The man next to me was wearing plainly-boring clothing and a little past his prime. But there was really nothing odd or out of place about him. Finally, the girl who had been making fun of the man saw me, and a new situation unfolded.
"I don't know you," the girl snapped.I decided to shrug the whole thing off, even though I was pretty sure I did not want anything to do with the woman and she did not want to talk to me, either.
"Oh my bad," I said jokingly. "And what brings you here?"Of course, if I had wanted to fish for her attention, I know should have asked something totally unserious that made light of her bad behavior and poked fun of the man. Something that made her laugh. But did I want that? All I knew was, at that moment, I did not like the script.
Our culture suggests that women should be able to express themselves openly, and should need nobody's permission to do so; we also get cultural cues suggesting that men should determine their value based on whether women value them and want their attention, and model their behavior accordingly. But what reason did I have to follow this script? Outside of society's manufactured reality for what you are supposed to do and why, nothing made sense; why would I want to play this game, and risk bringing this person close to me who enjoyed jeering at old people? As far as I could tell, I was dealing with a child.
At that moment, she turned her back to me.
She seemed to be pretending that she could not hear what I said, so I added that I was not even interested in her, and had had much better anyway. At that point, I started to walk away. But I felt someone grab my shoulder. It was the older man who the woman had been making fun of. He grinned and raised his glass in a "cheers" motion. I briefly acknowledged him, and heard him thank me for confronting the woman. Apparently he had caught what I had said and thought it was wonderful.
I walked away and took a seat at the bar. I assumed the girl still had her back turned to me and had not been paying attention to anything that had happened. Boy, was I wrong.
In reality, I had become the only thing she could think of and pay attention to. In fact, her entire purpose of existence became acting on these impulses. Her conviction was that she had rejected me, and therefore it was not fair for me to not give her the satisfaction of knowing that. She needed the confirmation that she had done the choosing, which I had not given her, and it was not fair to her that I had taken that power away with my response. You see, in the West, women are raised to fixate on things like this. They are also apparently raised to think it is ok to change the atmosphere by charging at you, screaming in your face and trying to grasp and twist your nipples, because that is exactly what happened next.
Under the circumstances, how should the public respond? A few ideas come to mind. But, if you are in the West, the employee behind the bar might watch the whole thing and carry on with business. You, on the other hand, might be grabbed from behind by the bouncer and escorted out of the establishment. And that is precisely what happened.
Now, imagine the roles were reversed; a women walks away from you, but you follow her, get in her face and grab and twist her body. Tell me, what happens?
Based on this and other observations (a few which I have already written about), it is time for a serious dialogue about the trend of sociopathic behavior we are witnessing among the "fairer sex", none of which should be a surprise when girls grow up being told they are never at fault, and that they ought to feel free to express themselves. What is surprising, though, is that this same society which pardons and fosters this behavior, expects our participation - even while the emotional hysteria driving our culture insists that all women are victims of harassment, chains of fidelity, discrimination and manspreading, and privileged men, rapists loaded with testosterone, are causing all of the world's problems due to toxic masculinity. It is all part of a growingly-chaotic image of what the modern day West means for us men who set up this society and which this society's fate depends on, where reality is painted over with a thick brush to protect the dictates they want in place from the conclusions they draw. But from chaos comes order; and we men, driven by our ideals, are going to build a new society from our parallel society. For our posterity, we will create order from chaos and tyranny - just like our ancestors did. It is our destiny.
