I wasn't going to write this but, . . . men are apes. I'm awful for writing it, I know. . . . the truth hurts. I've witnessed numerous events that have only encouraged me continue this thought process. Let me start off with the obvious, the superficies. They are hairy, their arms are hairy, their legs are a jungle of hair, their backs have hair that could catch flies, and hair grows in places where hair should never grow. Men are not pretty, nor are the aesthetically appealing. Sure they can be masculine, but most men do not understand the true notions of masculinity and their misinterpretation of masculinity result in poor attempts like belching loudly (and disgustingly), stinking (although I'm sure most of them can't help it), talking loudly, pulling brainless stunts, et cetera. I always recall numerous institute activities where the my curiosity has only led to horrific memories. The first time it was a group of boys feeding rats to snakes in the middle of a parking lot on a Friday evening and the second was eating live goldfish out of a kiddie pool. What apes. And when I say that I don't mean that they are progressing along the Darwinian evolutionary line, they are just staying in their primitive state.
I guess all this sarcasm is spurred by my recent frustrations. When I try to be friendly to certain boys, for the sake of being friendly they act, for the lack of a better phrase, so friggin' weird. Is it really that difficult to speak to me. Maybe, but even so wouldn't some civility do us all well? Then there are those that give me the ickies no matter what I try to do to like them platonically. The other day I saw a guy smack another guys chest with his fists, not in retaliation or even in play fighting, but in greeting. He then shook his fists on the guys chest when he was asking him a question. All I could envision at that moment were apes jumping around beating one another's chests and screeching inaudible grunts. Blech. They look like apes, the act like apes, and as far as I can tell their brains can only process ideas of social relations very simplistically. I know these are all huge generalizations. But so what, guys ask me if I'm a feminist for having short hair. Um, excuse me? What kind of feminist do you speak of? Yes there are more than the lesbian type. And yes they have a deep and complex history. And yes the first feminist meetings were held in Utah under the LDS relief society. And yes feminists are about equal rights for women. Do you not like equal rights for women? Do you not respect us. Yes the LDS church preached equal rights and respect for women, do you not? Blech.
I think I ought to stop. :)
I guess all this sarcasm is spurred by my recent frustrations. When I try to be friendly to certain boys, for the sake of being friendly they act, for the lack of a better phrase, so friggin' weird. Is it really that difficult to speak to me. Maybe, but even so wouldn't some civility do us all well? Then there are those that give me the ickies no matter what I try to do to like them platonically. The other day I saw a guy smack another guys chest with his fists, not in retaliation or even in play fighting, but in greeting. He then shook his fists on the guys chest when he was asking him a question. All I could envision at that moment were apes jumping around beating one another's chests and screeching inaudible grunts. Blech. They look like apes, the act like apes, and as far as I can tell their brains can only process ideas of social relations very simplistically. I know these are all huge generalizations. But so what, guys ask me if I'm a feminist for having short hair. Um, excuse me? What kind of feminist do you speak of? Yes there are more than the lesbian type. And yes they have a deep and complex history. And yes the first feminist meetings were held in Utah under the LDS relief society. And yes feminists are about equal rights for women. Do you not like equal rights for women? Do you not respect us. Yes the LDS church preached equal rights and respect for women, do you not? Blech.
I think I ought to stop. :)
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