I’ve been trying to bone up on sexism, to get myself abreast with the current events that dictate how I should and should not behave towards what I used to be able to call the fairer sex, but would now be limited to, said fairly, the other sex. How unfortunate.
See, it would be OK for me to say that taking the garbage out is a man’s job without being labeled a sexist by 95 percent of women, but only because taking the garbage out, sucks. Should the garbage not suck to take out, were the task fun, then it IS sexist to believe that I should indeed take the garbage out, for what man could make the extraordinary leap that a woman is incapable of taking a bag or can of garbage out to the curb?! Me without my muff!
The reality is, as I showed beyond a reasonable doubt the other day, anything a man says or does, about anything, can be argued to be sexist in one way or another, and it is this way by design. Without changing the structure of the argument, we men literally cannot win.
The definition of sexism used to be quite simple until men caught on and started showing exactly how sexist women can be by using their very arguments against them. Then came the hilarious “change” in definition, an addition which turned the whole meat of the discussion on its head and injected some much-needed ambiguity into the subject: Power.
The notion here is that men have power over women in some way, a power that women cannot possibly have or obtain, so therefore only men can be sexist. It has been said that behind every great man is a great woman. In terms of this so-called “power”, behind every great woman is a man using this mystical power to hold a woman back from achieving her true potential greatness – as if I am somehow a part of a giant cabal simply because I was born a male of the species. What a bunch of poppycock.
Well, surely as a new leak will spring when you plug a hole in a dike with your finger, the charge of sexism will find a new way to break through – it can be aimed at you for seemingly the most mundane of offenses. Now this isn’t to deny the existence of sexism, nor is my intention to poke fun at it, unmercifully at least. As gentlemen, we are always fair and courteous to those whom we first meet and after, prove themselves worthy of such courtesy. The question posed to men who truly care is this: How can we be gentlemen in a time when just the simple act of being gentlemanly can earn you the scorn of a vapid feminist with charges of benevolent sexism (A seemingly favorable attitude that puts women on a pedestal but sometimes conveys an assumption that women need men’s protection)? The problem here is that if you’re not a benevolent sexist then you’re probably a plain old sexist, and the latter is much, much worse (see the post linked earlier).
The answer is quite simple, gentlemen. You play the odds! And what guy doesn’t like a good gamble now and again? The proper way to go about life is to be a gentleman towards the fairer sex (oops, there I go again) at all times. Period. This doesn’t mean you have to put up with a bunch of crap or act like a door mat would. You open doors for a lady, you bow when appropriate, and you treat her as if she were a queen. If, after having done so, you are accused of being a sexist, I would recommend running for the hills as if your pants were on fire, for there is a very good chance she simply has an insurmountable resentment against men. We hope, of course, that this happens before you invest in a ring for that finger.
The reality is, as far as sexism goes against we keepers of the cojones, most that is to be worried about or trifled with is around the fringes. That is to say, the vast majority of women are more than capable of distinguishing the difference between a gentleman and a sexist – it’s that 5 to 10%, the crazies, that you have to look out for – they haven’t got a clue, and you can bet, they’re pissed about it.
Now, as a final note to those far-left fringe feminists themselves: Please ladies, don’t be hyper sensitive and go ballistic at the tiniest infraction. Most of us normal folk don’t mean what we say the way you perceive it and we certainly don’t want a battle.