WARNING: All my woman readers. You will be offended today. I apologize in advance.
I used to say, “I’m not a feminist. I’m a humanist.”
This statement can be illustrated by the fact that whenever people talk about prostitution, they always talk about it in the context of women’s rights. I have never–except for myself–heard anyone address the issue considering the fact that a not insignificant percentage of prostitutes are male. And, on top of that, people forget that it takes two to tango. The vast majority of customers of both male and female prostitutes are men. And when they get arrested, they’re getting arrested for the very same crime. (Okay, it isn’t the same crime, but you get what I mean.)
Prostitution is a human rights issue, not a woman’s rights issue. People have the right to use their bodies as they see fit. And if prostitution isn’t a crime, then propositioning a prostitute is not a crime, either. Neither of them are criminals.
I’m not a feminist. I’m a humanist.
Now, there are times when I’ve been accused of being a mysoginist, “one who hates women.” When these accusations have been made, they were not true. I did not hate women, but I disliked the way women approached issues such as prostitution, abortion, and other human rights issues that got snatched up by the feminist movement and branded “NO MAN CAN TOUCH THIS.”
The whole “Men cannot decide the rights of women” argument is bullshit. It’s an ad hominem attack. If the argument is strong, it’s a strong argument regardless of who makes it: a man or a woman.
In the past, claims of misogyny on my part have been false. But not anymore.
As of today, and perhaps only for today, I hate women.
I hate women. All of them. Every single last one of them.
Of course, this probably has something to do with the medication I’m on. It may also have something to do with the fact that the majority of women I know are spoiled children who act like they have the Constitutional Right to be irrational, highly emotional, and completely irresponsible. And they have this right because they are women.
Men don’t have this right. Only women do.
“I have the right to be emotional. I’m a woman.”
“I have the right to overreact. I’m a woman.”
“I have the right to be irresponsible with what I say and do. I’m a woman.”
Personally, I blame the song Bitch for this. But that may have something to do with the medication I’m on.
I’m not a misogynist. That’s not the right word. It’s close, but it isn’t right. I don’t hate women; I love women. I love all of you. But I’m pissed at all of you. Very, very angry. You can be angry at someone you love and still not love them any less.
I’m just… so goddamn pissed at you right now. And there’s really nothing I can do about it. Because you have the right to be what you are and I have to suffer.
So, I’ll suffer. But I won’t do it quietly. And I’ll still love and respect you in the morning.
Maybe. It’s hard to say. I’m an emotional, over-reactionary creature who is irresponsible with his words. You’ll just have to love me for it.