Was driving home yesterday and Dr. Laura was on the radio.  A woman called in about letting her mother-in-law have their infant daughter for the day every Friday.   She didn’t like it and wanted to tell the m.i.l. that she couldn’t; but that she could visit for an hour or 2.   When she said that her husband didn’t want to do that, Dr. Laura told her that it didn’t matter what he wanted because it was her ultimate decision because the child came out of her body.

That just ticks me off.  Women really do think of men as lesser creatures.  They are basically sperm donors and that’s all.  Even if the man is a good man and takes his fatherly duties seriously; he still is always subservient to the woman’s wants and choices.

My first reaction to Dr. Laura would be, “So, if a woman wants to eat her babies, it’s her choice and the man has nothing to say about it?”

I know that Dr. Laura stands up for men and tells women that they treat them badly.  But, that “man as second class to women” attitude is still sitting under the surface all the time and comes out ever so often when a woman says something like that.

It stinks……. reeks of misandry.

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Ok… so I thought for a moment to title this post “Real Life Nipples”. But, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.  :->  Anyway…..

I mentioned a woman the other day that is a client of mine whom I felt an odd sort of “connection” and comfort around. I have had that sort of feeling around only a few women in my whole life.  It’s at a different level than normal interactions with people. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s not just imagination combined with pheromones. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s a spiritual thing. There are other times that I see a woman that is so visually appealing to me that I simply want to stare; just like I would stare at a beautiful car or work of art.  It is like your senses just want to continue taking in as much as you can. But, we can’t because of the nature of today’s society; it is automatically taken that you are some leering pervert ready to commit a sexual attack.   Sometimes, they have a certain sexiness… a physical attraction. Sometimes, it’s a combination of these things. This woman in question has the beauty to go along with the comfortable feeling. 

I have always been a man who believes that you treat women respectfully. Even if you are attracted to them, you don’t do things that make them uncomfortable.  I think you don’t stare at a woman’s breasts, for instance.   I’m the type of person who thinks when a woman might expose or start to expose something, that you avert your eyes. Even if you would *like* to see…. it’s not respectful.  If they start to show a thong, for instance, you don’t make crude comments and leer.  If they start to lean over and show their bra/breasts, you look away. 

Well… this particular woman likes to lean over the desk… in not so closed tops.  I’ve been sitting and she has leaned over the desk to talk.   I have been standing… and she has leaned over the desk to talk.  Sometimes, when someone is looking your way and you are trying to look them in the eye, the peripheral vision picks up things; which draws your attention to them and your eyes try to center on them. So, my instinct is to avert.  Call me old fashioned… or a prude…. or socially inept… whatever.

But, the other night, I think she noticed it.   Probably because of my distracted mind processing the situation and my speech at the same time.   I was trying to talk to her when she leaned over the desk.  I looked at her eyes…. looked to the computer… kept talking… looked back… she was still leaning… looked to the computer while talking… looked back and she was crouched down behind the desk in a more upright position.

In those situations, the brain is trying to process information too much at once. Part is saying, “So… your cpu is trying to process all of this information at once and the memory is…..” Part is saying, “Look at her eyes.  Don’t look down! Be respectful.  Look away!  She’ll see you looking!  Don’t…..” The other part is saying, “Look down!  You know you wanna!”  The curiosity part is saying, “I wonder…. why is she bending over that far?  Does she realize her shirt is that loose?   Hmm… is that Victoria’s Secret?”  Part is wondering about the whole human animal psyche and processing the myriad of intriguing and silly ways in which we interact.  (Which reminds me of a bikini incident.)

So… it’s brain overclocking at it’s best.

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Apparently, I’m an outcast.  On my personal blogs, other than one friend, people rarely comment on my posts…. and apparently never read them; considering that I posted a simple poll on one of them which had no responses at all.

My cousin sent me a link to Hi5 and I signed up there.  A band I know is on Myspace, so I signed up there.  Somehow I ended up with a Friendster link so I signed up there.  The only place I get friend requests or messages (and even responses to my requests) is on Myspace from bands.  They are always looking for more publicity and fans.  Other than that, I get nothing but porno spammer scum trying to contact me.

And a couple people that know me wonder why my outlook on life is such as it is.

I’ve just been informed over on LJ that I have intruded where I’m not wanted. This revelation came about because of a disagreement with someone I thought was a friend.  Because of my posts to LJ about the situation her husband — my lifelong friend — has informed me that I’m an intruder into their lives.So, the only thing to do is to remove myself from the lives of those who don’t want me in their lives.  I’m sitting here so upset and in tears as I write this.  I came home this evening from the store (where I found Christmas gifts for my friend) only to find out that he thinks I have intruded where I’m not wanted.  By asking someone how they are doing, I am an intruder.  That shows the level to which I am not wanted in their lives, so I will have to accept that and remove myself from their lives.

It so hurts.  It’s so sad.