What I meant to add to my post is that it shouldn’t matter how you look at all ever, I flat out cannot see the point in all these silly suits, jeans are as comfortable as any other clothes so why bother, hurrah for being dressed comfortably in five seconds I say, and three cheers for not bothering to look in the mirror (I never do this unless I haven’t for so long I need to check incase I have to send my old friends a picture of my ever-changing visage for easy recognition).

Ugh, monogamy, fidelity and all that other crap are part of the basic problem, the whole notion that somehow someone has exclusive access to your body is as bad as expecting someone to have no other friends, it’s despicable, that’s what it is, and women confound me when they say how they don’t like men looking at porn because they think it’s “unfaithful”, well gee of course you couldn’t possibly object to the patriarchy and the male gaze and all the stuff that actually matters, why is everyone so keen on trying to own someone else’s body for crap’s sake, actually this is making me wonder, do some women use the “cheating” argument to avoid having to say that the degradation of women actually angers them?

Reproduction and resource allocation.

I still think about what would life be like if men were all sexed up to the extent women were and it wasn’t considered ridiculous. Everyone says “Men look silly and their bodies are ugly, so who wants to see them?” but I disagree and I think that’s just what everyone has been brainwashed into thinking. I know there are plenty of guys who try to dress “sexy” for women within the parameters they are given by the culture, I know there are guys who are vain as hell. However, in the end I always come back to my own opinion that anyone looks ridiculous when they are making themselves obviously uncomfortable for the purpose of attracting someone. I just think that when looks and physical attraction are the focus of the culture, it starts to become a mandate rather than an option.

“I know males are ridiculously patriarchal there, but is there a difference when only the one guy you’re having relations with gets to see your body?”

Ugh, monogamy, fidelity and all that other crap are part of the basic problem, the whole notion that somehow someone has exclusive access to your body is as bad as expecting someone to have no other friends, it’s despicable, that’s what it is, and women confound me when they say how they don’t like men looking at porn because they think it’s “unfaithful”, well gee of course you couldn’t possibly object to the patriarchy and the male gaze and all the stuff that actually matters, why is everyone so keen on trying to own someone else’s body for crap’s sake, actually this is making me wonder, do some women use the “cheating” argument to avoid having to say that the degradation of women actually angers them? Or has it really got around somehow that it’s acceptable to be hurt by someone not acting as if they were yours or something, men are terrible about this, whining as if they were somehow meant to be the centre of your life and shit, sorry I am angry at the moment, this is about as coherent as… crap no analogy, I reckon I might start my own blog, then I’ll have a place to voice this kind of thing only when I really am sure what I’m going to say, I kind of rush when I’m posting on these sort of things.

With that in mind, I’d like to share a sweet little piece I found in a “humor” magazine from 1916.

“Ifs for Women”
(based on the poem “Ifs” by Kipling)

If you can lose your head when all about you are wagging theirs while listening to you;
If you can make your speech though all men flout you yet make arrangements for their speaking too;

If can bluff and not get caught at bluffing
If you can lose your nerve and naver tell;
or oft being rebuffed, don’t mind rebuffing; and yet don’t look too smart, nor dress too well;

If you can be pugnacious as an ogress
If you can be as haughty as a dame;
If you can meet with politics and progress
and treat those two as imposters just the same;

If you can hear the truth about suffrage twisted about by the antis in defense
While you anew in acrimonious huff rage and use the the same worn out arguements;

If you can make one heap of all your home-life and lose it in this game of pitch and toss;
And lead a sort of circus-hippodrome life and never care about your loss

If you can lose your grace and charm and fancy and all the traits adorning a woman best Prefering to go in for militancy, achieving a spectacular arrest;

If you can march with crowds in straggling manner or ride a horse, or perch upon a float
If you have “votes for women” on your banner if nothing counts with you except the vote;

If you aquire a latch-key and a pocket
If you can learn to smoke a cigarette;
You’ll interest the public though you shock it and what’s worse, you’ll be a suffragette.

-Carolyn Wells

Ah, pockets and cigarettes for the women-folk. We’ve come a long way, baby!

I actually like my reasonably sized, satchel-style handbag—you know, the square/rectangular type that slings across the body. As well as my wallet, keys and cellphone, it usually contains a small flashlight, a Swiss army knife, a collection of pens and highlighters, a small notebook, a protein/energy bar, a bottle of water, and a paperback book.

It’s more of a survival kit than a purse, I guess. But I don’t think that’s what Calidor meant by the term “handbag.”