and without even mentioning what is perhaps the “worst” and most confusing part … that once the rapist/defilers have raped and defiled … then they don’t “want” the object of their rape&defilement anymore. they want a “new” shiny undefiled forest, river, girl/woman, “object” of destructive affection.

the first thing “they” want to do to an untouched perfection is not “love it as it is” … but … mess it up … and then they don’t want it.

what is with that?

can i even handle the answer?

Women, no matter what they do, are percieved as wanting it even if they say ‘no’. They’re really just saying it because they feel like they have to, not because they don’t want it.

And that Zhang Ziyi girl, totally wearing red lipstick…slut.

If you were born with a vagina, you must be asking for it.

And because the director is having an ‘affair’ with her, having thrown over his previous, older leading lady, for this one.. I felt even more disgusted by the level of hostility the film shows to her. Can’t help but see it as the hostilty of an old powerful man with his young lover, because he resents her youth, so he puts her in all these humiliating scenes.

bleah.

That would explain the veritable minefield of societal expectations placed on women. We’re criticized as being physically weak, but we’re also hounded for losing our femininity when we occasion to outrun/outscore a man in the sporting fields. In the old days girls were encouraged to let guys win a board game because their egos needed stroking, which only perpetuated the notion that girls couldn’t compete. Girls who beat boys are ballbusters. Girls who lose to boys are just losers.

Be weak so that we can feel powerful and not be threatened by you. But that also means we’ll be able to make fun of you or disqualify you from certain sports…because you are weak.

Flirt with us. Be sexual with us. Be REALLY nasty with us. Wear clothing that limits your movement so that, when you run from us, you can’t get far. Truss yourself up in pantyhose or short tight skirts and high heels. Don’t do anything that ruins that dragon-lady manicure that makes your hands look like the paws of a sun bear. Keep those tits aired up. They need to be at least as big as your head because that’s the way men like them. It makes us feel good when you try to dress sexy for us. But now the way you look makes you you a whore. And whores deserve to be raped…because they really like that kind of thing anyway. What??? You don’t want to have sex with me? You are probably one of those women who hates sex. We can tell. You wear slacks a lot and shirts that don’t give us a peek at the “goods”. You sexless/frigid bitch!

Please let me get you pregnant. Why? Well–because Motherhood is a woman’s highest calling and I have mandate to spread my seed. But–we all know that pregnant women are irrational and can’t make good decisions.Women with PMS, pregnant women or menopausal women are all insane. And a woman who stays home with young children is just a boring idiot with no ambition. A woman who puts her children in childcare is just a bad mother. And a selfish bitch who can’t put anyone’s interests ahead of her own. But…I still want to get you pregnant. Just don’t get fat. Because fat women are unattractive. It’s manly for me to show my big shelf gut, but yours just makes you look like Barbara Bush.

No wonder women are so angry. Can you blame us?

Words like this just need to be repeated over and over again because it’s so hard for men, even men who think they are “good men” like myself, to grasp the privilege that we have, whether we choose to enjoy it or not.

The classic Twisty stuff about how men assume that the default state of being human is being male is also hard for men to grasp. Many men have been cruelly mistreated for trying to look at things from any other point of view.

The first real glimpse I had of the hellish world of being a woman was in the sex-mad 70s, and I was, as many a young woman would like to do, walking down the street minding my own business with no thought as to my desirability since I was a member of the sexless class. Or so I assumed.

Two men, leaving the notorious gay disco Herbies, started walking behind me, and started to hiss at me. I nearly jumped out of my skin, and I might have, it it hadn’t been crawling with the shock of fear and the sheer disgust.

Though I have never been so stupid as to whistle at girls or anything like that, I’d never thought of it as assault before. But the feeling of being physically assaulted was visceral and real. And I was able to see, instantly and deeply, the fear and horror a mere whistle can provoke in a young girl.

Unpleasant though it might be, exposure to the same kind of sexist crap men dole out to women from gay men is an affective way to bring some small idea of empathy to young men. I’ve always said we need pubic rites in our so-called civilized world.

I find it interesting that she can’t want sex and have sex on a consensual mutual level - she has to be dominated and controlled/taken or killed. That is what is truly sick - the perception that a killer woman is out of line and must be taken and/or murdered to put the world to rights. Probably related to all those suicidal jerks who just have to kill their whole family and then themselves rather than skulking off to do it solitary.

http://voxday.blogspot.com/2005/11/rape-myth.html
Of course I am physically ill about it.