Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Men are Pigs, Women are Evil
"Hey, how's it going?" Nathan casually asked as he puffed on his cigarette.
"Good," I answered, trying not to notice his hand slyly brushing up my friend's back.
"Really? That's good." Giggles.
Like you care.
"Hey," he started. "Do you want to know a secret?"
"What?" I retorted cheerfully, trying to hide my despise for him.
He chuckled a little, coughing on his smoke, and motioned 'come here.' Reluctantly, I shifted my balance, arms crossed, and raised an eyebrow.
He walked over and put his hand on my shoulder, ever so delicately, and whispered lecherously in my ear, "All men are pigs. Women are evil." His sleepy and sticky voice seeped through my body.
He went on with a tirade of how men followed their natural instincts, and implied that it was okay to sleep with as many people as possible. Women were evil, playing mind games all the time and calculating ways to trap a man into precarious situations. He had it all figured out - being the former and being hurt by the latter made it okay for him to make this argument.
I had a lead-sinking feeling in my stomach. I felt as if I was scarred and tainted, merely by hearing those words. If life was a process of molding a perfect and flawless clay, I had a huge chunk carved out of me and knew that life as I knew it would be a continuous chunking away until I ceased to exist. Facing jaded reality makes me feel defeated, because refutation is futile and counter-productive.
Men are pigs. Women are evil.
A mantra that replays in my head once in a while, haunting me for the rest of my life.
"Good," I answered, trying not to notice his hand slyly brushing up my friend's back.
"Really? That's good." Giggles.
Like you care.
"Hey," he started. "Do you want to know a secret?"
"What?" I retorted cheerfully, trying to hide my despise for him.
He chuckled a little, coughing on his smoke, and motioned 'come here.' Reluctantly, I shifted my balance, arms crossed, and raised an eyebrow.
He walked over and put his hand on my shoulder, ever so delicately, and whispered lecherously in my ear, "All men are pigs. Women are evil." His sleepy and sticky voice seeped through my body.
He went on with a tirade of how men followed their natural instincts, and implied that it was okay to sleep with as many people as possible. Women were evil, playing mind games all the time and calculating ways to trap a man into precarious situations. He had it all figured out - being the former and being hurt by the latter made it okay for him to make this argument.
I had a lead-sinking feeling in my stomach. I felt as if I was scarred and tainted, merely by hearing those words. If life was a process of molding a perfect and flawless clay, I had a huge chunk carved out of me and knew that life as I knew it would be a continuous chunking away until I ceased to exist. Facing jaded reality makes me feel defeated, because refutation is futile and counter-productive.
Men are pigs. Women are evil.
A mantra that replays in my head once in a while, haunting me for the rest of my life.
// posted by sakit @ 5:26 PM 
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I swear if one more girl writes a posting about "guys are pigs and girls are evil" or ANYTHING relating to that subject I'm going to just unleash my venom. No more nice guy.
Have a nice 'fright'!
PS: I'm back in HKG on the 10th.
Have a nice 'fright'!
PS: I'm back in HKG on the 10th.
I think that this is the common view in Japan. But in the US, men are evil when they don't keep their piggishness under control, and women, who have little self control, are the pigs.
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