Correct, they're not. But suggesting that the only reason for a woman to dress nicely is for your pleasure clearly is.

It may seem like an innocent enough statement to you, but it's a symptom of the misogyny that society was built on and has no place in a world striving for equality. 

You are reading WAY deeper into my post than is necessary.

Did you miss this:
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So obviously, I am making a distinction. I would suggest to you that your continual leaping up and acting like a monkey banging tin cups in defence of women, when there is no misogyny or other negative aspects intended, is unnecessary and it makes it appear that you are continually looking to identify solely with women. If you have or had an overbearing mother, it is quite understandable, but I'd ask her if it was necessary to dress you up like the little girl she always wanted instead of allowing you to be the male you are.

Of course, if none of this applies to you, then I am as misguided as you are and I will refrain from being judgemental if you will.

I have a news flash for you: There is no equality. Not here, not there. Men will always retain male-specific qualities and females will always have female-specific qualities, by and large. Double standards DO indeed exist, for both sides; thinking otherwise is delusional at best. We are are wired, males and females, for some gender specific roles - but not to exclusion.

Just when I think things might be moving forward, females around me will refer to needed tasks as "men's work" or that they "can't do what a man does" or "I am just a woman". Those are all cop-outs for the lazy. By the same token, men should be able to do the things that women do and not be so damn lazy as to sit at table and wait to be served dinner; they should iron their own shirts and be able to clean and do laundry - as well or better than a female can or would. They should also get their own damn newspaper, pipe, cigar, beer and/or slippers and be supportive and a help to their wife, friend or significant other - whatever the terms might be today.

I recently had a discussion with a friend of mine, whose mother did his laundry (and most else) for him until he left home many years ago at age 21. I can tell you, my mother never allowed for males not doing "women's work" and also required self-sufficiency. To that end, I am perfectly capable of cooking, cleaning, laundry, ironing and other tasks formerly viewed as female-dominated jobs of the previous generation. Plus, I can rebuild an automatic transmission and replace head gaskets on the family grocery-getter. But I digress.

I don't NEED a woman, I want to be with one. I like women, like to be with them and do not reduce them to their gender alone. I'd rather sit and chat with women at a party than with all of the boasting cocks. The endless rating of sports teams, machismo, ball-busting and comparisons over retirement plans or possessions is tiresome. Unless there are a couple of pilots there - in such case I might forget that women even have breasts or are beautiful.

Society will survive even if you don't constantly bleat on about femmes and equality.

Ah of course, it's all because my mother used to dress me up as a girl. How silly of not to realise.

Presumably the reason I speak out against racism is because she used to black me up.

Also, your link doesn't work.

What link is that, mate? I underlined something but I don't remember linking to anything.
 

You're telling the story...
 

Apropos of nothing...

(as disgraced controversial former Boston Globe columnist Mike Barnicle often began his finest scrivenings, which were probably not plagiarized per se, at least I never heard they were)


edit: so not disgraced, and carrying on: http://www.mikebarnicle.com/

I really wouldn't bother TBH.

You may be right. My wife helped me on with a dress, tights and makeup years ago, but it didn't change me a whit. I did, however, win.  :O)

I call bullshite! You are learning those languages to send Emails Advising Wise and Confident Persons of Means on the Recept of Local Funds, in the Amount of 10 (ten) Million U.S. that you will Pay a Commission of 10% of the Full Balance if they will just allow the Funds to be deposited in their account for a few days, just until the Funds clear.

Funny, there was no issue with poking fun of katsung; another downtrodden soul, poorly understood and discriminated against.

What you have to realise is that there are a few politically-correct, hand-wringing, bleedin' hearts here who're ashamed of the fact that they aren't negroid lesbians.

But these are the outer limits of the interwebz, and we can say what we like from the safety and anonymity of our PCs.

Can't we, cunt?

Quite true.
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Absolutely, ballbag - but where does the championing begin, and where does it end? By the way, the above sentence is incomplete and should have been added to the earlier statement utilising a semicolon at least. I'd think you'd use semicolons much more frequently than I do, albeit for a different reason.

Cheers!

You're probably right about the sentence structure. I shall hang my head in shame. But not enough shame that I would regret not being a black lesbian.

It was an uncouth comment  (fail)

If you are a hot black lipstick lesbian, I will have a sex change (?) so that I can have sex with you. I am attracted to lesbians, being like one myself - trapped in a man's body.

There is the perfect beer for you over here, Stone Arrogant Bastard. Right up your street, I think, plus quite good.



It isn't too expensive, you're too cheap.

Looks a bit dark for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not racist or anything, in fact some of my best friends are crackers, but I just prefer my beer paler.

Sorry, you lost me there.

Uhhh... Crackers are white. As in, whipcrackers. Can't get any paler than that.

It is not for the faint of heart, bold and big. 7.2 ABV.

I know. But, speaking as a nigger myself, having friends that are crackers is proof that I ain't no racialist.

And I don't do strong beers no more. I used to drink Chimay blue an' awl that shit. But now I jus' like to hang wit me homies an' drink Miller lite. An' shit.

I doubt it.