To speak about women at the expense of men is the fastest way to oblivion for them both.
It seems odd to me that the topic of what one eats is a core issue with most women that I talk to. But not men! Men go along with this topic when in conversation with women. But for the most part, if they are not ‘mama’s boys metro-sexuals or ‘mangina’s’, they eat what is in front of them. Some enjoying cuisine somewhat better than others in terms of health. But for the most part without any guilt attached. Women are always guilty! Always denying themselves but inevitably binging. Especially when they think no one is around to expose them? The no one being other binge’r’s or consensus based sycophants that they hold in no esteem. I recently read a survey that mentioned of all the problems that are considered currently most pressing in the world to women, their weight remains at the top of the list. This certainly is not a similar obsession shared by men who are more accepting of themselves in this regard, as well as of their spouse’s burgeoning physical dimensions. Women are always perpetually out there looking for the perfection of a Mr. Goodbar. If not in actual truth, then in their fantasies. Men just want to get laid! Something that translates not necessarily directly into sex, but simple intimacy in companionship. Women are caught up in the game of Diana and the Golden Apples. Find a guy that was originally considered perfect but now in some way ‘fallen’, and then find some flashy diversion to encourage him to work past what she sees as his flaws so that he can win her in spite of her self by the rules of some imaginary arbitrary contest, that in point of fact, she has cooked up. Woe betide those men who fall into this trap and stop behaving like men!
The heroines of the Bible are superficially portrayed as innocent by simple fact of their basic natures as the source of parables. Something very Jewish! The mother is the matriarch in a Jewish family and cornerstone of this historically persistent cult. She, like all mothers, is primarily responsible for instilling the fundamental POV’s of the males that exit her womb. [check out the Hollywood admission of the same in “Terminator Salvation” where the source consciousness of the overall machine society IS A WOMAN!] Current American society is based upon the Jewish Socialist model as instituted by the advisory influence of Edward Bernaise [cousin of Sigmund Freud] that supplants ‘necessity’ with ‘lifestyle‘. Hollywood was the society changing engine financed primarily by Wall Street based middle European emigre’s to fund this propaganda rich institution. Society transformed from a fundamentally utilitarian ethos into a cornucopia for acceding to the desires for guilt free pleasure serving women. Thus everyone here who seems superficially independent actually behaves as if they are part of a pack of minnows. Their faux independent spirit demonstrated publicly these days being solely in the realm of commercial expenditures and not moral or intellectual acts. In Europe it seems, ‘courage‘ in this respect is more just a display of local intellectual dominance to one’s own immediate fellows. But it’s effect is groomed away by sticking to the reigning consensus established by a female oriented society. Beauty is not singly the province of old well-maintained architecture, or locked away each night exclusively in art museums, but all around us and in ourselves exactly in the way we functionally are. Ugliness however is our own personal creation! Something based on recycling habit with an obsessive unwillingness to go with the flow of the immediacy found in our own surroundings. Where is the right or wrong in that? No one lives forever but that does not mean that one must race along the aisles of the supermarket of life tumbling every product in sight down into one’s own cart. When one thinks about this totality, the gulf of angst prevalent between men and women both directly with each other as well as indirectly through society, it is that childish fearful persistence to not end up being the one with all the toys in a room full of other children who equally possess the same mindset. One always has the option to let the others fight over it for one can always play with twigs and find marvels within the mud.
Men ARE better lovers than women. They have more capacity to do so! Why? Women set themselves up as objects with an underlying obsession of always being perfect. Perfect in terms of being desirable. Not necessarily for men, but society at large. Men on the other hand are expected to always perform. Their mother’s schooling post the womb train them to inevitably be so. In light of overall society, they are as indispensable as short passing chapters in a serial episodes of of a commercially produced romance novel. The central elusive male character always out of reach for some strange inexplicable reason that directly reveals the insecurities of the woman. Thus the ‘he‘ can easily translate to a villain, a lost love reminding of personal failure, or just an empty headed jerk. Where this current era is fascinated by a Salome character which is popularly accorded more legitimacy for ‘her‘ actions these days. It also brings forth her weakest flaws. She becomes obsessed in the temporal present with a guy that is conveniently confined to a prison by her [sugar] ‘daddy‘ who wants to molest her. But like a contemporary Harvey Weinstein in those many recent tales of well-rewarded despoiled starlets, she is always able to rely on the use of a little erotic dancing now and again to schmooze the old man. She gets to cut off the head of the other schmuck who is at the mercy of them both. Why? because he isn’t perfect enough to want to be a king. Or, another like-same celestial entity. But merely a guy who can recognize the wonder of same. This makes him an extraordinary individual as well as a pain in the ass.
For men, Don Juan (Don Giovanni) is the point of obsession! Certainly not a Gilgamesh who has compromising self-personality issues with an Enkidu but one who falls hook line and sinker for the promise of his reigning superstructure only to be stripped of immortality by falling for the show’s main attraction in the guise of a carnival midway painted lady [AKA., Ishtar]. But the Don Juan meme is a serial romancer that treats women the way that they wish to be, as prizes. The problem for these women is that they want to believe that they as that prize is the ‘be all end all‘, which biologically speaking they are not. Nature expects the bee to visit as many flowers as it has energy for. Society is a female invention. A conglomerate of interests based equally upon the runaway obsession of men to “get all the bitches!“, as well as the desire of these ‘prizes’ to be obtained in a manner according to their liking. Sort of like an old tired bull or gorilla trying to prevent his harem and his rivals from fraternizing with each other. Don Juan solves this problem by remaining seamlessly fluid and ultimately being a functional moral Chameleon. A personage ever appropriate to the surroundings with his eye on he goal of getting all HIS desires met. Can there be any wonder in the fact that within this mythic recitation that a material object, supposedly from his past, come back to haunt him in the form of a ‘festin d’pierre‘ [block of stone]? That age old demand for him to inscribe himself and his character for all times and the sake of ‘history‘ as another male martyr. The fact being that he is anything but! In reality the demand of (female structured) society for him to build her a (house) temple and maintain the inertia of universal (primogeniture?) stability. He is sent down into hell (or threatened with it). Hell in his case effectively being to be incarcerated within the modicum of stability forever under the thumb of a single female [the real Devil]. Biologically in terms of the natural world of universal chaos, the default nature’s of each when in balance to each other makes perfect sense in terms of producing enough viable offspring. In the regimented artificiality of a constant fractious ‘push and pull‘ society where one is out of balance with the other, total imminent impending disaster. Men being considered both disposable and renewable resources to women in both an emotional and biological sense of the same [the possession and control of the womb being the final arbiter]. Women by themselves alone in an endless struggle competitively maintaining their status among their own kind being ultimately self-defeating through brief but endless demonstrations of personal mastery of their ever effervescent often uncontrollable vicarious emotions. This present day modern era perfectly exhibiting this obsession of so many not satisfied with their own biological roles as women alone but obsessed with assuming control of all by absconding with the roles once ceded to men but now claiming them as their own exclusive territory.
All this based upon the prevailing sense of manufactured fear that drives respective personal insecurities caused by the willful structuring of a society that has no moral foundation [AKA., Socialism]. “The ends always justify the means!” Though all these ‘ends’ are perpetually unobtainable due to their being totally unrealistic. One cannot get Salome along with all the other female archetype’s off the hook by saving them from their less than seemly longstanding public reputations. The same critique being equally applicable to their male counterparts. But then, the men are really not expected to live up to the same high standards today because by the standards of current society, THEY ARE COMPLETELY REPLACEABLE! No temples? No fraternization! Unhappy women! = Unhappy men. That is the current halcyon moment of this present world epoch. Perhaps that is why machine inspired androgyny is such a hot topic. Especially in that Frank Baum sense of an incomplete ensemble of straw men, tin men, presupposing ‘lions‘ in consort with prepubescent little girls. That is the modeled perfection of childhood! One, which of course, is pure fantasy, illusion and ultimately bullshit.