Misogyny: You know, for kids I

Introduction: I generally like to convince people I am one horrible shell of a human being. But one thing the internet doesn't do is sarcasm. Not to say I'm not a horrible shell of a human being, but I am not a misogynist. No, that's too simple; I'm a misanthrope.

(From the Archives:) A Conversation Inspired by a Letter to Savage Love

Re: HARD: I'm not really sure what the point of your recent exercise in audience manipulation was, Dan, except to point out how crazy we bitches are. OMG, different women have different ideas about how to talk to a woman?! What a fucking revelation!

We're not a single, irrational monster made out of pussies, Dan, although I'm sure you've had nightmares to that effect.

People have different perceptions about how to talk to a woman versus how to talk to a man about the same subject. Does that make them guilty of thought crime? Oh, yeah, I forgot. We're just irrational, insane pussy monsters. We have to have inconsistencies between us pointed out by a sane, rational man. Thank you, Dan. Thank you for setting us… straight. It's just like I've always said. Gay men are no less misogynistic than straight men. They just have no reason to pretend to be nice to us.

Fat Happy Bitch

Justin says:
"We're not a single, irrational monster made out of pussies" that'll be my nightmare from now on

Phil says:
really?

Phil says:
I thought I finally had an exciting new fantasy

Justin says:
its not quite vagina dentata scary... but irrational pussy monster.... i'm afraid, i don't want to sound like a square here, but i can handle only one pussy per woman

Phil says:
oh man, you're missing out

Justin says:
you kids and your new fads can have the rest, though

Phil says:
I tend to just think of women as walking pussies anyways

Justin says:
you'd make the greatest caricature artist

Phil says:
every guy who comes by gets the most detailed, perfect representation
every girl is the same walking huge pussy
indiscriminate of age

New Year's Resolutions

I don't know consciously and realistically make resolutions. In fact, I don't even really believe in New Year's. It seems rather arbitrary. Just the same old passage of time. Out with the old year, in with the new year, a lot like the old year.

But I am on a certain path. One paved with an idea of constant self-improvement. And self-improvement is not just masturbation.

I think I can characterize 2007 as a year of loss. Loss in that I lost a lot of weight. Okay, maybe not actual weight loss, but I'm now just in better shape. Although, I did downgrade shirt sizes, from medium to small. Unless that's just a result of everyone else being relatively fatter and the industry making a secret pact to adjust sizes accordingly, lest we all shop at the Big & Tall Store.

Another improvement I seem to have made is I managed to read a lot more and consume other artistic entertainments as well. I see a lot (more) films in theatres now (plenty of "independent" films included) rather than discovering them on video. I actively hunt down new, credible music. Most importantly, I've read easily more than twenty books this year, which may not necessarily seem like a huge improvement but it feels like one. I don't usually count, though, so I can't be sure of any numbers, but did keep a listing of my summer reading. And that summer reading is likely the majority of my improvement.

So I'm further along down the road of my infinite self-improvement. It may be one giant infinite regress, but it still feels like progress. And thusly I will persevere and maybe that means I can do something about the fact that I'm still a bitter, misanthrope.