Men are often charmed and amused by what they regard as the mysterious behavior of women, but they typically feel no need to decipher it. “That’s women for you,” they say with a shrug or a smile. “Who knows what they want?” Songs, plays, novels and cartoons have long relied on this joke, although I’ve never understood why the answer never occurs to the songwriter or cartoonist: Just ask them–and then listen.
-Carol Tavris “The Mismeasure of Woman”
Oh man, I am tired. Tired of smug ignoramuses—condescending, incurious–brainwashed automatons with power hurting people without power. I’m tired of being sentimentalized and objectified into something inhuman and unworthy if imperfect. I’m tired of fighting my way off the pedestal and tired of being made “mysterious” in order to be kept at bay. You know, I want some fire and some ethicality! I want interest, analysis and challenges to the idea that women are passively acted upon and men are actively lobotomized. I want humanity, empathy, righteous anger against injustice! and hot dudes who nobly stand up for their fellow justice-seekers….
Why be manipulated into following all these false dichotomies of male and female, master and slave; these weird, ol’ boys club conventions that keep arrogant men superficially up at the expense of their potential comrades and buddies and lovers: women?! I mean, really?! Of course, maybe this would all trouble me less if I were a rich, Aryan man, but ‘Master Race’ members have problems (that are easier to address in a world that serves their needs more readily), too. In the meantime, let’s try to all remember that we’re here, (some of us are) queer and we’re more similar than different.