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2024.05.13 15:27 georgecscott_2022 "Is 'Amazing Japan' just a facade now? As inbound tourism rapidly expands, here's what foreigners dislike about Japan, as told by them."
According to statistics from the government tourism bureau, the number of foreign visitors to Japan exceeded 3 million for the first time in a single month in March 2024. Against the backdrop of a weakening yen, which is driving up demand for affordable Japan among inbound tourists, what is the impression of Japan among foreigners?
First, I asked a straightforward question to an American man who has lived in Japan for over 30 years: "What do you dislike about Japan?"
He began by praising aspects of living in Japan, highlighting the sense of security and tranquility that comes with it, mentioning the rarity of serious crimes and the freedom from worrying about entering unsafe areas late at night. He also appreciated the relaxed atmosphere that allows leaving a laptop unattended at a café when going to place an order. However, he pointed out a significant downside of living in Japan: becoming accustomed to life there may lead to naivety and excessive trust in human goodness when returning or visiting foreign countries, potentially making one overly passive.
Another American man echoed similar sentiments when asked the same question. He pointed out unique sexual crimes such as groping and the scandalous behavior of certain politicians, like the panty thief lawmaker (such as Takeru Ōgi, a member of the Liberal Democratic Party). These, he stated, clearly constitute negative aspects of life in Japan.
Furthermore, this American expressed dissatisfaction with the quality of housing in Japan, noting the common lack of proper insulation, resulting in uncomfortably cold conditions inside apartments during winter. He also criticized Japan's work culture, stating that his tolerance for the oppressive labor culture has diminished over the years. He emphasized the superficial nature of Japan's corporate culture, where appearances are prioritized over genuine integrity and where the process of decision-making tends to be slow.
In summary, it's often said that Japan's corporate culture is formalistic, emphasizing surface appearances and preserving decorum. This American man appears exhausted by Japan's business culture, highlighting its rigidity and the time-consuming nature of decision-making processes.
A French woman who has been living in Japan for three years remarked, "The cute, anime-like outfits worn by young Japanese women are amusing and certainly characteristic of Japan... However, I've noticed a lot of foreign 'otaku'-like men visiting Japan recently, and they uncomfortably stare at these cute-looking Japanese women on trains and such. Because the women appear so passive, it makes me want to say, 'Be careful!'"
Regarding Japan's business culture, she expressed confusion, stating, "You have to read between the lines, and that's bothersome. Because people who can't express themselves directly make it difficult to gauge whether I've said or done something wrong or offended them."
Furthermore, when asked the same question, another American man responded, "What I dislike most is that in Japan, you can't just live. In reality, while living in Japan, you're always expected to speak positively about life in Japan, and you realize that Japanese people expect you to say, 'Japan is wonderful!' It feels like being trapped in a cult."
Additionally, it has been observed that many foreigners have felt a sense of discrimination in the way they are treated or handled by the police, and some foreign residents in Japan have expressed a belief that Japanese people tend to discriminate based on race or skin color.
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First, I asked a straightforward question to an American man who has lived in Japan for over 30 years: "What do you dislike about Japan?"
He began by praising aspects of living in Japan, highlighting the sense of security and tranquility that comes with it, mentioning the rarity of serious crimes and the freedom from worrying about entering unsafe areas late at night. He also appreciated the relaxed atmosphere that allows leaving a laptop unattended at a café when going to place an order. However, he pointed out a significant downside of living in Japan: becoming accustomed to life there may lead to naivety and excessive trust in human goodness when returning or visiting foreign countries, potentially making one overly passive.
Another American man echoed similar sentiments when asked the same question. He pointed out unique sexual crimes such as groping and the scandalous behavior of certain politicians, like the panty thief lawmaker (such as Takeru Ōgi, a member of the Liberal Democratic Party). These, he stated, clearly constitute negative aspects of life in Japan.
Furthermore, this American expressed dissatisfaction with the quality of housing in Japan, noting the common lack of proper insulation, resulting in uncomfortably cold conditions inside apartments during winter. He also criticized Japan's work culture, stating that his tolerance for the oppressive labor culture has diminished over the years. He emphasized the superficial nature of Japan's corporate culture, where appearances are prioritized over genuine integrity and where the process of decision-making tends to be slow.
In summary, it's often said that Japan's corporate culture is formalistic, emphasizing surface appearances and preserving decorum. This American man appears exhausted by Japan's business culture, highlighting its rigidity and the time-consuming nature of decision-making processes.
A French woman who has been living in Japan for three years remarked, "The cute, anime-like outfits worn by young Japanese women are amusing and certainly characteristic of Japan... However, I've noticed a lot of foreign 'otaku'-like men visiting Japan recently, and they uncomfortably stare at these cute-looking Japanese women on trains and such. Because the women appear so passive, it makes me want to say, 'Be careful!'"
Regarding Japan's business culture, she expressed confusion, stating, "You have to read between the lines, and that's bothersome. Because people who can't express themselves directly make it difficult to gauge whether I've said or done something wrong or offended them."
Furthermore, when asked the same question, another American man responded, "What I dislike most is that in Japan, you can't just live. In reality, while living in Japan, you're always expected to speak positively about life in Japan, and you realize that Japanese people expect you to say, 'Japan is wonderful!' It feels like being trapped in a cult."
Additionally, it has been observed that many foreigners have felt a sense of discrimination in the way they are treated or handled by the police, and some foreign residents in Japan have expressed a belief that Japanese people tend to discriminate based on race or skin color.
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2024.05.13 09:13 Atlas_Bear104 Men, Bears, Horror, and the Unknown
The question being posed is structured in a way that invokes the most emotional response from anyone who engages with it, which I feel is intentional.
Generally, I’ve seen the question posed as, ”If you were alone in the woods, would you rather encounter a man or a bear?”
If we break the question down into the information that we know, we can determine the following:
• We are alone in the woods,
…and that’s it. We don’t actually have any other information to go off of. We don’t have any idea of how the encounter takes place, the distance between the man/bear and the woman that is encountering them, if the woman has anything to defend herself typically carried when alone in the woods such as a firearm or some sort of blade or hatchet, or the surroundings at all. And that is exactly why people feel so strongly one way or the other.
Even just the concept of “a forest” looks vastly different from person to person. For me, a forest looks similar to the way they do in the southeastern United States, which is a temperate coniferous forest characterized by lots of pine and thick undergrowth. For others, it may more closely resemble a temperate broadleaf forest, which is the vast majority of the continental U.S.. The actual forest type is probably one of the least important pieces of the puzzle, but the point is that we use our own lived experiences to fill in the blanks of what we expect the scenario to look like.
We see this trope of “The Unknown” used very effectively in the horror genre, as it is entirely up to us to come up with the perceived reality of the situation. All we know is that the protagonist of the story is in a bad position and is currently under threat. With that, our brains come up with the worst thing that we could plausibly believe if we were in the same position. This phenomenon, while powerful, also leads to difficulties for the horror genre if the threat ever becomes tangible. If you’ve ever seen a scary movie and the monster turns out to be a weird goofy looking puppet that is obviously not real, you’ll end up feeling disappointed, as you had a perception in your mind that the threat was far more frightening than it actually is.
For most women, they have zero experience with bears, especially in the context of seeing them up close with no barrier to separate them from you. However, there is an innumerable amount of interactions between women and men. While logically, encountering a bear is probably more dangerous from an outward perspective, lived experience forces people to fill in the blanks. I’ve been with my wife since we were in high school, and she was groped by a man that she knew at a college party I was not able to attend. That experience will live with her for the rest of her life and I regret every day that I was not there to do anything about it. She would be correct to pick the bear, as she has grown up in a society where things like this are not treated as harshly as they should be. We could get into the specifics of how and why it is this way, but that is the way it is.
The disconnect comes from the way this is perceived by others who view it as a way to dogpile men as a collective without taking into consideration that they are nothing like the men that women typically fear. Based on the lived experience of many men, the level of distrust the average woman has for an average man can be genuinely damaging to the mental perception they have of themselves. This is why they feel defensive, not that they are jumping at the chance to run into a woman who is alone in the woods. When I first heard the question, my immediate reaction was to feel defensive because I know that I would never do something to a woman in that scenario. Every day I strive to make the women in my life feel as safe as possible. I only realized later that the image of a man in this imagined scenario will always be the worst version possible. It required me to chew on it a lot before gathering my thoughts and realizing that the answer is not obvious despite what people say.
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Generally, I’ve seen the question posed as, ”If you were alone in the woods, would you rather encounter a man or a bear?”
If we break the question down into the information that we know, we can determine the following:
• We are alone in the woods,
…and that’s it. We don’t actually have any other information to go off of. We don’t have any idea of how the encounter takes place, the distance between the man/bear and the woman that is encountering them, if the woman has anything to defend herself typically carried when alone in the woods such as a firearm or some sort of blade or hatchet, or the surroundings at all. And that is exactly why people feel so strongly one way or the other.
Even just the concept of “a forest” looks vastly different from person to person. For me, a forest looks similar to the way they do in the southeastern United States, which is a temperate coniferous forest characterized by lots of pine and thick undergrowth. For others, it may more closely resemble a temperate broadleaf forest, which is the vast majority of the continental U.S.. The actual forest type is probably one of the least important pieces of the puzzle, but the point is that we use our own lived experiences to fill in the blanks of what we expect the scenario to look like.
We see this trope of “The Unknown” used very effectively in the horror genre, as it is entirely up to us to come up with the perceived reality of the situation. All we know is that the protagonist of the story is in a bad position and is currently under threat. With that, our brains come up with the worst thing that we could plausibly believe if we were in the same position. This phenomenon, while powerful, also leads to difficulties for the horror genre if the threat ever becomes tangible. If you’ve ever seen a scary movie and the monster turns out to be a weird goofy looking puppet that is obviously not real, you’ll end up feeling disappointed, as you had a perception in your mind that the threat was far more frightening than it actually is.
For most women, they have zero experience with bears, especially in the context of seeing them up close with no barrier to separate them from you. However, there is an innumerable amount of interactions between women and men. While logically, encountering a bear is probably more dangerous from an outward perspective, lived experience forces people to fill in the blanks. I’ve been with my wife since we were in high school, and she was groped by a man that she knew at a college party I was not able to attend. That experience will live with her for the rest of her life and I regret every day that I was not there to do anything about it. She would be correct to pick the bear, as she has grown up in a society where things like this are not treated as harshly as they should be. We could get into the specifics of how and why it is this way, but that is the way it is.
The disconnect comes from the way this is perceived by others who view it as a way to dogpile men as a collective without taking into consideration that they are nothing like the men that women typically fear. Based on the lived experience of many men, the level of distrust the average woman has for an average man can be genuinely damaging to the mental perception they have of themselves. This is why they feel defensive, not that they are jumping at the chance to run into a woman who is alone in the woods. When I first heard the question, my immediate reaction was to feel defensive because I know that I would never do something to a woman in that scenario. Every day I strive to make the women in my life feel as safe as possible. I only realized later that the image of a man in this imagined scenario will always be the worst version possible. It required me to chew on it a lot before gathering my thoughts and realizing that the answer is not obvious despite what people say.
TL;DR: The question is worded as vaguely as possible to ensure that people will paint a mental picture that is the worst thing they could imagine, rather than what is likely. This tactic is used commonly in the horror genre. Men need to be more empathetic towards women who pick the bear, but men should also not be ridiculed for initially feeling hurt by the perception that being in the woods with a literal bear, apex predators of the forest, is preferable to being in the woods with them. We need more empathy on the whole, and this question requires an introspective understanding that many people have not regularly trained. Go to therapy you filthy animals!
2024.05.13 09:07 slutishh Trip to Lucknow Part III
PART 3 – THE CONFERENCE
As soon as we checked in the hotel, it was a lavish 5 star property and sir booked a city view room. which excited me more as in our last trip to chandigarh, sir literally fucked me on the window for 2 hours at night keeping me exposed to the city. i immediatly got goosebumps thinking about the incidence and could foresee what would happen in evening. i kneeled down as we entered the room, i thought this would definately keep him happy. As i kneel he grabbed me from behind and pulled me toward the toilet pushing my head into the pot seat. He shouted "haramzadi chinaal teri jagah yaha hai aur tera kaam ise saaf rakhna hai mere istamaal karne ke bad". He told me stay still and i was wondering what he was going to do next. soon after i felt his pee on my face, opening my mouth i started sucking and licking his pee as he continued doing it. kissing my shoulders, he lifted my ass up sliding his hand on the ass slit. pulling down my pants, exposed my ass and spanked my ass for 10 times. i could feel my ass being red and hot with the spanks.keeping me still there, he went away to get the condom. ordered me to don the condom on his dick , while doing that i could feel his hard dick in my hands. it instantly made me drool all i wanted was his majestic dick in my hole. he dragged me to bed and held my legs, shoved his amazing dick into my cunt fucking me brutally. all i could do was moan and feel his dick in my cunt.
After using my cunt and he came inside my cunt, after which he always keep his used condom on my face to suck his cum out. HE took a quick shower and left me in the room like a used and thrown slut and went to his conference.
I was waiting for him naked on the bed. From the conference, sir messaged me to get cleaned up and dressed and wait for his orders. After i got dressed for him, i waited until his next order. I was thinking of all the ways in which i could please master when he gets back. Apart from being his slut, he pampars me like his princess as well. he already ordered some food and there was a hot bath with some amazing aroma oil to rejuvenate myself. i was checking my phone every 10 min so that i dont miss his msg.
Master pinged that he wants me to come out to meet his friends. My heart was pounding thinking about our fantasies of sharing me with master's friends. We have been swinging mostly with stranger couples but swinging outside delhi with his friends definitely makes my heart skip a beat. I took a good relaxing shower and pampered my self with some sleep and good Spa. I got dressed up which was a single piece and I was instructed not to wear panties on this trip. He sent me the location where I had to reach.
I went out and found them (a couple – AMAN / KIM ) having drinks. I greeted them like master's good girl and we all had drinks together along with some nice conversation which were getting kinky as the glasses were being refilled.
Before giving them a final heads up he asked me in non verbal manner to go ahead (he has given me a right to be comfortable and deny if I am not comfortable, and I said yes) Master told me that we would be going to their room, I nodded my head on master's order to follow them to their room. On our way to the room, we picked up some food and drinks to continue the after party as it was already midnight. The place was their Flat in a society which was not very crowded and we had to climb 6 floors up.
After we got in the room, we started talking again. A few minutes later, master held me and started making out with me. Suddenly I felt aman,s hands on boobs, he groped my boobs and started pinching them which made me moan as I was kissing sir. Upon seeing his friend aman enjoying playing with me, master stepped back to enjoy the view of his slut getting used. As a good girl, I let aman play with my boobs and pussy. As I took my gaze back to sir, he was making out with kim, instantly I was wet feeling amans finger in my cunt while i kept looking at sir making out with another girl. Seeing him with someone else makes me more horny and craving for him always. I was a wet dripping slut at that point.
While he was playing with kim, he cant take his eyes off me. He was kissing kim and playing with her boobs the way he likes it. He loves to inflict a little pain, make her wince and eat her out. I just love the way he uses a women body taking control, using the pain and pleasure at the same time. I have witnessed this so many times the way he dominates and make a women drip is amazing. Seeing him with kim and his eyes on me, FUCK I edged instantly. We realised soon that AMAN and KIM are not our types and we need to wrap soon. So sir made KIM orgasm soon with his brilliant tongue technique and me made aman finish his load on my boobs. But we were still craving for each other. We wrapped up soon and went back to our hotel.
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As soon as we checked in the hotel, it was a lavish 5 star property and sir booked a city view room. which excited me more as in our last trip to chandigarh, sir literally fucked me on the window for 2 hours at night keeping me exposed to the city. i immediatly got goosebumps thinking about the incidence and could foresee what would happen in evening. i kneeled down as we entered the room, i thought this would definately keep him happy. As i kneel he grabbed me from behind and pulled me toward the toilet pushing my head into the pot seat. He shouted "haramzadi chinaal teri jagah yaha hai aur tera kaam ise saaf rakhna hai mere istamaal karne ke bad". He told me stay still and i was wondering what he was going to do next. soon after i felt his pee on my face, opening my mouth i started sucking and licking his pee as he continued doing it. kissing my shoulders, he lifted my ass up sliding his hand on the ass slit. pulling down my pants, exposed my ass and spanked my ass for 10 times. i could feel my ass being red and hot with the spanks.keeping me still there, he went away to get the condom. ordered me to don the condom on his dick , while doing that i could feel his hard dick in my hands. it instantly made me drool all i wanted was his majestic dick in my hole. he dragged me to bed and held my legs, shoved his amazing dick into my cunt fucking me brutally. all i could do was moan and feel his dick in my cunt.
After using my cunt and he came inside my cunt, after which he always keep his used condom on my face to suck his cum out. HE took a quick shower and left me in the room like a used and thrown slut and went to his conference.
I was waiting for him naked on the bed. From the conference, sir messaged me to get cleaned up and dressed and wait for his orders. After i got dressed for him, i waited until his next order. I was thinking of all the ways in which i could please master when he gets back. Apart from being his slut, he pampars me like his princess as well. he already ordered some food and there was a hot bath with some amazing aroma oil to rejuvenate myself. i was checking my phone every 10 min so that i dont miss his msg.
Master pinged that he wants me to come out to meet his friends. My heart was pounding thinking about our fantasies of sharing me with master's friends. We have been swinging mostly with stranger couples but swinging outside delhi with his friends definitely makes my heart skip a beat. I took a good relaxing shower and pampered my self with some sleep and good Spa. I got dressed up which was a single piece and I was instructed not to wear panties on this trip. He sent me the location where I had to reach.
I went out and found them (a couple – AMAN / KIM ) having drinks. I greeted them like master's good girl and we all had drinks together along with some nice conversation which were getting kinky as the glasses were being refilled.
Before giving them a final heads up he asked me in non verbal manner to go ahead (he has given me a right to be comfortable and deny if I am not comfortable, and I said yes) Master told me that we would be going to their room, I nodded my head on master's order to follow them to their room. On our way to the room, we picked up some food and drinks to continue the after party as it was already midnight. The place was their Flat in a society which was not very crowded and we had to climb 6 floors up.
After we got in the room, we started talking again. A few minutes later, master held me and started making out with me. Suddenly I felt aman,s hands on boobs, he groped my boobs and started pinching them which made me moan as I was kissing sir. Upon seeing his friend aman enjoying playing with me, master stepped back to enjoy the view of his slut getting used. As a good girl, I let aman play with my boobs and pussy. As I took my gaze back to sir, he was making out with kim, instantly I was wet feeling amans finger in my cunt while i kept looking at sir making out with another girl. Seeing him with someone else makes me more horny and craving for him always. I was a wet dripping slut at that point.
While he was playing with kim, he cant take his eyes off me. He was kissing kim and playing with her boobs the way he likes it. He loves to inflict a little pain, make her wince and eat her out. I just love the way he uses a women body taking control, using the pain and pleasure at the same time. I have witnessed this so many times the way he dominates and make a women drip is amazing. Seeing him with kim and his eyes on me, FUCK I edged instantly. We realised soon that AMAN and KIM are not our types and we need to wrap soon. So sir made KIM orgasm soon with his brilliant tongue technique and me made aman finish his load on my boobs. But we were still craving for each other. We wrapped up soon and went back to our hotel.
2024.05.13 02:53 med3shamstede women of manchester, what are your experiences of getting catcalled?
just looking for people of shared experiences and gather insight from the women of our communities about their experiences w catcalling, i feel like it's an issue not really talked enough about
i'm relatively new to manchester bc of uni and not really an alcohol/club person but this friday i thought fuck it am queening out with my mate, didn't wear anything provocative and in this one night had instances of: • being groped even after telling this man no (10-15 times) and saying i have a boyfriend • group of lads shouting for me & my mate to stop walking so they can ''get our snaps'' but chile i was NOT gonna stop - i'm trans and looks wise i pass but my voice does sound like a trans girls and i am not getting clocked, especially not by drunk lads • groups of men whistling at us at PG (i know its pg, but still) as we walk past • 3 separate instances of men coming up to us as we was chinwagging on the bench and asking for us to go back to the hotel with them • (not me, i was on the other side of oxford rd) but i saw a car drive past a group of teen girls, beep and shout stuff at them
is there anything better i can tell them so they fuck off? the ''i have a bf'' doesn't work and they just say ''he doesn't have to know'', have also tried ''im lesbian'' and they offer to turn me bi - cba
on a lighter note - even with drunkards everywhere i had not one transphobic experience (not even stares) even after people heard my voice...and i was queening out for like 16 hours, don't know if mcr is super trans friendly or i have passing privilege but yeh love mcr for that xx
but yeah, just curious with how you gals respond with it or if you have any really bad experiences.
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i'm relatively new to manchester bc of uni and not really an alcohol/club person but this friday i thought fuck it am queening out with my mate, didn't wear anything provocative and in this one night had instances of: • being groped even after telling this man no (10-15 times) and saying i have a boyfriend • group of lads shouting for me & my mate to stop walking so they can ''get our snaps'' but chile i was NOT gonna stop - i'm trans and looks wise i pass but my voice does sound like a trans girls and i am not getting clocked, especially not by drunk lads • groups of men whistling at us at PG (i know its pg, but still) as we walk past • 3 separate instances of men coming up to us as we was chinwagging on the bench and asking for us to go back to the hotel with them • (not me, i was on the other side of oxford rd) but i saw a car drive past a group of teen girls, beep and shout stuff at them
is there anything better i can tell them so they fuck off? the ''i have a bf'' doesn't work and they just say ''he doesn't have to know'', have also tried ''im lesbian'' and they offer to turn me bi - cba
on a lighter note - even with drunkards everywhere i had not one transphobic experience (not even stares) even after people heard my voice...and i was queening out for like 16 hours, don't know if mcr is super trans friendly or i have passing privilege but yeh love mcr for that xx
but yeah, just curious with how you gals respond with it or if you have any really bad experiences.
2024.05.12 14:26 Sourcrouts How to handle cruel and jealous women?
Maybe I will get a lot of hate for this post, as some people say its arrogant to complain about good looks, but I need to vent some and it's nice to do it anonymously.
I know pretty previlige exists, but I think many people don't realize that it's a double edged sword, and that attractive people will get a lot of hate as well because people feel the need to put them down to make themselves feel better (especially women).
Now I know many women are not like this, but I have gotten so much hate from them thoughtout my entire life (I'm in my late twenties).
I have been descbribed by many as a beautiful woman with a nice body, and i have recieved a lot of hate for it even though i would say im a kind person.
My stepmother would beat me everyday, call me ugly, too skinny and growse, humiliate me in front of others and constantly make digs at my appearance and the fact that I'm slim, she is on the larger side so she took out all her insecurities on me, a child. My father didn't do anything about it, but he told me "she treats you this way because she is jealous of you" jee thanks dad.
It has continuted through school, university, jobs I have had, even just walking by random women who give nasty looks or mean comments.
Recently I was at the grocery store and heard a woman laugh when I walked by, I heard a friend of hers tell her don't laugh or something and then she said "she is really pretty but just too skinny". Maybe some people think this is a compliment but it's bullying and disrespectful to say someone is too skinny and laugh at them.
Today I went for a walk, I walked by a house in my neighborhood and some woman sitting outside said "what is this whore doing here", sure it could be about someone else but to say it just when I walk by while looking at me?
I also recently quit my job due to bullying, mostly from women and I even had colleagues tell me those women were jealous beacause you were good at your job and liked by many.
At a party recently a girl gave me a very nasty look, she seemed super angry and then she told me "you are so pretty that I want to kill you" which was VERY creepy.
I have lost "friendships" because the women would put my looks down, give me backhanded compliments, try to embarass me infront of others and enjoy when bad things happen to me.
Not to mention harassment from men and men who can't take a no, I have also been negged by men when out to bars and also put down by men who were very rude. Stalked, groped and had rumors spread about me.
When I walk past couples minding my own bussiness, often the women will give me nasty looks and then put their hand on their man and move him out of my way, like trying to mark her territory, even though I didn't look at him or try to flirt.
I have met some very kind women, and men, I also have some good friends im really thankful for but it really is hard to ignore all the hate especially since many people say they find me very kind, and i still get hated on anyway.
I know all people can get hate, but I think many people bully others because of jealousy and its really hurtful.
I also dress very modestly in long dresses and skirts, not anything too tight and have tried to dress down but it didn't help that much.
Sometimes I see incredibly beautiful women outside, I notice how they get stared at and how they get nasty looks from women, they also seem so lonely, sad and barely have any friends and it breaks my heart. Next time I will try to compliment them and be kind.
How do you handle this kind of behavior? How to not let it affect us and make us sad?
TL;DR How to handle recieving hate and jealosy from other women?
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I know pretty previlige exists, but I think many people don't realize that it's a double edged sword, and that attractive people will get a lot of hate as well because people feel the need to put them down to make themselves feel better (especially women).
Now I know many women are not like this, but I have gotten so much hate from them thoughtout my entire life (I'm in my late twenties).
I have been descbribed by many as a beautiful woman with a nice body, and i have recieved a lot of hate for it even though i would say im a kind person.
My stepmother would beat me everyday, call me ugly, too skinny and growse, humiliate me in front of others and constantly make digs at my appearance and the fact that I'm slim, she is on the larger side so she took out all her insecurities on me, a child. My father didn't do anything about it, but he told me "she treats you this way because she is jealous of you" jee thanks dad.
It has continuted through school, university, jobs I have had, even just walking by random women who give nasty looks or mean comments.
Recently I was at the grocery store and heard a woman laugh when I walked by, I heard a friend of hers tell her don't laugh or something and then she said "she is really pretty but just too skinny". Maybe some people think this is a compliment but it's bullying and disrespectful to say someone is too skinny and laugh at them.
Today I went for a walk, I walked by a house in my neighborhood and some woman sitting outside said "what is this whore doing here", sure it could be about someone else but to say it just when I walk by while looking at me?
I also recently quit my job due to bullying, mostly from women and I even had colleagues tell me those women were jealous beacause you were good at your job and liked by many.
At a party recently a girl gave me a very nasty look, she seemed super angry and then she told me "you are so pretty that I want to kill you" which was VERY creepy.
I have lost "friendships" because the women would put my looks down, give me backhanded compliments, try to embarass me infront of others and enjoy when bad things happen to me.
Not to mention harassment from men and men who can't take a no, I have also been negged by men when out to bars and also put down by men who were very rude. Stalked, groped and had rumors spread about me.
When I walk past couples minding my own bussiness, often the women will give me nasty looks and then put their hand on their man and move him out of my way, like trying to mark her territory, even though I didn't look at him or try to flirt.
I have met some very kind women, and men, I also have some good friends im really thankful for but it really is hard to ignore all the hate especially since many people say they find me very kind, and i still get hated on anyway.
I know all people can get hate, but I think many people bully others because of jealousy and its really hurtful.
I also dress very modestly in long dresses and skirts, not anything too tight and have tried to dress down but it didn't help that much.
Sometimes I see incredibly beautiful women outside, I notice how they get stared at and how they get nasty looks from women, they also seem so lonely, sad and barely have any friends and it breaks my heart. Next time I will try to compliment them and be kind.
How do you handle this kind of behavior? How to not let it affect us and make us sad?
TL;DR How to handle recieving hate and jealosy from other women?
2024.05.12 04:08 watermelon4487 In honor of Mother's Day, what was a ridiculous rule your nmom had?
For me it was:
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- Don't say "fart" or "sucks" (she doesn't like those words)
- Don't drive with open toed shoes (if I get in an accident my foot will get sliced off)
- Don't drive with the windows open (someone could pull a gun on me while I'm at a red light)
- Don't shower when I'm home alone (someone could break into the house and try to hurt me)
- Don't hang out with black people ("what will the neighbors think?")
- Don't date black men (black women will be angry at me because I'm "stealing their men")
- Don't curse (you'll get a reputation of having a "sailor's mouth" or "potty mouth")
- Don't paint my nails in my room with the door closed (she doesn't like the smell)
- Don't go out with friends (the house will be "so empty" if it's just her and my ndad at home)
- Don't date until I'm 16 (at 17 she caught me kissing a boy who walked me home and yelled at me)
- Don't wear tight skirts (boys will think I'm a slut)
- Don't wear Livestrong bracelets (she thought they were sex bracelets)
- Don't get social media (creepy men will kidnap me)
- Don't go out in public with a shirt with the name of my elementary school on it (a creepy man will see it and try to kidnap me)
- Don't go to my first high school dance (the senior boys will try to dance with me and grope me)
- Don't withhold information about my job or address from her (she's entitled to know)
- Don't be a picky eater (boys won't want to date someone who only eats off the kid's menu)
- Don't park in the driveway (she will have to park on the street and someone will side swipe her car and she won't be able to go to work)
- Don't dye my hair (I won't be able to get a job)
- Don't have sex (if I get pregnant my life will be over)
- Don't get birth control (she tried it and didn't like it)
- Don't walk around the house in a sports bra (men in the house will see me)
- Don't spend time hanging out with friends (I should do something productive like volunteer)
- Don't hang out with friends if you need a ride (she's tired of being the pick up/drop off parent)
- Don't buy bras that aren't black or beige (colorful bras are for "fun times")
- Don't get changed in front of windows in my bedroom (the boy who lives next door might try to look at me)
- Don't invite friends over to the house (the house is a mess)
- Don't set boundaries (it's "unhealthy" not to talk to people)
2024.05.11 09:31 isocuda The Duality of DGG as always...
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2024.05.11 08:33 Honest-Cellist-6455 Exhausted and don’t know how to deal with pervert gross coworkers for several more months.
For the first 2 months this stuff was constant. I was afraid of losing my job but I finally spoke up and my manager made him stop but she said ”it’s just jokes”. I stayed cause this was a really good job. I don’t trust him cause of other things, he’s a liar, but for 7 months he hasn’t said weird stuff, at least.
He’s been here 17 years and they fought to keep him and are friendly with him.
-——
It’s just me, the manager and him in one small office.
For the first 2 months he’d find any excuse to say “porn” or “pussy”.
Like, he downloaded an excel sheet while showing me how to do something, and he said, "oop, downloaded into the porn stash.” This started like week 1 into the job and he said it on multiple occasions.
Mentioned a random name and told us two women in the office, “you know who that is? He opened a porn academy. HARD school.”
Mentioned randomly some scandal about a priest with a porn addiction.
Referred to hand lotion as lube and asked us if we want lube cause i mentioned having dry hands. Then he said "the women don't want lube but the only guy needs it! Haha.”
He’d tell the manager "Do you want me to water your bush?" And she’d also say it back in reference to watering the office plants. Then he‘d say "I like wet bushes.”
He was showing the manager some work on his PC and pretended to read from a popup, "you are caught watching gay porn!" She laughed.
I mentioned that my coworker's mug was cute (it has a cat on it). He said his daughter chose it as her christmas gift, "mug with the PUSSY".
Another time, we were talking about pet cats and he said “I get distracted when we talk about pussies!”
He mentioned some new law in Italy that made groping legal if it lasted less than 10 seconds. But he said it in a disapproving way trying to appear the good guy.
He played the song "insomnia" by faithless and only sang along to the "TEARING OFF TIGHTS WITH MY TEETH" part so we both could hear him.
He was talking to a young male colleague in front of me and told him (i have to translate) to find some "dirty woman" now to take her with him travelling.
He told the manager "i'm gonna show it to you. No not **that**. ;) i'll show that when we're alone together heheh" “stop sending dirty pics at night hahah”
He was speaking with his wife on the phone (who he tells ILY everyday), and out of nowhere mentioned how stressed he was and that "there's 2 women here i'm gonna start beating them" i waited for the call to end and told him half-jokingly, "did you forget ur outnumbered?" What a weird thing to say.
After another lame joke which I ignored, he said "Fuck you ladies! :D" and i said "right back at you".
He made a dumb ”ur mum” joke - made a weird sound and said "That's how ur mum sounded yesterday".
—
I have a text where I gave my manager examples of things he said and she somehow admitted to being complicit, she replied that it’s just jokes, “in fact even i go along with it.“ said he’s a respectful guy. ”But if you’re uncomfortable i’ll tell him to stop.”
—
Recently I made a big mistake due to him not giving me good info and he lied in front of my manager and kept saying he did tell me and that i went against an agreement. He’s trying to make me look bad. So from now on I’ll ask for stuff to be communicated by email until I leave.
—
Now recently a few other things. They continued, the dumb shits: she showed him how to use piratebay and they repeated like 3 times how sometimes “naughty pictures” come up.
They were ordering pizza and she said “this is sexual.”
She offered some protein balls and I took one and said it’s good, a little dopamine hit. He jumped in and said he needs an aphrodisiac not dopamine.
Then she started singing some eurovision song that goes “aphrodisiac”.
On 10/5 today i was alone with him. He was calling his wife and at a point he said “is it bigger or smaller than mine? Hehe” in an obvious weird way.
—
Usually they’re normal and friendly and obviously I MUST make conversation and laugh if it’s an appropriate joke. But then they do this weird shit.
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He’s been here 17 years and they fought to keep him and are friendly with him.
-——
It’s just me, the manager and him in one small office.
For the first 2 months he’d find any excuse to say “porn” or “pussy”.
Like, he downloaded an excel sheet while showing me how to do something, and he said, "oop, downloaded into the porn stash.” This started like week 1 into the job and he said it on multiple occasions.
Mentioned a random name and told us two women in the office, “you know who that is? He opened a porn academy. HARD school.”
Mentioned randomly some scandal about a priest with a porn addiction.
Referred to hand lotion as lube and asked us if we want lube cause i mentioned having dry hands. Then he said "the women don't want lube but the only guy needs it! Haha.”
He’d tell the manager "Do you want me to water your bush?" And she’d also say it back in reference to watering the office plants. Then he‘d say "I like wet bushes.”
He was showing the manager some work on his PC and pretended to read from a popup, "you are caught watching gay porn!" She laughed.
Like recently he told her “hey dirty woman.” They’re both married.
At a point he was next to her while she explained something. He said "can i touch you?" And she was like jokingly "aaaah get away from me".
He read out his shopping list to us and said "condoms!" at the end.I mentioned that my coworker's mug was cute (it has a cat on it). He said his daughter chose it as her christmas gift, "mug with the PUSSY".
Another time, we were talking about pet cats and he said “I get distracted when we talk about pussies!”
He mentioned some new law in Italy that made groping legal if it lasted less than 10 seconds. But he said it in a disapproving way trying to appear the good guy.
He played the song "insomnia" by faithless and only sang along to the "TEARING OFF TIGHTS WITH MY TEETH" part so we both could hear him.
He was talking to a young male colleague in front of me and told him (i have to translate) to find some "dirty woman" now to take her with him travelling.
He told the manager "i'm gonna show it to you. No not **that**. ;) i'll show that when we're alone together heheh" “stop sending dirty pics at night hahah”
He was speaking with his wife on the phone (who he tells ILY everyday), and out of nowhere mentioned how stressed he was and that "there's 2 women here i'm gonna start beating them" i waited for the call to end and told him half-jokingly, "did you forget ur outnumbered?" What a weird thing to say.
After another lame joke which I ignored, he said "Fuck you ladies! :D" and i said "right back at you".
He made a dumb ”ur mum” joke - made a weird sound and said "That's how ur mum sounded yesterday".
—
I have a text where I gave my manager examples of things he said and she somehow admitted to being complicit, she replied that it’s just jokes, “in fact even i go along with it.“ said he’s a respectful guy. ”But if you’re uncomfortable i’ll tell him to stop.”
—
Recently I made a big mistake due to him not giving me good info and he lied in front of my manager and kept saying he did tell me and that i went against an agreement. He’s trying to make me look bad. So from now on I’ll ask for stuff to be communicated by email until I leave.
—
Now recently a few other things. They continued, the dumb shits: she showed him how to use piratebay and they repeated like 3 times how sometimes “naughty pictures” come up.
They were ordering pizza and she said “this is sexual.”
She offered some protein balls and I took one and said it’s good, a little dopamine hit. He jumped in and said he needs an aphrodisiac not dopamine.
Then she started singing some eurovision song that goes “aphrodisiac”.
On 10/5 today i was alone with him. He was calling his wife and at a point he said “is it bigger or smaller than mine? Hehe” in an obvious weird way.
—
Usually they’re normal and friendly and obviously I MUST make conversation and laugh if it’s an appropriate joke. But then they do this weird shit.
2024.05.11 07:19 lemonstealingwaifu Am i (24f) wrong to think that it’s gross to take a preteen to a red light district?
This is not about me, but about a friend who told me this. He has sexual problems now related to many things.
I am pro sex work, this is not the point
Do you think it is weird to let your 12/13 year old child go with a random male friend to visit the city you just moved in and this said guy takes him to the red light district?
He told me he was groped/given lap dances by the women there who seemed to like he was underage.
Again, it was a city where sex work is huge. Am i a prude to think this is gross?
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I am pro sex work, this is not the point
Do you think it is weird to let your 12/13 year old child go with a random male friend to visit the city you just moved in and this said guy takes him to the red light district?
He told me he was groped/given lap dances by the women there who seemed to like he was underage.
Again, it was a city where sex work is huge. Am i a prude to think this is gross?
2024.05.11 04:02 vividly7 Planning on suicide
Not sure what the rules here are for this type of post but it seems that posting this on a community where people can read my thoughts and reasoning materializes my ruminations and I guess will help me actually commit. Hope everyone is doing well
Suicide for me was a daily urge, something that seemed so justified in context of my hollow being and existence. I’ve never had a genuine attempt, all of the previous ones were pretty much me planning on the idea but right before I come up with some excuse as to live. It’s disgusting that hope is keeping me alive. Not killing my self at one moment in my life seems to make existence more torturous as time progresses. Hope is a disease that only blinds people to their suffering, a revolting idea that has brought more pain than actual evil could ever achieve. Taking this into account when I do continue to live, I further lose self respect for myself as this manipulative idea continues my hell.
Of course, there’s no rational reason I should be feeling this way. Materialistically I have everything given to me from my family. I go to my dream school, with them bearing the burden of my tuition, and being out of state I burden them further because of how much they are paying. I have friends that care about me and people that have put their faith and trust into me. All of this is such a burden. When I realized I did that I have no reason why I should be in this socio-economic position as well as having genuinely good people around me, there’s no justification for it. I continue to lose both appreciation for my life as time goes on and the hollowness in my body expands. It rips me apart with guilt that I can’t be content with these things, and when I do try to change I only become more miserable. I don’t see an end to this because it’s been a constant in my life.
I continue to let the people that have care of me down. Most recently, I was blacked out drunk and groped two girls at a party. Learning of this moment the next day really did reinforce my suicide to me. I became a disgusting thing unworthy of life. The guilt of my existence had left my own ruminations and the abuse I caused to those women caused so so much guilt to me that I can’t continue to burden others. I know it’s selfish to pity myself when I was the one who abused and should be punished and justly lose my existence but I have to convey the burden that my actions caused on me because it was relevant to this decision. I truly hope I rot in a ditch somewhere forgotten or hated by all.
I hope that’s enough to get an idea of why I feel like I should be dead. I don’t hope for an afterlife, in any sort of way. In a perfect universe death is the same as what existence was before I was born, nothing and at the same time complete peace. No burden of existence, a complete loss of space and time. In a funny way it seems like the closest thing to Nirvana, but then again my understanding of the concept comes from the dictionary’s definition, so maybe what I desire is something different.
I plan to use my grandfathers pistol which came into my mom’s possession and is under her bed with bullets. Shoot from the bottom of my chin straight into my cerebrum, as that seems to be the most effective way to kill myself. I couldn’t find the courage to overdose on medications or to hang myself, so I’m going to die in the easiest way possible. I hope the world gets better when I’m gone. I know my family and everyone else will take this as a shock but I have to be selfish and think of my wellbeing before theirs. I’m a truly disgusting person
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Suicide for me was a daily urge, something that seemed so justified in context of my hollow being and existence. I’ve never had a genuine attempt, all of the previous ones were pretty much me planning on the idea but right before I come up with some excuse as to live. It’s disgusting that hope is keeping me alive. Not killing my self at one moment in my life seems to make existence more torturous as time progresses. Hope is a disease that only blinds people to their suffering, a revolting idea that has brought more pain than actual evil could ever achieve. Taking this into account when I do continue to live, I further lose self respect for myself as this manipulative idea continues my hell.
Of course, there’s no rational reason I should be feeling this way. Materialistically I have everything given to me from my family. I go to my dream school, with them bearing the burden of my tuition, and being out of state I burden them further because of how much they are paying. I have friends that care about me and people that have put their faith and trust into me. All of this is such a burden. When I realized I did that I have no reason why I should be in this socio-economic position as well as having genuinely good people around me, there’s no justification for it. I continue to lose both appreciation for my life as time goes on and the hollowness in my body expands. It rips me apart with guilt that I can’t be content with these things, and when I do try to change I only become more miserable. I don’t see an end to this because it’s been a constant in my life.
I continue to let the people that have care of me down. Most recently, I was blacked out drunk and groped two girls at a party. Learning of this moment the next day really did reinforce my suicide to me. I became a disgusting thing unworthy of life. The guilt of my existence had left my own ruminations and the abuse I caused to those women caused so so much guilt to me that I can’t continue to burden others. I know it’s selfish to pity myself when I was the one who abused and should be punished and justly lose my existence but I have to convey the burden that my actions caused on me because it was relevant to this decision. I truly hope I rot in a ditch somewhere forgotten or hated by all.
I hope that’s enough to get an idea of why I feel like I should be dead. I don’t hope for an afterlife, in any sort of way. In a perfect universe death is the same as what existence was before I was born, nothing and at the same time complete peace. No burden of existence, a complete loss of space and time. In a funny way it seems like the closest thing to Nirvana, but then again my understanding of the concept comes from the dictionary’s definition, so maybe what I desire is something different.
I plan to use my grandfathers pistol which came into my mom’s possession and is under her bed with bullets. Shoot from the bottom of my chin straight into my cerebrum, as that seems to be the most effective way to kill myself. I couldn’t find the courage to overdose on medications or to hang myself, so I’m going to die in the easiest way possible. I hope the world gets better when I’m gone. I know my family and everyone else will take this as a shock but I have to be selfish and think of my wellbeing before theirs. I’m a truly disgusting person
2024.05.11 00:21 Buchephalas The Exorcist: Is Pazuzu actually Lamashtu?
I'm sure this has came up here before but i'm curious what the explanation is as i can't find one. Nearly everything about the Demon suggests it's Lamashtu not Pazuzu. I don't believe it was a mistake as Blatty was very well educated and heavily researched The Exorcist, and certain things about the Demon clearly point to Lamashtu which couldn't be a simple mistake.
At the start there's this passage:
Rotted teeth. The Kurd was grinning, waving farewell. The man in khaki groped for a warmth in his pit of his being and came up with a wave and a mustered smile. It dimmed as he looked away. He started the engine, turned in a narrow, eccentric U and headed toward Mosul. The Kurd stood watching, puzzled by a heart-dropping sense of loss as the jeep gathered speed. What was it that was gone? What was it he had felt in the stranger's presence? Something like safety, he remembered; a sense of protection and deep well-being. Now it dwindled in the distance with the fast-moving jeep. He felt strangely alone.
That's talking about the Pazuzu statue leaving the area very clearly, that's the "safety" that's leaving, Merrin is leaving in his Jeep with the Pazuzu statue, that's why he immediately felt uneasy. The very next scene is Merrin (referred to as The Man in Khaki) going through the stuff they excavated and finding the Pazuzu statue.
You could argue it's Merrin who brought that sense of safety. But i can't agree, Blatty researched this stuff too well he's knows what Pazuzu is supposed to be. It's supposed to be a protector of mothers and pregnant women against Lamashtu the Demon that attacks mothers and pregnant women and children/babies. The first direct description of Pazuzu is this too:
It was a green stone head of the demon Pazuzu, personification of the southwest wind. Its dominion was sickness and disease. The head was pierced. The amulet's owner had worn it as a shield.
"Shield" i think seriously suggests protection too. This is seriously suggesting Pazuzu is a protective Deity, which makes no sense for the Demon inside Regan. Its dominion was sickness and disease, is referring to crops right? Or peoples reaction to the havoc he caused to farmers? He caused famine and blight through its destruction of the crops. Exorcist II is a piece of shit and doesn't involve Blatty but i think those researching it clearly realized what Pazuzu actually is as a menacing deity so turned it into a swarm of locusts, that feels more like Pazuzu not the terrorizing mothers part which is diametrically opposed to what it's supposed to be.
It never made sense that Pazuzu was the demon when he's supposed to be the being that protected mothers, the demon in The Exorcist terrorizes Chris. When i first found that out i thought Blatty just didn't really research things and just thought Pazuzu was a creepy statue, but then i found out he seriously did research everything including Mesopotamian Faith.
Isn't it possible that in the Book version at least, Merrin knowingly or unknowingly brought along the statue of Pazuzu (isn't it suggested visually in a scene, with a shadow or something?) and that protected Regan from Lamashtu or another Demon? It would work very well as before Merrin's arrival the demon is clearly winning.
The main thing that suggests it's Pazuzu in the movie is Mercedes McCambridge being credited as the voice of Pazuzu i believe, but was Blatty responsible for the credits or was the studio? I'd guess the latter?
Then everything regarding animals heavily suggests it was Lamashtu.
Lamashtu is depicted as a mythological hybrid, with a hairy body, a lioness' head with donkey's teeth and ears, long fingers and fingernails, and the feet of a bird with sharp talons). She is often shown standing or kneeling on a donkey, nursing a pig and a dog, and holding snakes. She thus bears some functions and resemblance to the demon Lilith\3]) in Jewish mythology.
Regan neighs various times, a neigh i think could be confused with a donkeys bray if coming out of a little girl, plus it's Karras who calls it a "neigh". "nursing a pig and a dog" she oinks and barks various times. "Nursing a pig" is especially interesting, as he calls Regan her "sow" which is the name for a female pig, he says it lovingly also calling her his "pearl and flower". Then during the spiderwalk scene she darts her tongue out like a snake.
Pazuzu doesn't match nearly as well as Lamashtu: Pazuzu is depicted as a combination of diverse animal and human parts. His body of canine form, though scaled not furred,[18] with birds' talons for feet, two pairs of wings, a scorpion's tail and a serpentine penis.[17] He holds his right hand up and his left hand down. His face is striking, with gazelle horns,[19] human ears, a doglike muzzle, bulging eyes, and wrinkles on the cheeks.[19]
The Demon almost always refers to Regan as a Piglet or Sow, and calls Chris "the sow mother".
There's also the problem that the Demon is a compulsive liar and it says there's multiple beings inside Regan, including something it refuses to call a Demon because it's stupid and Demon means "wise one". But i'm just curious for an explanation of the discrepancies between Pazuzu the Mesopotamian Deity and the Demon in the book, especially since Lamashtu matches it much better.
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At the start there's this passage:
Rotted teeth. The Kurd was grinning, waving farewell. The man in khaki groped for a warmth in his pit of his being and came up with a wave and a mustered smile. It dimmed as he looked away. He started the engine, turned in a narrow, eccentric U and headed toward Mosul. The Kurd stood watching, puzzled by a heart-dropping sense of loss as the jeep gathered speed. What was it that was gone? What was it he had felt in the stranger's presence? Something like safety, he remembered; a sense of protection and deep well-being. Now it dwindled in the distance with the fast-moving jeep. He felt strangely alone.
That's talking about the Pazuzu statue leaving the area very clearly, that's the "safety" that's leaving, Merrin is leaving in his Jeep with the Pazuzu statue, that's why he immediately felt uneasy. The very next scene is Merrin (referred to as The Man in Khaki) going through the stuff they excavated and finding the Pazuzu statue.
You could argue it's Merrin who brought that sense of safety. But i can't agree, Blatty researched this stuff too well he's knows what Pazuzu is supposed to be. It's supposed to be a protector of mothers and pregnant women against Lamashtu the Demon that attacks mothers and pregnant women and children/babies. The first direct description of Pazuzu is this too:
It was a green stone head of the demon Pazuzu, personification of the southwest wind. Its dominion was sickness and disease. The head was pierced. The amulet's owner had worn it as a shield.
"Shield" i think seriously suggests protection too. This is seriously suggesting Pazuzu is a protective Deity, which makes no sense for the Demon inside Regan. Its dominion was sickness and disease, is referring to crops right? Or peoples reaction to the havoc he caused to farmers? He caused famine and blight through its destruction of the crops. Exorcist II is a piece of shit and doesn't involve Blatty but i think those researching it clearly realized what Pazuzu actually is as a menacing deity so turned it into a swarm of locusts, that feels more like Pazuzu not the terrorizing mothers part which is diametrically opposed to what it's supposed to be.
It never made sense that Pazuzu was the demon when he's supposed to be the being that protected mothers, the demon in The Exorcist terrorizes Chris. When i first found that out i thought Blatty just didn't really research things and just thought Pazuzu was a creepy statue, but then i found out he seriously did research everything including Mesopotamian Faith.
Isn't it possible that in the Book version at least, Merrin knowingly or unknowingly brought along the statue of Pazuzu (isn't it suggested visually in a scene, with a shadow or something?) and that protected Regan from Lamashtu or another Demon? It would work very well as before Merrin's arrival the demon is clearly winning.
The main thing that suggests it's Pazuzu in the movie is Mercedes McCambridge being credited as the voice of Pazuzu i believe, but was Blatty responsible for the credits or was the studio? I'd guess the latter?
Then everything regarding animals heavily suggests it was Lamashtu.
Lamashtu is depicted as a mythological hybrid, with a hairy body, a lioness' head with donkey's teeth and ears, long fingers and fingernails, and the feet of a bird with sharp talons). She is often shown standing or kneeling on a donkey, nursing a pig and a dog, and holding snakes. She thus bears some functions and resemblance to the demon Lilith\3]) in Jewish mythology.
Regan neighs various times, a neigh i think could be confused with a donkeys bray if coming out of a little girl, plus it's Karras who calls it a "neigh". "nursing a pig and a dog" she oinks and barks various times. "Nursing a pig" is especially interesting, as he calls Regan her "sow" which is the name for a female pig, he says it lovingly also calling her his "pearl and flower". Then during the spiderwalk scene she darts her tongue out like a snake.
Pazuzu doesn't match nearly as well as Lamashtu: Pazuzu is depicted as a combination of diverse animal and human parts. His body of canine form, though scaled not furred,[18] with birds' talons for feet, two pairs of wings, a scorpion's tail and a serpentine penis.[17] He holds his right hand up and his left hand down. His face is striking, with gazelle horns,[19] human ears, a doglike muzzle, bulging eyes, and wrinkles on the cheeks.[19]
The Demon almost always refers to Regan as a Piglet or Sow, and calls Chris "the sow mother".
There's also the problem that the Demon is a compulsive liar and it says there's multiple beings inside Regan, including something it refuses to call a Demon because it's stupid and Demon means "wise one". But i'm just curious for an explanation of the discrepancies between Pazuzu the Mesopotamian Deity and the Demon in the book, especially since Lamashtu matches it much better.
2024.05.10 21:39 Thin_Cut2025 Am I non-binary?
Growing up I was always one of the boys and all of my friends were guys. I always ached because I knew I wasn’t “really” one of the guys. When we grew up my friends started developing crushes on me and what had once been a safe place no longer was. I started getting breasts really early on. I was eight or so and was fully developed within a few years. My double d’s have been the source of nonconsensual groping, sexualization and I’ve been objectified by men since age eight. I also noticed how people who were AFAB were treated as less intelligent and strong in school and I definitely didn’t want to be seen as that. I’d go back and forth between being very girly and very much not girly and identified more with guys. I was proud of it actually. Girl seemed to mean weak and icky and unintelligent. As a teenager I started noticing I liked women but more as if I was a guy and liking men but more as a woman. I was worried maybe I was actualky a trans man (nothin wrong with that I just wondered if my whole existence I’d been faking and pretending) but that didn’t quite seek right. I had a gender crisis but much like my bi crisis, I tabled that for years. I am bi, by the way. It’s been six years and I’ve been wearing more androgynous stuff and growing my body hair out. I never understood what gender euphoria was before I grew hair under my arms. I’ve started embracing more feminine stuff as an adult or things I associated with that (the color pink? SO pretty!). But whenever I wear girly stuff these days I definitely don’t feel super comfortable. I’m very aware of my breasts and hips and getting ogled. I think a large reason why as a teen I did get super girly was I wanted attention and didn’t know healthier ways to get it. I don’t quite know what I am maybe a demigirl or non-binary but I definitely don’t think I’m just a girl but idk maybe I am I just like more traditionally masculine stuff. Idk what to think. I just want to be seen as me. I have bound my chest a few times and feel really happy when I do. But some days I love my boobs. I don’t want to be perceived as either a boy or a girl. Just me. Idk! Idk! Idk!! Also of course someone who is a woman can have body hair and still be a woman! So I’m like. What the heck am I and what do I do and what do I think? I think a binary is so dumb but for so long my gender felt affirming but sometimes I feel like I’m eavesdropping when I’m around women. Idk!!! Idk!!
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2024.05.10 16:15 SimbaTheSavage8 Defective
He turned of age last week, a bright young man of twenty-three, hopeful, intelligent, the very epitome of what Society should be. Everything about him shone, from the polish of his shoes to the gleam of his teeth, to the shiny new badge pinned on his lapel. He twisted the bow tie to the stipulated angle and polished his face. Then he smiled at the mirror and took a deep breath.
Brand new. Ready for Society to take him.
“Good afternoon, Peter,” said the attendant. He was four times his age, a wizarding man with wisps of smoky hair hanging down the sides of his head. He was dented with wrinkles, and his gaze was cloudy.
“Good afternoon,” Peter replied, trying to keep his voice even and his revulsion hidden. He looked briskly around the room. Other attendants buzzed around like busy bees, offering coffee or tea, presenting paperwork. Smiling customers walked out with a new woman in hand. Others were hauled back inside the shop. Peter had spent ages drawing and planning her. Saving up to get her. And now he will get her.
“When do we begin?” Impatience was always his greatest weakness. Something he had to remove sooner or later, but he had to focus on the present. The woman. The prestige. Everything.
The attendant snapped back to attention. “Right this way, sir,” he said, his voice struggling to be as brisk as his. Peter nodded, still impatient. That blueprint he spent months on was firmly secured in his brain, struggling to get free.
They left the comfortable air-conditioned lobby, all white walls and stainless steel floors, and continued on to the rougher part of the shop. Here buttons flashed and machines churned and squealed and robotic arms flew everywhere, grabbing parts with their claws and dropping it off at an assembly line. It was more humid, and Peter raised an arm to rub sweat off his face.
“This is where our women are made,” stated the attendant. Peter nodded, not really listening. His eyes wandered to another robotic arm, dutifully picking up an arm and attaching it to a chest. She was already stuffed with the essentials: heart, lungs, stomach, liver. Right now she was a blank canvas, but soon she would be a piece of art. That would be a near guarantee.
Their shoes clinked on the walkway as they continued through the maze of halls in the factory, until they reached a small control booth, a white cube shining through dark metal. The attendant nodded at Peter and opened the door. No words were exchanged; no instructions were said. Peter knew exactly what he had to do.
He stared up at the blank, black screen in front of him, his mind drawing up his blueprint from his memory. Then his arm reached for the flashing buttons and touch screens in front of him.
***
“Is she to your satisfaction, sir?”
She could easily be mistaken for Dracula’s bride. Pale as the moon, with long, thin hair that flowed down from her forehead like corn-silk. Her marble fingers curled around his palm.
“Yes,” said Peter.
“Understood,” said the attendant. “Sign here.”
Peter picked up the pen, his fingers gripping around the plastic, and stared heavily at the paper. After a whole list of terms and conditions was a single sentence that he knew would change his life for good.
Peter B10874 and Leah B22359 will now be pronounced husband and wife.
His new wife smiled thinly at him and gripped his hand tighter. Lowering the pen, Peter scrawled his name across the sheet.
***
Leah’s life was simple. It could even be boiled down to three words, and three words only.
Cook. Clean. Husband.
Her eyes scanned the floorboards for any signs of dust. There were none; she had been meticulous with her broom that afternoon, counting every speck into her dustpan. Now she stood by the doorway and closed her eyes, waiting for her husband to come home.
“Hi, honey,” Peter repeated.
“I love you,” Leah repeated back.
They locked their arms around each other, fingers groping around their waist. Then Leah took Peter by the hand and led him towards the dining table.
Dinner was waiting. A hot succulent brown chicken, bathed with hot succulent brown gravy. They sat down, husband next to wife, divided the chicken into two, stabbed the meat with their forks, put it into their mouths and began to chew. Then swallowed. Chewed, then swallowed.
“How was work today, dear?” Leah asked.
“It was fine,” Peter replied. The standard response.
He wasn’t lying. Nothing truly spectacular happened. Peter sat in the ‘P’ department with all the other Peters chipping away at a stack of legal documents. The work was simple. The contents were unimportant. Peter never bothered to read any of them; his arm went up and over, signed and stamped, and put them neatly in another pile.
Then he brought another one from the pile. And another, and another, until it was six’o’clock and it was time to go home. He marched with hundreds of other gray suits, down roads thick with gravel and asphalt, all the way home before raising his hand to knock.
They finished the meal in silence, just the two of them, then after Leah did the dishes they made love in bed. Yet even though it was all perfect, exactly as Peter had wanted, there was something missing. A screw loose, perhaps. Leah’s hot breath was musty against his cheek, and her fingers around his palm were stiff.
Too stiff. Too rusty. Her head was slack against her neck. She blinked slowly, twice, as she hummed and made breakfast. Her joints were creaking as she carried the omelettes to the table, and her voice monotonic as she wished him a great day at work. Peter was wondering if he had made a mistake. This was not the woman he ordered.
“I’m not going to work today,” he said.
Leah’s eyes rolled against her sockets. “Why not.”
Peter’s head was spinning. A spring wriggled out of her neck and flopped onto her shoulder. Her arms twitched, and then windmilled, and one fell off, leaving behind a plume of smoke.
So instead he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the door. Giggling, perhaps thinking that Peter would take her out somewhere special, Leah bore a grin. Her teeth dropped out and shattered on the concrete pavement.
***
“So, let us get this straight. Are you looking to return her?”
“Yes,” Peter said impatiently.
The attendant adjusted his glasses and peered at him. “Are you aware of our return policy?”
“It doesn’t matter!” Peter snapped. “Get me a new one!”
”I see.” The attendant coughed politely. His facial expressions didn’t change. “Come with me, please.”
Rachel was everything Leah wasn’t. She had a bigger smile, bigger eyes, bigger everything. Peter had taken great care to choose the eyes. Leah’s eyes were too small for her; therefore it looked like she was always squinting, bordered by thin wrinkles.
He was happier than ever before when he first came in. The jazzy music seemed to be playing louder than before, almost like church-bells. Rachel sat by his side as he counted his cash. Her hand snaked into his lap as he signed the contract for the second time.
If Peter could look back at this moment, he would’ve admitted that Rachel was much more of an improvement. She was faster at her work, quieter, more efficient. Her concentration did not waver as she worked; she barely looked up even. Peter found his days easy, his nights peaceful.
Until she opened her mouth one chicken dinner.
“Do you think I am a good wife?”
Peter jerked upwards. The thought pierced his brain and he did not like it. “I’m sorry?”
“Do you think I am a good wife?” Rachel repeated. Her eyelids opened and shut. Opened and shut.
Peter’s brain was fuzzy. The words came out like static. “I…I…”
“So I am not a good wife?”
Peter did not want to be part of this conversation. He stood up to leave, but Rachel’s gaze bolted him to the floor.
“Am I nothing to you?” Rachel pressed on. “What else am I good for, besides cooking, and cleaning, and making love at night? What else can I do for you?”
‘Enough,” Peter said. His eyes narrowed into slits and his face hardened and smoothed over. For a moment Rachel turned into Leah but his brain flickered and there was Rachel again.
He stood up.
“We are going back tomorrow.”
***
Rachel was screaming as they dragged her back to where she came from, but Peter felt no satisfaction. It was simply a part of Society. She had learned it the hard way. Soon Peter would get her replacement and life would continue as normal.
The attendant stepped up to him, wiping sweat off his glasses.
“Are you Peter? Here for your third wife?”
“Yes.”
“Come with me please.”
The back area stood out like a rogue part compared to the rest of the reception. Crimson streaks crawled up the door made of scrap iron that stood the test of time. As they neared the back area Peter could hear the chaos behind: a symphony of screams and screeches and chomps and clashes of metal upon metal.
His eyes rolled over to the sign. Each letter sunk in like a knife to flesh. For the first time, cold sweat appeared on his palms and rolled down his arm.
The attendant was still talking but Peter was not listening.
“You have violated Society’s return policy by asking for a third wife.”
Peter said nothing.
“Are you well aware of our return policy in your contract?”
A contract. Yes, there was a contract. It was a blur in his brain: black scribbles on a polished white surface. He had carefully printed his name on the paper; Leah had smiled and held his hand at the prospect of going home as a happy married couple.
The attendant flicked the back of Peter’s head and opened the door. Peter walked in without a fuss. If he had looked back, he would have seen a pinprick of a smile on the edges of his lips–the only human emotion they knew–but it was gone almost as quickly.
“Goodbye, Peter B10874,” the attendant said, and then he walked back to serve another customer.
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Brand new. Ready for Society to take him.
“Good afternoon, Peter,” said the attendant. He was four times his age, a wizarding man with wisps of smoky hair hanging down the sides of his head. He was dented with wrinkles, and his gaze was cloudy.
“Good afternoon,” Peter replied, trying to keep his voice even and his revulsion hidden. He looked briskly around the room. Other attendants buzzed around like busy bees, offering coffee or tea, presenting paperwork. Smiling customers walked out with a new woman in hand. Others were hauled back inside the shop. Peter had spent ages drawing and planning her. Saving up to get her. And now he will get her.
“When do we begin?” Impatience was always his greatest weakness. Something he had to remove sooner or later, but he had to focus on the present. The woman. The prestige. Everything.
The attendant snapped back to attention. “Right this way, sir,” he said, his voice struggling to be as brisk as his. Peter nodded, still impatient. That blueprint he spent months on was firmly secured in his brain, struggling to get free.
They left the comfortable air-conditioned lobby, all white walls and stainless steel floors, and continued on to the rougher part of the shop. Here buttons flashed and machines churned and squealed and robotic arms flew everywhere, grabbing parts with their claws and dropping it off at an assembly line. It was more humid, and Peter raised an arm to rub sweat off his face.
“This is where our women are made,” stated the attendant. Peter nodded, not really listening. His eyes wandered to another robotic arm, dutifully picking up an arm and attaching it to a chest. She was already stuffed with the essentials: heart, lungs, stomach, liver. Right now she was a blank canvas, but soon she would be a piece of art. That would be a near guarantee.
Their shoes clinked on the walkway as they continued through the maze of halls in the factory, until they reached a small control booth, a white cube shining through dark metal. The attendant nodded at Peter and opened the door. No words were exchanged; no instructions were said. Peter knew exactly what he had to do.
He stared up at the blank, black screen in front of him, his mind drawing up his blueprint from his memory. Then his arm reached for the flashing buttons and touch screens in front of him.
***
“Is she to your satisfaction, sir?”
She could easily be mistaken for Dracula’s bride. Pale as the moon, with long, thin hair that flowed down from her forehead like corn-silk. Her marble fingers curled around his palm.
“Yes,” said Peter.
“Understood,” said the attendant. “Sign here.”
Peter picked up the pen, his fingers gripping around the plastic, and stared heavily at the paper. After a whole list of terms and conditions was a single sentence that he knew would change his life for good.
Peter B10874 and Leah B22359 will now be pronounced husband and wife.
His new wife smiled thinly at him and gripped his hand tighter. Lowering the pen, Peter scrawled his name across the sheet.
***
Leah’s life was simple. It could even be boiled down to three words, and three words only.
Cook. Clean. Husband.
Her eyes scanned the floorboards for any signs of dust. There were none; she had been meticulous with her broom that afternoon, counting every speck into her dustpan. Now she stood by the doorway and closed her eyes, waiting for her husband to come home.
“Hi, honey,” Peter repeated.
“I love you,” Leah repeated back.
They locked their arms around each other, fingers groping around their waist. Then Leah took Peter by the hand and led him towards the dining table.
Dinner was waiting. A hot succulent brown chicken, bathed with hot succulent brown gravy. They sat down, husband next to wife, divided the chicken into two, stabbed the meat with their forks, put it into their mouths and began to chew. Then swallowed. Chewed, then swallowed.
“How was work today, dear?” Leah asked.
“It was fine,” Peter replied. The standard response.
He wasn’t lying. Nothing truly spectacular happened. Peter sat in the ‘P’ department with all the other Peters chipping away at a stack of legal documents. The work was simple. The contents were unimportant. Peter never bothered to read any of them; his arm went up and over, signed and stamped, and put them neatly in another pile.
Then he brought another one from the pile. And another, and another, until it was six’o’clock and it was time to go home. He marched with hundreds of other gray suits, down roads thick with gravel and asphalt, all the way home before raising his hand to knock.
They finished the meal in silence, just the two of them, then after Leah did the dishes they made love in bed. Yet even though it was all perfect, exactly as Peter had wanted, there was something missing. A screw loose, perhaps. Leah’s hot breath was musty against his cheek, and her fingers around his palm were stiff.
Too stiff. Too rusty. Her head was slack against her neck. She blinked slowly, twice, as she hummed and made breakfast. Her joints were creaking as she carried the omelettes to the table, and her voice monotonic as she wished him a great day at work. Peter was wondering if he had made a mistake. This was not the woman he ordered.
“I’m not going to work today,” he said.
Leah’s eyes rolled against her sockets. “Why not.”
Peter’s head was spinning. A spring wriggled out of her neck and flopped onto her shoulder. Her arms twitched, and then windmilled, and one fell off, leaving behind a plume of smoke.
So instead he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the door. Giggling, perhaps thinking that Peter would take her out somewhere special, Leah bore a grin. Her teeth dropped out and shattered on the concrete pavement.
***
“So, let us get this straight. Are you looking to return her?”
“Yes,” Peter said impatiently.
The attendant adjusted his glasses and peered at him. “Are you aware of our return policy?”
“It doesn’t matter!” Peter snapped. “Get me a new one!”
”I see.” The attendant coughed politely. His facial expressions didn’t change. “Come with me, please.”
Rachel was everything Leah wasn’t. She had a bigger smile, bigger eyes, bigger everything. Peter had taken great care to choose the eyes. Leah’s eyes were too small for her; therefore it looked like she was always squinting, bordered by thin wrinkles.
He was happier than ever before when he first came in. The jazzy music seemed to be playing louder than before, almost like church-bells. Rachel sat by his side as he counted his cash. Her hand snaked into his lap as he signed the contract for the second time.
If Peter could look back at this moment, he would’ve admitted that Rachel was much more of an improvement. She was faster at her work, quieter, more efficient. Her concentration did not waver as she worked; she barely looked up even. Peter found his days easy, his nights peaceful.
Until she opened her mouth one chicken dinner.
“Do you think I am a good wife?”
Peter jerked upwards. The thought pierced his brain and he did not like it. “I’m sorry?”
“Do you think I am a good wife?” Rachel repeated. Her eyelids opened and shut. Opened and shut.
Peter’s brain was fuzzy. The words came out like static. “I…I…”
“So I am not a good wife?”
Peter did not want to be part of this conversation. He stood up to leave, but Rachel’s gaze bolted him to the floor.
“Am I nothing to you?” Rachel pressed on. “What else am I good for, besides cooking, and cleaning, and making love at night? What else can I do for you?”
‘Enough,” Peter said. His eyes narrowed into slits and his face hardened and smoothed over. For a moment Rachel turned into Leah but his brain flickered and there was Rachel again.
He stood up.
“We are going back tomorrow.”
***
Rachel was screaming as they dragged her back to where she came from, but Peter felt no satisfaction. It was simply a part of Society. She had learned it the hard way. Soon Peter would get her replacement and life would continue as normal.
The attendant stepped up to him, wiping sweat off his glasses.
“Are you Peter? Here for your third wife?”
“Yes.”
“Come with me please.”
The back area stood out like a rogue part compared to the rest of the reception. Crimson streaks crawled up the door made of scrap iron that stood the test of time. As they neared the back area Peter could hear the chaos behind: a symphony of screams and screeches and chomps and clashes of metal upon metal.
His eyes rolled over to the sign. Each letter sunk in like a knife to flesh. For the first time, cold sweat appeared on his palms and rolled down his arm.
The attendant was still talking but Peter was not listening.
“You have violated Society’s return policy by asking for a third wife.”
Peter said nothing.
“Are you well aware of our return policy in your contract?”
A contract. Yes, there was a contract. It was a blur in his brain: black scribbles on a polished white surface. He had carefully printed his name on the paper; Leah had smiled and held his hand at the prospect of going home as a happy married couple.
The attendant flicked the back of Peter’s head and opened the door. Peter walked in without a fuss. If he had looked back, he would have seen a pinprick of a smile on the edges of his lips–the only human emotion they knew–but it was gone almost as quickly.
“Goodbye, Peter B10874,” the attendant said, and then he walked back to serve another customer.
2024.05.09 23:13 Nobanana_cabana Femme for femme lesbians have you ever feared for your safety when being affectionate with your partner in public?
In my past I have experienced stalkers and creepy men. This hasn’t affected the way I show affection to my partner in public 100%. But I am cautious about doing certain things in public. For example, I love to hold her hand, give her a kiss (or wait to move away if there are men present to kiss her so we are not being stared at) or hold her on a park bench when I had the chance. But because I didn’t want to full on have a make out session with her and grope her in public she believed that I wasn’t attracted to her as much as I said I was. I explained to her that I don’t do it out of respect and also a fear of our safety as two femme presenting lesbian women. You never know how people are going to respond to seeing something like that. We’ve had a creepy man approach us just being snuggled on a bench. Safety is very important to me and I’m always looking out for my partners safety and well being always when we are in public also considering the fact that I live in Florida. Am I right for feeling this way or am I just being paranoid? Have you ever had a fear of safety when showing affection to your partner in public as a femme for femme lesbian? Please no judgement.
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2024.05.09 17:14 Egotistica1Giraffe Is Daniel a chikan?
Chikan (痴漢, チカン, or ちかん) is sexual harassment or other obscene acts conducted against the victim's will, or a person who commits such an act. The term is frequently used to describe men who take advantage of the crowded conditions on the public transit systems to grope women
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2024.05.09 03:38 Silver-Scratch807 Tony Soprano was bisexual
Initially I was thinking of this as a joke, but there are just too many things pointing to this. First off, look at how Tony approaches jail vs Phil. Without female companionship, Phil resorts to masturbating in a tissue. Tony on the other hand instantly brings up gay sex.
He then goes on to explicitly suggest Carlo, his own soldier, to engage in sucking dick. He fervently advocates for Vito and fights for his rights. Not only this, he's constantly hugging and groping other men-facading as "friendliness" but actually trying to fulfill his latent homosexual desires. In addition to hugging, he also kisses a lot of men.
He's in a loveless marriage with hollow goomar's on the side-TEXTBOOK closeted behavior. Never shows any true love or passion to any women. In fact, he might have actually been gay-plenty of gay men have been married and even had kids.
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He then goes on to explicitly suggest Carlo, his own soldier, to engage in sucking dick. He fervently advocates for Vito and fights for his rights. Not only this, he's constantly hugging and groping other men-facading as "friendliness" but actually trying to fulfill his latent homosexual desires. In addition to hugging, he also kisses a lot of men.
He's in a loveless marriage with hollow goomar's on the side-TEXTBOOK closeted behavior. Never shows any true love or passion to any women. In fact, he might have actually been gay-plenty of gay men have been married and even had kids.
2024.05.07 08:24 iseeyou1980 Worst date ever—can’t help but laugh…
Dating sucks! Haha!
I (43F) went out with a Hinge date (50M) yesterday (Sunday). Casual, daytime beers. No biggie. We had matched, chatted a bit, and scheduled the date last Tuesday. I almost cancelled because we didn’t really interact that much in the interim and as we got closer I just wasn’t feeling it. I didn’t feel like putting in the effort getting ready for a date who didn’t even say hi in five days. But, he confirmed the day prior so I decided to go along with it. Laughably big mistake.
Here’s why:
1) He rolled up 10 minutes late in a wrinkly white T-shirt smelling like stale cigarettes. He had been napping and almost forgot. He didn’t even introduce himself.
2) He dominated the conversation with these tidbits:
—He expects his partner to pick up extra jobs doing Door Dash or Uber if her primary job doesn’t make the same amount as his.
—He told me all about his best friend/roommate of two decades who is soon moving to Puerto Rico because the dumbass thinks he can evade over $1M in back taxes he hasn’t paid. He’s been living off the grid for twenty years to avoid filing taxes and thinks Puerto Rico has some sort of amnesty.
—Within an hour, he’s discussing us cuddling on the couch watching movies (after having great sex) with his dog. Who is apparently “looking for a new mommy.”
—He told me about, not only his exes, but all of the previous hookups, threesomes, anal sex, and kinks he’s had.
—Of course, sex is very important to him. He assured me he’s been told he has a very nice c*ck.
3) He started calling me baby.
4) He crushed six beers in the time we were there (four more than me) and yet we still split the bill straight down the middle. Less the 70¢ I didn’t have on me. [I would’ve left much earlier but we had to wait forever for this damn bill!!]
TW! Sensitive! 5) He walked me to my car (mainly because it was two down from his) where he managed to position himself blocking the driver’s side door so I couldn’t get in. Then he proceeded to slobber all over my face with his while groping all over my body.
I didn’t have time to react straight away and feel really violated, actually. I did manage to tell him he was too handsy, and he stopped for a minute.
6) TW! Sensitive! When I pulled back he accused me of not liking kissing and tried to force my hand to touch his erect penis through his pants. I said no and he just shrugged “I guess I’ll just go home and masturbate.” Mind you, this is 4pm in the afternoon on a really busy street with loads of pedestrians. Just showing his audacity. Obviously, I managed to eventually leave.
7) And, the best for last! He couldn’t cross the street because it was less than 100yds from his CURRENT, ACTIVE restraining order! Apparently his former, female, roommate, didn’t like that he showed up on the Ring camera with a gun yelling at someone out in the street! All a huge misunderstanding, of course.
So, yeah. Absolutely horrific. But this nutjob honestly thought there was a future here simply because we both like Pink Floyd. He was very offended when I sent him a courteous rejection text.
I’m off dating for a while, truthfully. Especially after this one. Going to spend time surrounded by amazing women and work on myself. Just putting this out there to show that being single is desirable!
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I (43F) went out with a Hinge date (50M) yesterday (Sunday). Casual, daytime beers. No biggie. We had matched, chatted a bit, and scheduled the date last Tuesday. I almost cancelled because we didn’t really interact that much in the interim and as we got closer I just wasn’t feeling it. I didn’t feel like putting in the effort getting ready for a date who didn’t even say hi in five days. But, he confirmed the day prior so I decided to go along with it. Laughably big mistake.
Here’s why:
1) He rolled up 10 minutes late in a wrinkly white T-shirt smelling like stale cigarettes. He had been napping and almost forgot. He didn’t even introduce himself.
2) He dominated the conversation with these tidbits:
—He expects his partner to pick up extra jobs doing Door Dash or Uber if her primary job doesn’t make the same amount as his.
—He told me all about his best friend/roommate of two decades who is soon moving to Puerto Rico because the dumbass thinks he can evade over $1M in back taxes he hasn’t paid. He’s been living off the grid for twenty years to avoid filing taxes and thinks Puerto Rico has some sort of amnesty.
—Within an hour, he’s discussing us cuddling on the couch watching movies (after having great sex) with his dog. Who is apparently “looking for a new mommy.”
—He told me about, not only his exes, but all of the previous hookups, threesomes, anal sex, and kinks he’s had.
—Of course, sex is very important to him. He assured me he’s been told he has a very nice c*ck.
3) He started calling me baby.
4) He crushed six beers in the time we were there (four more than me) and yet we still split the bill straight down the middle. Less the 70¢ I didn’t have on me. [I would’ve left much earlier but we had to wait forever for this damn bill!!]
TW! Sensitive! 5) He walked me to my car (mainly because it was two down from his) where he managed to position himself blocking the driver’s side door so I couldn’t get in. Then he proceeded to slobber all over my face with his while groping all over my body.
I didn’t have time to react straight away and feel really violated, actually. I did manage to tell him he was too handsy, and he stopped for a minute.
6) TW! Sensitive! When I pulled back he accused me of not liking kissing and tried to force my hand to touch his erect penis through his pants. I said no and he just shrugged “I guess I’ll just go home and masturbate.” Mind you, this is 4pm in the afternoon on a really busy street with loads of pedestrians. Just showing his audacity. Obviously, I managed to eventually leave.
7) And, the best for last! He couldn’t cross the street because it was less than 100yds from his CURRENT, ACTIVE restraining order! Apparently his former, female, roommate, didn’t like that he showed up on the Ring camera with a gun yelling at someone out in the street! All a huge misunderstanding, of course.
So, yeah. Absolutely horrific. But this nutjob honestly thought there was a future here simply because we both like Pink Floyd. He was very offended when I sent him a courteous rejection text.
I’m off dating for a while, truthfully. Especially after this one. Going to spend time surrounded by amazing women and work on myself. Just putting this out there to show that being single is desirable!
2024.05.07 02:33 KiroDrago Is it okay to NOT forgive even if the abuser is "doing better"?
Please help, I can't get this off my mind.
For further context, I have been doing my best to forgive my newest step-dad for what he has done. He has changed a little bit, but nobody could repair the damage he has caused.
He still has the old habit of expecting king treatment. He gets upset when things don't go his way, even if it is out of our control. About all the women in the house has to listen and obey him. He's basically a manchild at best.
He hasn't been employed in over 5 years, and says that he deserves a break because he had a job for 10 years. He can't even do the bare minimum of cleaning up after himself. Sticky half-full cans being left on his side, food, vape, all that good junk. He's still a slob.
Even I took the effort into signing up to a donation program during the many years we lived at "poverty level". He didn't like how I told the school that me and my sister needed food because during some of those years, mom bought her and dad food while me and my sister had mold and goldfish crackers for dinner.
Like I guess I am such a villian for not wanting to eat that nor having to wear rotting shoes from the garbage. At least I tried to help, but I guess it wasn't enough?
However, he finally comforted me when I was hurting myself and crying. He has been nicer and he has sometimes been getting his own food. He has been less criticizing and has been in a better mood.
I want to change, but I can't. He has enforced the fact that my childhood were supposed to be my best years, even though I have been trying to heal from many parts of it. I feel like it's too late, and my shitty brain won't stop replaying every little detail.
He made me scared, so scared. Most of what he did was emotional abuse, but he thinks he has the rights to brag about not beating us anymore even if it took me 3 CPS calls to get him to stop. We're having "attitudes" for just showing the slightest of emotion.
The fear me and my sister felt when we were alone with him was unbearable, and mom never believed us. She defended him through everything, she doesn't care about what he has done and she made it clear.
She doesn't bother about his threats to starve us, or when he says oddly specific ways to hurt us to cope, such as, "I wish I could just slice their heads off and have them switch bodies" or "I'll beat your head with a glass jar until it breaks and stabs into your skull".
He was ableist as well, telling me that he'll never treat me as well as my sister because I am autistic. He joked and mocked my deformity before I got the surgery for it and he believes that autistic people are less significant. Even during the surgery, he avoided helping me get on the wheelchair.
He's just like one of the old dads, but that old dad would beat me for showing disability symptoms. Now my mind is stuck to believe that I am a feeble and unwanted child. Why couldn't I be the "normal" child that every dad who left or stayed wanted?
I'm sorry that I couldn't take the methamphetamine to "cure" my ADHD when I was 11, I guess it was a valid reason to chase me with a broom and scream about how fucking retarded I am. You missed and ended up puncturing the wall with the broom, as if you don't create enough holes in the walls or doors already.
He shamed me for not suffering "worse" and my emotions were a game to him. I mean, isn't it pure comedy that I burned myself with scissors to cope with body dysmorphia? Or isn't it funny when I have breakdowns while I am left in tears? All of that resulted in his laughter.
He has sexually harrased the only person I feel safe with, my little sister. He has groped and slapped me and my sister's butt too, as well as purposely dry humping my mom in front of her. He got in the mood to play with my mom's boobs after he had me change because my shirt was "too revealing", and he admitted that he should see me naked because he's legally my dad.
He has shown signs of pedophilia, especially with his famous "It's normal for dad's to be attracted to his daughters at least once" quote that I often share in these posts of mine. Very inspiring, right?
But once again, it's all in the past. It doesn't matter to them that I developed a fawn response to all of this, it's probably selfish to not forgive somebody solely based on their past actions, but I do it to keep me sane. I want to move on as well, but I'm broken from all of this and even just talking to him now makes me infuriated.
I'm extremely sensitive, I hear my own screams or whines in pain, I flinch when somebody raises their hand next to me because I expect them to hurt me, I harm myself impulsively or zone out when distressed, I ache and feel guilty all the time, I'm into age play... I'm just a bad result from how I was treated by many men including him.
Why can't I just be a good daughter, or a loving and forgiving person as a whole?
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For further context, I have been doing my best to forgive my newest step-dad for what he has done. He has changed a little bit, but nobody could repair the damage he has caused.
He still has the old habit of expecting king treatment. He gets upset when things don't go his way, even if it is out of our control. About all the women in the house has to listen and obey him. He's basically a manchild at best.
He hasn't been employed in over 5 years, and says that he deserves a break because he had a job for 10 years. He can't even do the bare minimum of cleaning up after himself. Sticky half-full cans being left on his side, food, vape, all that good junk. He's still a slob.
Even I took the effort into signing up to a donation program during the many years we lived at "poverty level". He didn't like how I told the school that me and my sister needed food because during some of those years, mom bought her and dad food while me and my sister had mold and goldfish crackers for dinner.
Like I guess I am such a villian for not wanting to eat that nor having to wear rotting shoes from the garbage. At least I tried to help, but I guess it wasn't enough?
However, he finally comforted me when I was hurting myself and crying. He has been nicer and he has sometimes been getting his own food. He has been less criticizing and has been in a better mood.
I want to change, but I can't. He has enforced the fact that my childhood were supposed to be my best years, even though I have been trying to heal from many parts of it. I feel like it's too late, and my shitty brain won't stop replaying every little detail.
He made me scared, so scared. Most of what he did was emotional abuse, but he thinks he has the rights to brag about not beating us anymore even if it took me 3 CPS calls to get him to stop. We're having "attitudes" for just showing the slightest of emotion.
The fear me and my sister felt when we were alone with him was unbearable, and mom never believed us. She defended him through everything, she doesn't care about what he has done and she made it clear.
She doesn't bother about his threats to starve us, or when he says oddly specific ways to hurt us to cope, such as, "I wish I could just slice their heads off and have them switch bodies" or "I'll beat your head with a glass jar until it breaks and stabs into your skull".
He was ableist as well, telling me that he'll never treat me as well as my sister because I am autistic. He joked and mocked my deformity before I got the surgery for it and he believes that autistic people are less significant. Even during the surgery, he avoided helping me get on the wheelchair.
He's just like one of the old dads, but that old dad would beat me for showing disability symptoms. Now my mind is stuck to believe that I am a feeble and unwanted child. Why couldn't I be the "normal" child that every dad who left or stayed wanted?
I'm sorry that I couldn't take the methamphetamine to "cure" my ADHD when I was 11, I guess it was a valid reason to chase me with a broom and scream about how fucking retarded I am. You missed and ended up puncturing the wall with the broom, as if you don't create enough holes in the walls or doors already.
He shamed me for not suffering "worse" and my emotions were a game to him. I mean, isn't it pure comedy that I burned myself with scissors to cope with body dysmorphia? Or isn't it funny when I have breakdowns while I am left in tears? All of that resulted in his laughter.
He has sexually harrased the only person I feel safe with, my little sister. He has groped and slapped me and my sister's butt too, as well as purposely dry humping my mom in front of her. He got in the mood to play with my mom's boobs after he had me change because my shirt was "too revealing", and he admitted that he should see me naked because he's legally my dad.
He has shown signs of pedophilia, especially with his famous "It's normal for dad's to be attracted to his daughters at least once" quote that I often share in these posts of mine. Very inspiring, right?
But once again, it's all in the past. It doesn't matter to them that I developed a fawn response to all of this, it's probably selfish to not forgive somebody solely based on their past actions, but I do it to keep me sane. I want to move on as well, but I'm broken from all of this and even just talking to him now makes me infuriated.
I'm extremely sensitive, I hear my own screams or whines in pain, I flinch when somebody raises their hand next to me because I expect them to hurt me, I harm myself impulsively or zone out when distressed, I ache and feel guilty all the time, I'm into age play... I'm just a bad result from how I was treated by many men including him.
Why can't I just be a good daughter, or a loving and forgiving person as a whole?
2024.05.06 19:20 Sunil_123456 I (44 M) am worried I have parentified my son (19 M)
I (44 M) have always been a weak and timid person. I was palpably small in size, quite thin and delicately-built, hence I always got bullied and harrassed by all my peers, especially in college, most men were bigger and stronger than me. Growing up with abuse, I grew to fear all men (especially the ones who were well-built, they came across as very intimidating to me) and avoided them as much as possible. I was very uncomfortable in an all-male setting and always looked for women to be in the mix. I have gone through life with a rather constant feeling of dread and fear. I walked down the streets differently than my peers. I would park my car near lights, avoid poorly-lit basement parkings, I would watch other people when I was walking, avoid desolate streets and I was always aware of potential threats. At times, I found myself wishing I had a strong masculine figure, such as a brother, to be there with me who could protect me and take me under his wings
When my son grew up to become quite big in size and strength, I somehow started viewing him as that figure who could protect me. Despite being a teenager, still in his adolescence (19 M), he was visibly strong, muscularly-built. He was nothing like me, contrasted me completely. While I have always been treated unfairly (even abused) and people walked all over me and I tolerated all of it because I was too scared to confront men or stand up for myself, he's someone who will never tolerate even the slightest of injustice and is always the one to take charge of the situation. I sensed his competence to rise to an occasion. He was also very caring and sensitive, was very mature for his age and exuded robust capability to protect and provide. He started being protective towards me and my wife (his mother).
For a long time, I have faced groping and inappropriate touching by male passengers in public transport - the city trains. It happened many times and every time I was left frightened. But I had no choice but to commute again because my work demanded me to. I suffered silently because I was ashamed to disclose it to anyone. My daily commute to work was nothing less than a nightmare. I was trampled, mauled and constantly pushed around. Tired of daily nightmarish experiences, I floated this thought that my son and I could commute together since we travelled at almost the same time and same route because his college was a stone's throw distance from my workplace. That's where it all started and I ended up requesting him nearly every day. Initially it was just the drop off in the mornings, but eventually I even started requesting him to come and pick me up in the evenings adjusting his schedule. He started sensing my fear towards males and also saw me getting trampled and struggling to navigate through the crowded trains on my own. He started helping me and we ended up having a tacit understanding that he has to provide me a drop-off and pick up every day and hand-hold me through the crowds shielding me from prowlers. Over a period of time, his body language became quite evident that he viewed me as weak and fragile and had placed me under his protection, not just for my workplace commute but for every aspect of life. This arrangement and understanding is a secret from everyone, especially my wife.
There are times when I feel alarmed at the rate at which I am getting dependent on him for my most basic needs. I fear that I will end up overburdening him at this young age. A role-reversal has already happened unfortunately and I am looking up to him more and more as a nurturing and protective figure while in reality I should be the nurturing figure to him. The fact that I am living a sheltered life in the safety of a teenaged boy makes me feel emasculated. Further, I am very worried that I am parentifying him and possibly ruining his youth. Due to my incompetencies, he has to invest a lot of time shouldering my responsibility, a time which he would have otherwise invested in social and academic pursuits. He never complains, acts like a responsible adult. He invests a lot of time in ferrying me everyday and manages all this along with his studies. Whenever I broach this subject, he says that he will always find time for me because safety comes first, rest everything next. Sometimes, I do worry about exposing him to a possible threatening situation but at the same time, I am also convinced about his physical formidability, because despite being adolescent, he's heavily-built, enough to intimidate even a fully-grown adult. In fact our physical contrast has been attracting ill-humored comments from our relatives and friends.
I have tried a lot to become independent, but I am finding it impossible. Every time I go out there on the menacing streets, I get so frightened that I end up running back to the safety of my son's refuge. While I am placed in the safety of my son, the same menacing streets and crowded public transport appear different, it appears safe and I feel confident to walk the same space as my peers. When he's around, it feels like the load is off me and I am not required to worry about anything or what to do next. In his hands, my life has literally completely transformed. Maybe it's just my perception, but I have actually noticed a difference in other people's attitude towards me. People don't infantilize me or don't treat me unfairly when they see me with a big strong male. When he's around, all my worries disappear. His sheer familiarity makes me calm, it is a very soothing and relieving feeling, it is like coming home. Also the fact that I am getting protection from a close kin ensures that my vulnerability is not known to any outsider. For a very long time, I have lived my life with a constant dread and in abject fear – fear of being vulnerable to all men, fear of being picked off a desolate street and raped, fear of being bullied, fear of being treated unfairly, fear of unwanted fondling in public transport. Honestly I don’t want it anymore in my life. It's just that I have suffered for so long, that now I am desperate to seek a sheltered life even if that means going through the humiliation of role-reversal with my son
I am worried
Please advise
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When my son grew up to become quite big in size and strength, I somehow started viewing him as that figure who could protect me. Despite being a teenager, still in his adolescence (19 M), he was visibly strong, muscularly-built. He was nothing like me, contrasted me completely. While I have always been treated unfairly (even abused) and people walked all over me and I tolerated all of it because I was too scared to confront men or stand up for myself, he's someone who will never tolerate even the slightest of injustice and is always the one to take charge of the situation. I sensed his competence to rise to an occasion. He was also very caring and sensitive, was very mature for his age and exuded robust capability to protect and provide. He started being protective towards me and my wife (his mother).
For a long time, I have faced groping and inappropriate touching by male passengers in public transport - the city trains. It happened many times and every time I was left frightened. But I had no choice but to commute again because my work demanded me to. I suffered silently because I was ashamed to disclose it to anyone. My daily commute to work was nothing less than a nightmare. I was trampled, mauled and constantly pushed around. Tired of daily nightmarish experiences, I floated this thought that my son and I could commute together since we travelled at almost the same time and same route because his college was a stone's throw distance from my workplace. That's where it all started and I ended up requesting him nearly every day. Initially it was just the drop off in the mornings, but eventually I even started requesting him to come and pick me up in the evenings adjusting his schedule. He started sensing my fear towards males and also saw me getting trampled and struggling to navigate through the crowded trains on my own. He started helping me and we ended up having a tacit understanding that he has to provide me a drop-off and pick up every day and hand-hold me through the crowds shielding me from prowlers. Over a period of time, his body language became quite evident that he viewed me as weak and fragile and had placed me under his protection, not just for my workplace commute but for every aspect of life. This arrangement and understanding is a secret from everyone, especially my wife.
There are times when I feel alarmed at the rate at which I am getting dependent on him for my most basic needs. I fear that I will end up overburdening him at this young age. A role-reversal has already happened unfortunately and I am looking up to him more and more as a nurturing and protective figure while in reality I should be the nurturing figure to him. The fact that I am living a sheltered life in the safety of a teenaged boy makes me feel emasculated. Further, I am very worried that I am parentifying him and possibly ruining his youth. Due to my incompetencies, he has to invest a lot of time shouldering my responsibility, a time which he would have otherwise invested in social and academic pursuits. He never complains, acts like a responsible adult. He invests a lot of time in ferrying me everyday and manages all this along with his studies. Whenever I broach this subject, he says that he will always find time for me because safety comes first, rest everything next. Sometimes, I do worry about exposing him to a possible threatening situation but at the same time, I am also convinced about his physical formidability, because despite being adolescent, he's heavily-built, enough to intimidate even a fully-grown adult. In fact our physical contrast has been attracting ill-humored comments from our relatives and friends.
I have tried a lot to become independent, but I am finding it impossible. Every time I go out there on the menacing streets, I get so frightened that I end up running back to the safety of my son's refuge. While I am placed in the safety of my son, the same menacing streets and crowded public transport appear different, it appears safe and I feel confident to walk the same space as my peers. When he's around, it feels like the load is off me and I am not required to worry about anything or what to do next. In his hands, my life has literally completely transformed. Maybe it's just my perception, but I have actually noticed a difference in other people's attitude towards me. People don't infantilize me or don't treat me unfairly when they see me with a big strong male. When he's around, all my worries disappear. His sheer familiarity makes me calm, it is a very soothing and relieving feeling, it is like coming home. Also the fact that I am getting protection from a close kin ensures that my vulnerability is not known to any outsider. For a very long time, I have lived my life with a constant dread and in abject fear – fear of being vulnerable to all men, fear of being picked off a desolate street and raped, fear of being bullied, fear of being treated unfairly, fear of unwanted fondling in public transport. Honestly I don’t want it anymore in my life. It's just that I have suffered for so long, that now I am desperate to seek a sheltered life even if that means going through the humiliation of role-reversal with my son
I am worried
Please advise
2024.05.06 15:00 indie_genius Allegations, evidence, and skepticism.
So with this conflict seemingly at an end I wanted to get some general thoughts on the validity of allegations from both sides. At the start I was a fan of both artist, with a bias toward Kendricks music but definitely enjoying a good Drake club banger. I even enjoyed when Drake talked tough haha. But I wanted to remain skeptical and treat both parties as if they were innocent especially since the claims where coming from someone with a clear motive to defame them, thats what a rap beef is. SO TLDR: I wanted to layout the evidence for each allegation weak and strong to make some conclusions on which ones to lend credence to.
Drake
Pedophilia/Human trafficking:
Kendrick is abusive:
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Drake
Pedophilia/Human trafficking:
- Drake openly associates with Baka (Never addressed this in a song.) This is the most damning and concerning in my opinion. He has been convicted of crimes and Drake still calls him his boy.
- Video of him groping and kissing a 17 year old knowing her age when he was 22 (Never addressed this in a song) This is a close second.
- Association with a model Bella Harris a model from the age of 17-18 (We don't know the nature of their relationship and have no direct evidence it was sexual. The model has denied it was sexual.)
- Association with Millie Bobby brown. (She has never implied anything inappropriate between them.)
- No accusers against Drake have come forward.
- Says hes too rich and famous to be a pedo. (This makes no sense, many prominent wealthy people are and use money and fame to hide their crimes.
- Overall evidence rating: Moderate, Drake is very likely a creep when it comes to women and likes younger women but maybe not to an illegal level. In his own music he talks about manipulating them with money and them being in their twenties and immature when he is 30. Which is still gross none the less. Like one of those guys who waits for a highschooler to turn legal age.
- This is almost irrefutable and Drake did not address this at all in any songs
- None of the people who Kendrick named in Not Like Us have spoken in Drakes defense
- Overall evidence rating: Strong, basically fact.
- Adonis seems to be a healthy happy child who loves his father
- No real evidence of their being a child though he has hidden a child in the past so this is weak evidence in favor
- Overall evidence rating: Weak, most likely not true
- Not really sure how you prove this.
- Evidence rating: Weak, but could be true for sure.
Kendrick is abusive:
- Some allegations from years ago (Kendrick addressed this in an interview, as far as I know no charges where ever brought).
- Rating: Weak, no real merit.
- Whitney doesn't follow Kendrick but does follow Dave free. Dave likes pics of the kids.
- Rating: Weak. Follows on social don't really say much to me. She could just want to stay out of the public eye and allow her partner to handle the drama. Liking pics of your life long friends kid is normal if you consider them your own family. (Also raising a child who isn't his doesnt really make Kendrick a bad person in my mind. Not punishing a child for things that arent their fault takes a lot of strength but thats just me. )
- Defending R Kelly being on streaming. (To my understanding his actual issue was removing problematic black artist but not having the same energy for white artist who have done the exact same thing.)
- Having Kodak on Mr.Morale (I need to relisten to the album but I think he was saying Kodak is also a victim in someway due to abuse/generational trauma to black people in America and is trying to heal himself. (I personally dont really like this but thats a whole other convo.)
- He cheats on Whitney with white women. (The only evidence we have of this are Kendricks own words and to my understanding this was a past issue that Kendrick talked about going to therapy for and healing their relationship. No real evidence of this happening currently.)
- Rating: Strong. Kendrick is probably a hypocrite but hes human, so what. I enjoy his music because he is flawed.
- This was based off of a clear misinterpretation by Drake of Mother I Sober. Kendrick clearly says he was NOT molested. Also if he was how is that even an insult...
- Rating: Weak, not true.
- He wears a size 7
- Rating: Irrefutable
2024.05.06 04:51 Personal_Privacy1101 Man vs bear really got me thinking.
This whole trend started along with the trend of girl vs boy moms fighting about hitting.
Where are the men. Besides the ones telling women they are dumb for choosing bear.
I mean let's be realistic here everything falls on the mom. Kids misbehave. Mom. Kids dirty. Mom. Ect. And dad? Oh he gets a cookie for taking them to the park.
I am SO sick of seeing this trend frankly bc like we have to start realizing as a society and as mothers our influence only goes so far especially with boys who are turning into teens and young adults. No baby or toddler is inherently abusive so why are women claiming responsibility for raising them better. It's MEN. At some point in a pre-teens life but more importantly a boys life their mothers experiences and influences do not matter as much as society. To a preteen society and their peers, media and other older teens/men. That's just development. You start to look outside of your mother and family. We all have done it, it's normal.
So we have to start putting that responsibility on MEN. If men don't show case respect, kindness, empathy, equal participation, love, all the things we hope our boys to reverse in the future from our own experiences then our efforts when they are 5,6,9,10 do not hold the influence we think they do. This isn't on women and mothers. It's on men. It's on husband's and teachers and friends, uncles.
What does it say to our boys when our husband's come home, roll their eyes at our asking for help, see our husband's slumping on the couch while mom slaves easy for dinner, maybe at worst gropes her and sees moms negative reaction and him making a slide comment or not taking her seriously. This ISNT ON US. ITS ON THEM.
I saw a post of a man saying he's scared for his daughters future. Well wtf are you doing to change that reality. Men will claim they'd rather have their daughters in the woods with a bear. Wtf are you doing to prove to her that if she saw a man she'd be safer with him than a bear? How are you treating your wives? How are you participating in the home? Do you call other men out or look the other way bc YOU ARE ALSO TERRIFIED OF OTHER MEN and what they are capable of.
this trend is pissing me off so badly bc men are just not getting it. And it won't take women saying please pay attention bc they don't care about what we say. They don't listen. Believe. See us. Hear us. As humans. It will take OTHER MEN to change this reality. Until then they will continue to fear for their daughters safety and women will be to blame for not raising boys right. This.is.not.all.on.mothers.
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Where are the men. Besides the ones telling women they are dumb for choosing bear.
I mean let's be realistic here everything falls on the mom. Kids misbehave. Mom. Kids dirty. Mom. Ect. And dad? Oh he gets a cookie for taking them to the park.
I am SO sick of seeing this trend frankly bc like we have to start realizing as a society and as mothers our influence only goes so far especially with boys who are turning into teens and young adults. No baby or toddler is inherently abusive so why are women claiming responsibility for raising them better. It's MEN. At some point in a pre-teens life but more importantly a boys life their mothers experiences and influences do not matter as much as society. To a preteen society and their peers, media and other older teens/men. That's just development. You start to look outside of your mother and family. We all have done it, it's normal.
So we have to start putting that responsibility on MEN. If men don't show case respect, kindness, empathy, equal participation, love, all the things we hope our boys to reverse in the future from our own experiences then our efforts when they are 5,6,9,10 do not hold the influence we think they do. This isn't on women and mothers. It's on men. It's on husband's and teachers and friends, uncles.
What does it say to our boys when our husband's come home, roll their eyes at our asking for help, see our husband's slumping on the couch while mom slaves easy for dinner, maybe at worst gropes her and sees moms negative reaction and him making a slide comment or not taking her seriously. This ISNT ON US. ITS ON THEM.
I saw a post of a man saying he's scared for his daughters future. Well wtf are you doing to change that reality. Men will claim they'd rather have their daughters in the woods with a bear. Wtf are you doing to prove to her that if she saw a man she'd be safer with him than a bear? How are you treating your wives? How are you participating in the home? Do you call other men out or look the other way bc YOU ARE ALSO TERRIFIED OF OTHER MEN and what they are capable of.
this trend is pissing me off so badly bc men are just not getting it. And it won't take women saying please pay attention bc they don't care about what we say. They don't listen. Believe. See us. Hear us. As humans. It will take OTHER MEN to change this reality. Until then they will continue to fear for their daughters safety and women will be to blame for not raising boys right. This.is.not.all.on.mothers.
2024.05.06 01:11 Nearby-Astronomer298 For the Evangelicals
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