put the compatability of someone's mind over the sexual/baby side of things, the whole world would be gay.
(I believe the saying goes: "Boy, I'm glad I got that outta my system.")
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