Oedipous Is Alive And Well And Living In A Loft Conversion In Manhattan

Crimson Statue

A big thankyou to Observer Woman Makes Me Spit for providing this very amusing article in The Guardian. Frankly, I'm not that surprised such wretched entities exist. Nor am I surprised that women sent to interview them don't understand the underlying reason for their general cuntishness. I shall return to that one.

Basically what we're talking about here is the minor phenomenon of educated, middle class and very high profile male bloggers whose attitude towards women is a weird combination of loathing, contempt and insecurity(please, read the article, it's worth it). They're looking for love basically, but every woman that crosses their path fails utterly to be anything other than another troublesome chore, a target for their brooding, internal rage, or at best a mild distraction to be discarded when they get bored. So far, so predictable. The biggest problem is that they then go and write candid online memoirs about their disappointments and bizarre behaviour disorders. Un-burdened by a need to self censor, they bask in their own their own alpha male smugness, yet wonder why they aren't hitched to the only woman who can satisfy them. I don't doubt they love women, but they hate that the 'perfect woman' doesn't exist and probably never did. The resulting disgust and self loathing is manifested in their relationships and then set out for a small but influencial audience to chatter over it, giving it a kind of soap opera status.

I've always wondered if I should go 'confessional'. It might not be a great idea though. Can you imagine a blog in which I let you know my deepest, darkest secrets? Told you things you didn't really need to know? Ok, so I might get a few more hits (Ha!), but quite frankly, I'd get about three blog posts out of it before I ran out of material. Also, I don't get much 'action', so it would be a toss up between talking about self abuse or my porn collection. Neither are subjects I feel able to write entertainingly about. Athletes foot on the other hand.............

Anyway. In answer to my original point. Why do these 'neo-mysoginists' seemingly have such loathing for most women, yet cling like desperate puppies to the notion of love and marriage?

Simple really. They all want to marry their mother.



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