These are the journeys of the Starship Surprise boldly going bald as no one’s gone bald before, extending beyond your meagre imagination on voyage of exploration through the “Ho-Zone” (the place where that one sock disappears to after you’ve washed a pair in the washing machine).
I was out last night and was in my usual observant mode, when a thought skimmed the oute limits of my mind. And I asked myself a piercing question? Where are the “real” men? True enough there were a lot of males out there, but there were no men. All I was was “Macho-posturing”, muscles, and frankly things that were disturbingly odd.
I am known as a feminist, in the fact that I believe women in MOST (not all, but that is another rant for another time) cases superior, and that men are too warped by testosterone poisoning to be able to accomplish reasonable thought.
I tell males, and now I will generalise, “Just because you were born with that dangling bit of flesh betwixt your legs by and accident of birth, that does not a man of you make!”, per my definition, a man is someone who through his actions, understanding, compassion, and tolerance, a man is judged to be a man when he takes responsibility for his actions, and does what is right according to a universal conscience and not because a twisted sick society has forced him into a certain type of behaviour.
A man is someone who is secure and accepts diversity, and is not threatend by a woman (but rather enjoys the challenges she gives him), and is not at all worried when faced with someone of another persuasion than him (for he is secure in his sexuality). When I see those “pseudo-males” running around starting fights like as if we are still in the age of the troglodyte, it makes me want to take out an RPG or a flame thrower and incinerate them all. I am sick and tired of going out in this town to supposedly “the in place to be” and seeing spoilt brats starting fights, and starting fights under the misconception that a girl will look at him and think “O what a magnificent male this is!” WRONG SO WRONG! Here’s a little fact: Girls don’t like it when you put them in harms way, which is exactly what you are doing when you behave like a cave-man.
Men are those creatures with different faces so you can tell them apart, is a saying I once heard, unfortunately in many cases this rings true. Because when men and alcohol get into the mix, a man will tap into the collective subconsciousness and call upon the primordial Neanderthal in his past and start to bang his chest like some simian trying to establish alpha-male territory and ownership. Well, get over yourselves, the populace are not impressed.
And to those of the switch hitting teams and other persuasions, the “Friends of Dorothy”, there is nothing more amusing than seeing you guys all pumped up in you “manly” T-shirts (with a v collar going all the way down to your navel exposing a hairy chest) Sorry not stylish, and not tres manly! And when you open your mouth and a squeaky voice comes out, well it is all but laughable. And you look around and judge others as not up to standards, well maybe it is because they exceed your standards and you cannot see it when you are engulfed in a cloud of dust kicked up by them overtaking you and leaving you behind.
“Man an endangered species soon to be extinct, going the way of the dodo! Soon the only way to get some essence of manliness will be to extract it from a fossilised piece of Amber”
Thus endeth the rant for today!