Friday, June 30, 2006

 

I Heart Porn, Except When I Don't

Sorry I've been so inactive. My life has become incredibly busy - I'm moving house the day after tomorrow, although currently I'm not allowed to move into my new one, which should be interesting. I also have two different jobs in two different cities 150 miles apart which take up about six days a week.

I've been thinking what to write about. I've failed to think of anything. I must have a dozen posts written and waiting for me to click 'publish', but I have problems with all of them, and they'll all have to wait.

The only thing that's pissed me off this week - the only thing I've had time to be pissed off about - is the wailing over 'lad's mags' that has started again this week. Oh boo-fricking hoo. Cry me a fucking river. I was going to write a post attacking Angela Phillips' snoozathon of last week, but I can't be arsed at all. Furthermore, I have decided to forswear writing about sex given the fact that there must be 30 million women in Britain, and not a single fucking one of them will sleep with me. See, everyone always thinks about the oppression of women, but no-one ever pauses to think about how shy and ugly men feel. Since this fact has made me angry at all women all of the time, I think it would perhaps be best if I didn't write something I'd only regret later.

I wrote more sensibly on the topic here and here and here.

Comments:
See, everyone always thinks about the oppression of women, but no-one ever pauses to think about how shy and ugly men feel.

:) Not sure how much you're joking their Steve but I agree wholehearted. The pornification of society (to use Harry's Placer Wardytron's phrase) does effect men and women. It makes men feel that attractive women are the unapproachable images we see in magazines... and lots of other stuff I'm sure. It's not about things like rape and spoiling chldhood, etc. It's about self-image and how we see ourselves. I put a post on Fisking Central
 
D'oh. Meant to link to it and see if you disagreed...
 
there must be 30 million women in Britain, and not a single fucking one of them will sleep with me.

are these British women or are you counting American expats? (or don't we count?) :-)
 
Shy can be worse than ugly sometimes.
I have no help to offer, I compensated for my shyness and ugly looks by going out with older women for the years before I somehow got Heather to fall for me.

Mysogeny isn't the answer, though. I know that for sure.
 
God, this post is a whiny bag of shite. I broke the first law of blogging doing this - never go anywhere near it when pissed. Please forget it exists.
 
sorry, but i can outwhine you ANYtime (learnt my champion whining in NYC). :-)

ps, i might be in Manc in october seeing friends and my fave band--i'd love to meetcha.
 
Matt C - Your comment deserves a full post, which I will do when I have time around the end of the week. In the meantime, I kind of agree with you . . . I'm sure that's kept you on tenterhooks!

Rimone - I guess actually I'm more of a grumbler than a bitcher.

That's entirely cool by the way, feel free to drop me an email at any time. I don't check 'em every day, but at least once a week.

SafeT - True that. I don't mean it really. Merely an extremely embarrassing moment of weakness that for reasons I suspect I will never know I unleashed upon the world.
 
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