One of the most liberating things I ever did was to declare I don’t actually agree with/like women.

I am not suggesting you should do the same exact thing, but let me share this anecdote with you:

As is obvious, we get raised to mainly interact with the members of our own gender – at least were when I was growing up. Girls’ friends were girls, and boys’ friends were boys. I remember even complaining about it to my mom at the tender age of 3, that I thought girls were boring and boys were a lot more interesting, why girls’ games were all dumb and boys’ games were fun and exciting. In the same breath, I said I wanted my hair to be long so people wouldn’t confuse me for a boy. Still, I was basically told that I had to play with girls because I was a girl. I didn’t quite get it, but so it was.

Fast forward 30 odd years; One of the most liberating and empowering things I’ve done as a woman is to declare that I don’t AGREE, stand with, hold loyalty to, or even like women that much. I realized that there is NO LAW that stipulates that I, as a woman, HAVE TO hang out with women, let alone defend them when they’re full of shit… And they’re full of shit SO often.

I laugh internally every time that I align myself with men, tell everyone I love men – as I do – and tell women that “Oh, I’m sorry, you can’t what you want… Why? Oh, because I don’t like women.” I LOVE how they don’t see how that couldn’t possibly be a game I play for their love or friendship. (It may be a game I play, but it isn’t to get their friendship like they automatically assume.) It’s fucking hilarious. Adorably naive and short-sighted… Entitled and blind-to-self it is. It’s delightful. And kinda scary at the same time: Someone so entitled that they’d walk through a dozen of warning signs thinking, “oh, that doesn’t mean me, I’m a woman, that means I’m nice, and I’m allowed.”

Anyway. It was very freeing to go against the grain – as my true nature dictated. I love men; I like their logic, self-restraint, respectful character, and STANDARDS for themselves. (Very few women actually hold THEMSELVES to a personal standard (if they do, they have to agree that “they’re trying to make other women look bad in comparison”, and be treated like a narcissistic enemy). They lower the bar for themselves, raise it for men, and then complain if men demand anything from them, then, insist to get equal treatment and decide among women what they might be entitled to, but not what they’re obligated to do or what responsibility they have, except to fight against men and protect children from their loving fathers. It’s pathetic.) I simply like men more because I can TRUST them to say what they mean and mean what they say… For the most part. It’s not like I’m blind to the fact some men are a little… Off the centre, too, but then, I’m no longer judging men that some bitch decided to “not like anymore” because he stopped calling her or something. Or how women think if a guy reacts to her bullshit and stops liking her, she insists HE is a bad guy. It’s such teen-aged bullcrap… and WAY TOO MANY grown women still act that way.

Some of these women have been raised so angry at men that they’ve never had a real encounter with a man before. They’re just judging men like they were Satan himself.

I have a female friend still, who flies to rage over women’s bullshit as fast as I do, and it’s fantastic. She can even call bullshit bullshit faster than I can sometimes. Just saying there are still women worth their salt. Even if some of them I know only on YouTube.

The moral of this story isn’t REALLY to not like women… (I don’t HATE women; I find them ridiculous. I laugh at them. I find them childish and tiresome, but I don’t HATE THEM, per se… At least not ALL THE TIME.) But the moral of this story is: Be truthful with yourself; accept criticism, even if your truth happens to be that you don’t like men… Maybe you don’t like *gasp* indigenous Americans (I personally do kinda love them, I chose them as an example group as I don’t know or have heard of ANYONE who feels anything but love, respect, and admiration for them… They should run PR firms, not casinos). Maybe you don’t want to do your job anymore. I don’t know. What would you find liberating to confess to, for better or worse?

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