The Commerce of Madness
I had a conversation with one of my more favorite cohorts the other day about a particular business with which we are both familiar. We are both incredulous at how many bad decisions are made on a daily basis and how no consequence ever seems to come of it. At one point, he dubbed it insanity per the definition of “doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
Maybe it’s masochism, but I am sometimes compelled to pore over the shit that is purveyed to women about men. Insipid, shallow, stereotypical drivel like: 5 Types of Guys to Avoid at all Costs and 10 Things he’s Thinking when he Sees you Naked.
Now, do I agree that Bluetooth- and popped-collar multi-polo shirt-wearing douchenozzle cuntbags aren’t worth a woman’s time? Yes. Absolutely. But this article doesn’t share anything insightful at all … and it doesn’t call women out for their habitually stupid behavior of going for exactly the guys they complain about. All the while these insane — per definition above — women decry the lack of good men out there, while intentionally overlooking the ones that fit the criteria they condemn the dipshits for lacking.
I’m not going to lie and say this bullshit feminine mentality doesn’t piss me the fuck off. It does. It makes me goddamned irate. Partly because of being passed on by women I fancied and partly because proliferating this shallow mindset depletes the number of women who don’t subscribe to it. If anyone wants to cite the second point as faulty, go right ahead … but I assert that getting the hooks into young girls with Cosmopolitan and all the other bullshit tween- and teen-centric drivel is responsible for programming girls to be devoid of self-esteem and ignorant of the value of anything beyond the superficial.
The comments in the “Five Guys to Avoid” piece support my belief. The sheer number of “How true!” responses is painful. It saps me of hope for humanity. It makes me glad I’m not single. It’s a great motivator to never want to strike back out into the dating pool because of all the shit that’s floating in it.
The saddest part of dating in general is — because the dating pool is so shit-ridden — that anyone who has ever ventured into it is going to be covered in shit, even the people who are worthwhile. In fact, the biggest distinction between those who are worthwhile and those who are not is that the worthwhile are merely covered in shit. The worthless are comprised of it.
Still, it’s demoralizing that most people seem incapable of recognizing a piece of shit when it floats over to them … it’s even more exasperating that many girls will actually take on a total piece of shit in lieu of something with promise.
Deep down, maybe promise isn’t what most people — regardless of gender — are looking for. Maybe people really want to be treated like garbage, perhaps have affirmed their worst misgivings about their lack of self-worth. And once they’re completely used up and passed around and emotionally depleted from the repeated bludgeoning of rejection and abuse … well, it’s time to get married, I guess.
The “10 Things a Guy thinks when he sees you Naked” photo gallery? It might be hilarious if it wasn’t so insultingly half-true. How about something really hard-hitting like “Wow, her tits are really saggy” or “I didn’t notice that gut when she was wearing clothes” or “God, her ass looks so much better in her jeans.”
I guess those things would never make it into something to be consumed by women because it might be too jarring a blow — a hammer blow — to the self-esteem that is better undermined by subtly chipping it away.
Ah, the science of fucking people for life. The delicate art. Sometimes I wonder whether the people who proffer this smut lack any semblance of self-consciousness or if they just suppress their introspective ability so they can live with themselves. It seems a given that there is an ignorance buffer around the abysmal pit of most people’s souls, else the suicide rate would be so much higher.
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