CFMO Club for women

“First date an impromtu hike. Found out years later she chose to go on a hike with me rather than see her ob/gyn!”

“<AHEM>

1) 'Black and Tan'? Guinness & Bass.
2) Guinness and Harp? 'Half and Half' ('Arf 'n' 'Arf).

<SHEESH>

Don't believe it? Pog ma hoin!



About that other... What was the question again? <G>

Oh Yeah... Recent experience has shown that lots of folks (present company excepted) have only two moving parts (mouth and butthole) and they are interchangeable. Neither sex seems to have a monopoly on this.

(It doesn't matter if they lie to you.... if you're not listening, LOL)

Also, if you find that you are in the bottom of a hole, Quit Digging! Excuse me while I take my own advice....”

“Spot where my wife and I met in the Purdue Student Union, Oct. 1971

I got this pic last May while visiting the campus. She picked up the film and saw it before I could surprise her. Kinda cool anyway.”

“I knew there were some of you guys out there!! I said, can't figure you out, not lost all hope.

Nameless: They fall in love with women where they work because they fantasize about competent women and feel most manly at work. It doesn't work Mike, because the insecurities kick in and they cannot run away.

Bitpusher: You can't remember the favorite color because you don't really know what celedon is. ;)”

“earrings. Never failed in 25 1/2 years.”

“The answer depends on who you ask. The all-Guinness Black & Tan is Harp's Lager and Guinness. (Harp's is brewed by Guinness at Dundalk). Many consider the classic Black & Tan to be Bass Pale Ale and Guinness. (To some Irish, they appreciate the fact that the Irish comes out on top!
However, Bass Ale is not as available in Ireland as it used to be, and either Harp or Smithwicks is generally used. However, there are many variations involving a stout or porter and another lighter coloured beer, either lager or ale.

A half-and-half is often just another name for a Black & Tan. However, in many North American Irish pubs, the Bass/Guinness combination is called a Black & Tan, while the Harp/Guinness combination is called a Half-and-Half.

So, Black and Tan, Half and Half, B&T, Half'n'alf, it all depends on where you are and who you ask. When your bartender is a 240 lb., 6'4" fellow named O'Malley, a Black & Tan, or a Half-and-Half, is whatever he says it is!

Come Out ye Black & Tans!

I was born on a Dublin street
Where the loyal drums did beat
And those bloody English feet
They walked all over us!
But every single night
When me Da would come home tight,
He'd invite the neighbours out
With this chorus:

Come out ye Black & Tans!
Come out and fight me like a man.
Show your wife how you won medals
Down in Flanders.
Tell her how the IRA
Made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes
Of Killeshandra!”

“A man after my own heart! I've even got an Irish Setter. Did you know they were originally white with red spots?

But hey, this is not the black and tan thread. (should there be one!?) Leave it to men to intrude on our club thread and turn the conversation towards beer.”

“The Met Museum NYC.”

“Nothing wrong with enjoying a little beer while lamenting over these issues.

I have no advice to give, as I have not yet figured out men either! :)”

“Ramblings of a mad woman!


The
SCUM Manifesto
by Valerie Solanas

Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore and no aspect of society being at all relevant to
women, there remains to civic-minded, responsible, thrill-seeking females only to overthrow
the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the
male sex.

It is now technically feasible to reproduce without the aid of males (or, for that matter,
females) and to produce only females. We must begin immediately to do so. Retaining the
male has not even the dubious purpose of reproduction. The male is a biological accident: the
Y (male) gene is an incomplete X (female) gene, that is, it has an incomplete set of
chromosomes. In other words, the male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted
at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency
disease and males are emotional cripples.

The male is completely egocentric, trapped inside himself, incapable of empathizing or
identifying with others, or love, friendship, affection of tenderness. He is a completely isolated
unit, incapable of rapport with anyone. His responses are entirely visceral, not cerebral; his
intelligence is a mere tool in the services of his drives and needs; he is incapable of mental
passion, mental interaction; he can't relate to anything other than his own physical sensations.
He is a half-dead, unresponsive lump, incapable of giving or receiving pleasure or happiness;
consequently, he is at best an utter bore, an inoffensive blob, since only those capable of
absorption in others can be charming. He is trapped in a twilight zone halfway between
humans and apes, and is far worse off than the apes because, unlike the apes, he is capable of
a large array of negative feelings -- hate, jealousy, contempt, disgust, guilt, shame, doubt -- and
moreover, he is aware of what he is and what he isn't.

Although completely physical, the male is unfit even for stud service. Even assuming
mechanical proficiency, which few men have, he is, first of all, incapable of zestfully, lustfully,
tearing off a piece, but instead is eaten up with guilt, shame, fear and insecurity, feelings rooted
in male nature, which the most enlightened training can only minimize; second, the physical
feeling he attains is next to nothing; and third, he is not empathizing with his partner, but is
obsessed with how he's doing, turning in an A performance, doing a good plumbing job. To
call a man an animal is to flatter him; he's a machine, a walking dildo. It's often said that men
use women. Use them for what? Surely not pleasure.

Eaten up with guilt, shame, fears and insecurities and obtaining, if he's lucky, a barely
perceptible physical feeling, the male is, nonetheless, obsessed with screwing; he'll swim
through a river of snot, wade nostril-deep through a mile of vomit, if he thinks there'll be a
friendly #&%!$ awaiting him. He'll screw a woman he despises, any snaggle-toothed hag, and
furthermore, pay for the opportunity. Why? Relieving physical tension isn't the answer, as
masturbation suffices for that. It's not ego satisfaction; that doesn't explain screwing corpses
and babies.

Completely egocentric, unable to relate, empathize or identify, and filled with a vast, pervasive,
diffuse sexuality, the male is pyschically passive. He hates his passivity, so he projects it onto
women, defines the make as active, then sets out to prove that he is (`prove that he is a Man').
His main means of attempting to prove it is screwing (Big Man with a Big Dick tearing off a
Big Piece). Since he's attempting to prove an error, he must `prove' it again and again.
Screwing, then, is a desperate compulsive, attempt to prove he's not passive, not a woman;
but he is passive and does want to be a woman.

Being an incomplete female, the male spends his life attempting to complete himself, to
become female. He attempts to do this by constantly seeking out, fraternizing with and trying
to live through an fuse with the female, and by claiming as his own all female characteristics --
emotional strength and independence, forcefulness, dynamism, decisiveness, coolness,
objectivity, assertiveness, courage, integrity, vitality, intensity, depth of character, grooviness,
etc -- and projecting onto women all male traits -- vanity, frivolity, triviality, weakness, etc. It
should be said, though, that the male has one glaring area of superiority over the female --
public relations. (He has done a brilliant job of convincing millions of women that men are
women and women are men). The male claim that females find fulfillment through motherhood
and sexuality reflects what males think they'd find fulfilling if they were female.

Women, in other words, don't have #&%!$ envy; men have #&%!$ envy. When the male accepts
his passivity, defines himself as a woman (males as well as females think men are women and
women are men), and becomes a transvestite he loses his desire to screw (or to do anything
else, for that matter; he fulfills himself as a drag queen) and gets his dick chopped off. He then
achieves a continuous diffuse sexual feeling from `being a woman'. Screwing is, for a man, a
defense against his desire to be female. He is responsible for:

War: The male's normal compensation for not being female, namely, getting his Big Gun off,
is grossly inadequate, as he can get it off only a very limited number of times; so he gets it off
on a really massive scale, and proves to the entire world that he's a `Man'. Since he has no
compassion or ability to empathize or identify, proving his manhood is worth an endless
amount of mutilation and suffering and an endless number of lives, including his own -- his
own life being worthless, he would rather go out in a blaze of glory than to plod grimly on for
fifty more years.

Niceness, Politeness, and `Dignity': Every man, deep down, knows he's a worthless piece
of #&%!$. Overwhelmed by a sense of animalism and deeply ashamed of it; wanting, not to
express himself, but to hide from others his total physicality, total egocentricity, the hate and
contempt he feels for other men, and to hide from himself the hate and contempt he suspects
other men feel for him; having a crudely constructed nervous system that is easily upset by the
least display of emotion or feeling, the male tries to enforce a `social' code that ensures perfect
blandness, unsullied by the slightest trace or feeling or upsetting opinion. He uses terms like
`copulate', `sexual congress', `have relations with' (to men sexual relations is a redundancy),
overlaid with stilted manners; the suit on the chimp.

Money, Marriage and Prostitution, Work and Prevention of an Automated Society:
There is no human reason for money or for anyone to work more than two or three hours a
week at the very most. All non-creative jobs (practically all jobs now being done) could have
been automated long ago, and in a moneyless society everyone can have as much of the best
of everything as she wants. But there are non-human, male reasons for wanting to maintain the
money system:

1. #&%!$. Despising his highly inadequate self, overcome with intense anxiety and a deep,
profound loneliness when by his empty self, desperate to attach himself to any female in dim
hopes of completing himself, in the mystical belief that by touching gold he'll turn to gold, the
male craves the continuous companionship of women. The company of the lowest female is
preferable to his own or that of other men, who serve only to remind him of his repulsiveness.
But females, unless very young or very sick, must be coerced or bribed into male company.

2. Supply the non-relating male with the delusion of usefulness, and enable him to try to justify
his existence by digging holes and then filling them up. Leisure time horrifies the male, who will
have nothing to do but contemplate his grotesque self. Unable to relate or to love, the male
must work. Females crave absorbing, emotionally satisfying, meaningful activity, but lacking
the opportunity or ability for this, they prefer to idle and waste away their time in ways of their
own choosing -- sleeping, shopping, bowling, shooting pool, playing cards and other games,
breeding, reading, walking around, daydreaming, eating, playing with themselves, popping
pills, going to the movies, getting analyzed, traveling, raising dogs and cats, lolling about on
the beach, swimming, watching TV, listening to music, decorating their houses, gardening,
sewing, nightclubbing, dancing, visiting, `improving their minds' (taking courses), and
absorbing `culture' (lectures, plays, concerts, `arty' movies). Therefore, many females would,
even assuming complete economic equality between the sexes, prefer living with males or
peddling their asses on the street, thus having most of their time for themselves, to spending
many hours of their days doing boring, stultifying, non-creative work for someone else,
functioning as less than animals, as machines, or, at best -- if able to get a `good' job --
co-managing the #&%!$pile. What will liberate women, therefore, from male control is the total
elimination of the money-work system, not the attainment of economic equality with men
within it.

3. Power and control. Unmasterful in his personal relations with women, the male attains to
masterfulness by the manipulation of money and everything controlled by money, in other
words, of everything and everybody.

4. Love substitute. Unable to give love or affection, the male gives money. It makes him feel
motherly. The mother gives milk; he gives bread. He is the Breadwinner.

5. Provide the male with a goal. Incapable of enjoying the moment, the male needs something
to look forward to, and money provides him with an eternal, never-ending goal: Just think of
what you could do with 80 trillion dollars -- invest it! And in three years time you'd have 300
trillion dollars!!!

6. Provide the basis for the male's major opportunity to control and manipulate -- fatherhood.

Fatherhood and Mental Illness (fear, cowardice, timidity, humility, insecurity,
passivity): Mother wants what's best for her kids; Daddy only wants what's best for Daddy,
that is peace and quiet, pandering to his delusion of dignity (`respect'), a good reflection on
himself (status) and the opportunity to control and manipulate, or, if he's an `enlightened'
father, to `give guidance'. His daughter, in addition, he wants sexually -- he givers her hand in
marriage; the other part is for him. Daddy, unlike Mother, can never give in to his kids, as he
must, at all costs, preserve his delusion of decisiveness, forcefulness, always-rightness and
strength. Never getting one's way leads to lack of self-confidence in one's ability to cope with
the world and to a passive acceptance of the status quo. Mother loves her kids, although she
sometimes gets angry, but anger blows over quickly and even while it exists, doesn't preclude
love and basic acceptance. Emotionally diseased Daddy doesn't love his kids; he approves of
them -- if they're `good', that is, if they're nice, `respectful', obedient, subservient to his will,
quiet and not given to unseemly displays of temper that would be most upsetting to Daddy's
easily disturbed male nervous system -- in other words, if they're passive vegetables. If they're
not `good', he doesn't get angry -- not if he's a modern, `civilized' father (the old-fashioned
ranting, raving brute is preferable, as he is so ridiculous he can be easily despised) -- but rather
express disapproval, a state that, unlike anger, endures and precludes a basic acceptance,
leaving the kid with the feeling of worthlessness and a lifelong obsession wit being approved
of; the result is fear of independent thought, as this leads to unconventional, disapproved of
opinions and way of life.

For the kid to want Daddy's approval it must respect Daddy, and being garbage, Daddy can
make sure that he is respected only by remaining aloof, by distantness, by acting on the
precept of `familiarity breeds contempt', which is, of course, true, if one is contemptible. By
being distant and aloof, he is able to remain unknown, mysterious, and thereby, to inspire fear
(`respect').

Disapproval of emotional `scenes' leads to fear of strong emotion, fear of one's own anger
and hatred. Fear of anger and hatred combined with a lack of self-confidence in one's ability
to cope with and change the world, or even to affect in the slightest way one's own destiny,
leads to a mindless belief that the world and most people in it are nice and the most banal,
trivial amusements are great fun and deeply pleasurable.

The affect of fatherhood on males, specifically, is to make them `Men', that is, highly
defensive of all impulses to passivity, faggotry, and of desires to be female. Every boy wants
to imitate his mother, be her, fuse with her, but Daddy forbids this; he is the mother; he gets
to fuse with her. So he tells the boy, sometimes directly, sometimes indirectly, to not be a
sissy, to act like a `Man'. The boy, scared #&%!$less of and `respecting' his father, complies, and
becomes just like Daddy, that model of `Man'-hood, the all-American ideal -- the well-behaved
heterosexual dullard.

The effect of fatherhood on females is to make them male -- dependent, passive, domestic,
animalistic, insecure, approval and security seekers, cowardly, humble, `respectful' of
authorities and men, closed, not fully responsive, half-dead, trivial, dull, conventional,
flattened-out and thoroughly contemptible. Daddy's Girl, always tense and fearful, uncool,
unanalytical, lacking objectivity, appraises Daddy, and thereafter, other men, against a
background of fear (`respect') and is not only unable to see the empty shell behind the facade,
but accepts the male definition of himself as superior, as a female, and of herself, as inferior,
as a male, which, thanks to Daddy, she really is.

It is the increase of fatherhood, resulting from the increased and more widespread affluence
that fatherhood needs in order to thrive, that has caused the general increase of mindlessness
and the decline of women in the United States since the 1920s. The close association of
affluence with fatherhood has led, for the most part, to only the wrong girls, namely, the
`privileged' middle class girls, getting `educated'.

The effect of fathers, in sum, has been to corrode the world with maleness. The male has a
negative Midas Touch -- everything he touches turns to #&%!$.

Suppression of Individuality, Animalism (domesticity and motherhood), and
Functionalism: The male is just a bunch of conditioned reflexes, incapable of a mentally free
response; he is tied to he earliest conditioning, determined completely by his past experiences.
His earliest experiences are with his mother, and he is throughout his life tied to her. It never
becomes completely clear to the make that he is not part of his mother, that he is he and she is
she.

His greatest need is to be guided, sheltered, protected and admired by Mama (men expect
women to adore what men shrink from in horror -- themselves) and, being completely
physical, he yearns to spend his time (that's not spent `out in the world' grimly defending
against his passivity) wallowing in basic animal activities -- eating, sleeping, #&%!$ting, relaxing
and being soothed by Mama. Passive, rattle-headed Daddy's Girl, ever eager for approval, for
a pat on the head, for the `respect' if any passing piece of garbage, is easily reduced to Mama,
mindless ministrator to physical needs, soother of the weary, apey brow, booster of the tiny
ego, appreciator of the contemptible, a hot water bottle with tits.

The reduction to animals of the women of the most backward segment of society -- the
`privileged, educated' middle-class, the backwash of humanity -- where Daddy reigns
supreme, has been so thorough that they try to groove on labour pains and lie around in the
most advanced nation in the world in the middle of the twentieth century with babies chomping
away on their tits. It's not for the kids sake, though, that the `experts' tell women that Mama
should stay home and grovel in animalism, but for Daddy's; the tits for Daddy to hang onto;
the labor pains for Daddy to vicariously groove on (half dead, he needs awfully strong stimuli
to make him respond).

Reducing the female to an animal, to Mama, to a male, is necessary for psychological as well
as practical reasons: the male is a mere member of the species, interchangeable with every
other male. He has no deep-seated individuality, which stems from what intrigues you, what
outside yourself absorbs you, what you're in relation to. Completely self-absorbed, capable of
being in relation only to their bodies and physical sensations, males differ from each other only
to the degree and in the ways they attempt to defend against their passivity and against their
desire to be female.

The female's individuality, which he is acutely aware of, but which he doesn't comprehend and
isn't capable of relating to or grasping emotionally, frightens and upsets him and fills him with
envy. So he denies it in her and proceeds to define everyone in terms of his or her function or
use, assigning to himself, of course, the most important functions -- doctor, president,
scientist -- therefore providing himself with an identity, if not individuality, and tries to
convince himself and women (he's succeeded best at convincing women) that the female
function is to bear and raise children and to relax, comfort and boost the ego if the male; that
her function is such as to make her interchangeable with every other female. In actual fact, the
female function is to relate, groove, love and be herself, irreplaceable by anyone else; the male
function is to produce sperm. We now have sperm banks.

In actual fact, the female function is to explore, discover, invent, solve problems crack jokes,
make music -- all with love. In other words, create a magic world.

Prevention of Privacy: Although the male, being ashamed of what he is and almost of
everything he does, insists on privacy and secrecy in all aspects of his life, he has no real
regard for privacy. Being empty, not being a complete, separate being, having no self to
groove on and needing to be constantly in female company, he sees nothing at all wrong in
intruding himself on any woman's thoughts, even a total stranger's, anywhere at any time, but
rather feels indignant and insulted when put down for doing so, as well as confused -- he can't,
for the life of him, understand why anyone would prefer so much as one minute of solitude to
the company of any creep around. Wanting to become a woman, he strives to be constantly
around females, which is the closest he can get to becoming one, so he created a `society'
based upon the family -- a male-female could and their kids (the excuse for the family's
existence), who live virtually on top of one another, unscrupuluously violating the females'
rights, privacy and sanity.

Isolation, Suburbs, and Prevention of Community: Our society is not a community, but
merely a collection of isolated family units. Desperately insecure, fearing his woman will leave
him if she is exposed to other men or to anything remotely resembling life, the male seeks to
isolate her from other men and from what little civilization there is, so he moves her out to the
suburbs, a collection of self-absorbed couples and their kids. Isolation enables him to try to
maintain his pretense of being an individual nu becoming a `rugged individualist', a loner,
equating non-cooperation and solitariness with individuality.

There is yet another reason for the male to isolate himself: every man is an island. Trapped
inside himself, emotionally isolated, unable to relate, the male has a horror of civilization,
people, cities, situations requiring an ability to understand and relate to people. So like a
scared rabbit, he scurries off, dragging Daddy's little #&%!$ with him to the wilderness,
suburbs, or, in the case of the hippy -- he's way out, Man! -- all the way out to the cow
pasture where he can #&%!$ and breed undisturbed and mess around with his beads and flute.

The `hippy', whose desire to be a `Man', a `rugged individualist', isn't quite as strong as the
average man's, and who, in addition, is excited by the thought having lots of women
accessible to him, rebels against the harshness of a Breadwinner's life and the monotony of
one woman. In the name of sharing and cooperation, he forms a commune or tribe, which, for
all its togetherness and partly because of it, (the commune, being an extended family, is an
extended violation of the female's rights, privacy and sanity) is no more a community than
normal `society'.

A true community consists of individuals -- not mere species members, not couples --
respecting each others individuality and privacy, at the same time interacting with each other
mentally and emotionally -- free spirits in free relation to each other -- and co-operating with
each other to achieve common ends. Traditionalists say the basic unit of `society' is the
family; `hippies' say the tribe; no one says the individual.

The `hippy' babbles on about individuality, but has no more conception of it than any other
man. He desires to get back to Nature, back to the wilderness, back to the home of furry
animals that he's one of, away from the city, where there is at least a trace, a bare beginning of
civilization, to live at the species level, his time taken up with simple, non-intellectual activities
-- farming, #&%!$ing, bead stringing. The most important activity of the commune, the one upon
which it is based, is gang-banging. The `hippy' is enticed to the commune mainly by the
prospect for free #&%!$ -- the main commodity to be shared, to be had just for the asking, but,
blinded by greed, he fails to anticipate all the other men he has to share with, or the jealousies
and possessiveness for the pussies themselves.

Men cannot co-operate to achieve a common end, because each man's end is all the #&%!$ for
himself. The commune, therefore, is doomed to failure; each `hippy' will, in panic, grad the
first simpleton who digs him and whisks her off to the suburbs as fast as he can. The male
cannot progress socially, but merely swings back and forth from isolation to gang-banging.

Conformity: Although he wants to be an individual, the male is scared of anything in himself
that is the slightest bit different from other men, it causes him to suspect that he's not really a
`Man', that he's passive and totally sexual, a highly upsetting suspicion. If other men are "A"
and he's not, he must not be a man; he must be a fag. So he tries to affirm his `Manhood' by
being like all the other men. Differentness in other men, as well as himself, threatens him; it
means they're fags whom he must at all costs avoid, so he tries to make sure that all other
men conform.

The male dares to be different to the degree that he accepts his passivity and his desire to be
female, his fagginess. The farthest out male is the drag queen, but he, although different from
most men, is exactly like all the other drag queens like the functionalist, he has an identity -- he
is female. He tries to define all his troubles away -- but still no individuality. Not completely
convinced that he's a woman, highly insecure about being sufficiently female, he conforms
compulsively to the man-made stereotype, ending up as nothing but a bundle of stilted
mannerisms.

To be sure he's a `Man', the male must see to it that the female be clearly a `Woman', the
opposite of a `Man', that is, the female must act like a faggot. And Daddy's Girl, all of whose
female instincts were wrenched out of her when little, easily and obligingly adapts herself to the
role.

Authority and Government: Having no sense of right and wrong, no conscience, which can
only stem from having an ability to empathize with others... having no faith in his non-existent
self, being unnecessarily competitive, and by nature, unable to co-operate, the male feels a
need for external guidance and control. So he created authorities -- priests, experts, bosses,
leaders, etc -- and government. Wanting the female (Mama) to guide him, but unable to accept
this fact (he is, after all, a MAN), wanting to play Woman, to usurp her function as Guider and
Protector, he sees to it that all authorities are male.

There's no reason why a society consisting of rational beings capable of empathizing with
each other, complete and having no natural reason to compete, should have a government,
laws or leaders.

Philosophy, Religion, and Morality Based on Sex: The male's inability to relate to anybody
or anything makes his life pointless and meaningless (the ultimate male insight is that life is
absurd), so he invented philosophy and religion. Being empty, he looks outward, not only for
guidance and control, but for salvation and for the meaning of life. Happiness being for him
impossible on this earth, he invented Heaven.

For a man, having no ability to empathize with others and being totally sexual, `wrong' is
sexual `license' and engaging in `deviant' (`unmanly') sexual practices, that is, not defending
against his passivity and total sexuality which, if indulged, would destroy `civilization', since
`civilization' is based entirely upon the male need to defend himself against these
characteristics. For a woman (according to men), `wrong' is any behavior that would entice
men into sexual `license' -- that is, not placing male needs above her own and not being a
faggot.

Religion not only provides the male with a goal (Heaven) and helps keep women tied to men,
but offers rituals through which he can try to expiate the guilt and shame he feels at not
defending himself enough against his sexual impulses; in essence, that guilt and shame he feels
at being male.

Most men men, utterly cowardly, project their inherent weaknesses onto women, label them
female weaknesses and believe themselves to have female strengths; most philosophers, not
quite so cowardly, face the fact that make lacks exist in men, but still can't face the fact that
they exist in men only. So they label the male condition the Human Condition, post their
nothingness problem, which horrifies them, as a philosophical dilemma, thereby giving stature
to their animalism, grandiloquently label their nothingness their `Identity Problem', and proceed
to prattle on pompously about the `Crisis of the Individual', the `Essence of Being', `Existence
preceding Essence', `Existential Modes of Being', etc. etc.

A woman not only takes her identity and individuality for granted, but knows instinctively that
the only wrong is to hurt others, and that the meaning of life is love.

Prejudice (racial, ethnic, religious, etc): The male needs scapegoats onto whom he can
project his failings and inadequacies and upon whom he can vent his frustration at not being
female. And the vicarious discriminations have the practical advantage of substantially
increasing the #&%!$ pool available to the men on top.

Competition, Prestige, Status, Formal Education, Ignorance and Social and Economic
Classes: Having an obsessive desire to be admired by women, but no intrinsic worth, the
make constructs a highly artificial society enabling him to appropriate the appearance of worth
through money, prestige, `high' social class, degrees, professional position and knowledge
and, by pushing as many other men as possible down professionally, socially, economically,
and educationally.

The purpose of `higher' education is not to educate but to exclude as many as possible from
the various professions.

The male, totally physical, incapable of mental rapport, although able to understand and use
knowledge and ideas, is unable to relate to them, to grasp them emotionally: he does not value
knowledge and ideas for their own sake (they're just means to ends) and, consequently, feels
no need for mental companions, no need to cultivate the intellectual potentialities of others. On
the contrary, the male has a vested interest in ignorance; it gives the few knowledgeable men a
decided edge on the unknowledgeable ones, and besides, the male knows that an enlightened,
aware female population will mean the end of him. The healthy, conceited female wants the
company of equals whom she can respect and groove on; the male and the sick, insecure,
unself-confident male female crave the company of worms.

No genuine social revolution can be accomplished by the male, as the male on top wants the
status quo, and all the male on the bottom wants is to be the male on top. The male `rebel' is a
farce; this is the male's `society', made by him to satisfy his needs. He's never satisfied,
because he's not capable of being satisfied. Ultimately, what the male `rebel' is rebelling against
is being male. The male changes only when forced to do so by technology, when he has no
choice, when `society' reaches the stage where he must change or die. We're at that stage now;
if women don't get their asses in gear fast, we may very well all die.

Prevention of Conversation: Being completely self-centered and unable to relate to anything
outside himself, the male's `conversation', when not about himself, is an impersonal droning
on, removed from anything of human value. Male `intell”

“I guess I should have "linked" mine, huh?”

“Christ! Give a LINK for the d@mn thing. Don't make us scroll through that. MEN!!!”

“Limpy,
You are nominated our president! But I thought you were male? This is truly a discouraging essay for women. Maybe we only THINK we want to understand men. It may be best for all if we don't.”

“Now you're on to something, dhutch!”

“Help! I'm a lesbian stuck in a man's body!


Lizs, you are so right. Sorry.”

“Is this where some guy is supposed to say that Valerie Solanas just hasen't met the right man yet?”

“I think Valerie has the same problem as Limpy!”

“They both haven't met the right man?”

“Hey, put the blame for that post where it belongs-Limpy. Don't blame the rest of us poor, miserable, misunderstood guys.”

“Is there such thing as the right man?? what gets me is all the men say they arent like other men..but reality guys..YOU ARE !!!!!

They just think they are different in their own minds..”

“Sure, just like all women are alike.

If that was true, it wouldn't matter which one I was with, would it?”

“I'm a man
I can change
If I have to
I guess”

“Patheticman, I've already apologized to the ladies for the too-long post. I'm not gonna apologize to you.


tee hee, I said "too-long post!"”

“I love the red/green show!”

“Keep your stick on the ice!”

“Who says this isn't a Black and Tan thread? LOLOLOL

When I said I was rais'd by bartenders and folk musicians, I s'pose I should've said IRISH folk musicians! <G>

(and they've all described B&T's as I did)


At the pub on the crossroads there's whiskey and beer
There's brandy from cognac that's fragrant but dear
But for killing the thirst and for raising the gout
There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout
Drink it up men, it's long after ten

At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray
There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay
Going up to the mourning I wore out me shoes
Going up to the cross for the best of good booze
Drink it up men, it's long after ten

Some folk o'er the water think bitter is fine
And others they swear by the juice of the wine
But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop
Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top
Drink it up men, it's long after ten

I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France
At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance
So hear me then mister and pour me one more
If I cannot drink it up then throw me out the door
Drink it up men, it's long after ten

It's Guinness's porter that has me this way
For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger than tea
But when in the morning I feel kind of rough
Me cursin' lord I be who brews the damned stuff
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
Drink it up men, it's long after ten



Note: when they say 'ten,' they mean ten AM.

For Future Reference: "When the sun is over the yardarm" is also a refence to the approximate hour of 10 AM... in most latitudes.



What was this thread supposed to be about? <G>”

“What's a yardarm?”

“It was an arm on a sailing ship from which the yardsail hung, and sometimes sailors who got themselves into more trouble than they could handle.”

“O the summer time has come
And the trees are sweetly bloomin'
And wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a tower
By yon clear crystal fountain
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
Will ye go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?

I will range through the wilds
And the deep glen sae drearie
And return wi' the spoils
To the bower o' my dearie
Will ye go lassie go?

And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?

If my true love she'll not come
Then I'll surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the bloomin' heather
Will ye go, lassie, go?”

“Great song Tilt. Here's another:

Young women they run like hares on the mountain
And if I was a young man I'd soon go a-hunting

Young women they sing like birds in the bushes
If I was a young man I'd go beat them bushes

Young women they swim like ducks in the water
If I was a young man I'd soon go swim after

Young women they run like hares on the mountain
And if I was a young man I'd soon go a-hunting”

“No problem remembering a lady's birthday..... and I could remember her favourite colour too, if she'd quit changing her mind about what it is......”

“Perhaps that can get us back on track, somewhat.


Did you see the car Red built last week? <G> The driver's seat looked like an old barber's chair. He took out the back seat and installed a toaster over, a microwave and a fridge full of TV dinners and beer.”

“Oh, and 'refence' is what you do if your fence falls down.”

“All it takes to screw up a thread for women is a bunch of men!”

“Now here is a proper drinkin' ditty. A cup o'kindness to ye' all.



Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

Chorus.-For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o'kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit,
Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

And there's a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

Robert Burns”

“Your mission has been accomplished.
Over”

“Exactly, Geo.

And The Wild Mountain Thyme isn't exactly Address to a Haggis but it serves fairly well in this context.



A Toast of Unknown Origin to speed you on your way:

Here's to us!
What's like us is damn few
And we're All Dead!”

“Haggis is yucky. A friend brought some over for my Superbowl party last year and stunk up my house.

I threw the Haggis at a Scottish festival though and they gave me scotch! Then I threw it even farther. The reward system works!”

“Haggis is a peculiar substance. I try to stay at least 50 away from it at all times... and not let it in my house, LOL!”

“OK, Ladies...here it is (my creditials to address this respected group: Married 29 years (as of 1/5/03), three sisters, three daughters, one time supervised all female engineering group).

The first thing you have to understand about men, is that we don't understand women very well and probably will never spend enough time and energy trying to do so. We have been known to lament why a woman can't be more like a man (Ref: Rex Harrison in My Fair Lady when he sings: "Why Can't a Woman Be More Like a Man?"). This makes us look like we are not sensitive. The truth is that we are in denial and are waiting for you to come around.

Male ego - We like to think we are right and in charge...even on those rare occasions when we are wrong or not in charge. We like strong leaders that we can respect. I think men hate nagging most of all...it attacks our male ego at the core. I thank God I don't have a nagging wife and she knows how much I am grateful. Nagging is probably the quickest way to destroy a relationship. What you need to understand about nagging is that it probably will not ever produce the long-range outcomes you desire.

Lovemaking/Sex - We like sex and don't necessarily have to be emotionally connected to a woman to enjoy sex. This is one reason why men need mothers, wives, good male role models, and religious/moral training to keep us civilized. We are visually stimulated much more than women are. Men think that denying your husband sex as "punishment" is not good, but rewarding him with sex when he does something you like is super. I could say more here, but I think you know what I mean.

Emotions - Men have emotions, but we don't feel like talking about most of them. Anger and frustration we can talk about because those sooth our male egos. When we have those emotions they subside and go away and we get better. Likewise, we assume the same is true with you. If you are mad at us, then we assume you will get over it if we just leave you alone long enough.

When men are together we rarely talk about emotions, feelings, or relationships. Instead we talk about sports, hobbies, work, food, drink, and other stuff like that. Ladies, I think it is healthy for a marriage or relationship to let your man "hang out with the guys" sometimes (with your blessing) if he wants to.

Mind reading - Ladies, this is where many of you are living in a state of ignorance and denial. Many times you think, "He should know this without me saying anything." The sad truth is...WE DON'T. Sometimes we sense we are missing something and will ask, "What's wrong?" At this point we would appreciate some "heads up" comments that would save both of us a lot of frustration. Instead we get, "Everything is just fine." Anytime you use the word "fine", we know we are in trouble. If we use the word "fine", then we are about to be in trouble.

Multi-tasking/parallel processing/simulaneous motions - In general, men like to work or think about one thing at a time. Women are generally better at doing more than one thing at a time...which is probably why God made you the child bearer. The more slack you can cut us in this direction, the better off we are.

Working with or for women - Here is an area where I have noticed a wide variation among men. I personally have not had any trouble working with or for women. However, I have known men who do. I think it may have something to do with what they observed growing up in their families and culture.

And finally, my response above, in itself, is an illustration of the problem. Some women may not really want to read this thread for the purpose of understanding men better. Rather, it is to primarily commiserate and vent frustrations. I offer the above hoping that it will help in some small way.”

“Again, Phil proves to be TT's font of wisdom.


Especially on the mind reading thing.”

“I've never heard of such a thing! :)”

“I didn't ask for an apology Limpy.”

“Good thing we have him around. I'd like to think (and I know there are) that there are some out there that area trying to make a difference. I have noticed that some men are just rude and not accepting of thier "other" as an equal partner. I make no excuses for them, because they both are in the situation for thier own reasons. I have friends that I sence rather not be with each other. I get the feeling that some might be just in a rut and don't know or remember any better. Some of my friends are in relationships that are not equal and you can tell it has a big impact. I feel that being together is a team effort and I take the additude of "It's you and me against the world".

BTW dhutch - great thread!”

“Hey, before everyone jumps up to congratulate Phil, I would like to point out one thing:

While men do fail miserably at mind reading, they also do not listen when a woman gets tired of waiting for him to read her mind, and actually TELLS HIM WHAT IS WRONG!

Then we could write the words on a piece of paper and tape it to the front of the sports section of the newspaper, but somehow it still won't get read. So we need a little more advice on this issue, or we will be back to screaming and throwing things out of total frustration, or worse.”

“LyndyS - ".....While men do fail miserably at mind reading, they also do not listen when a woman gets tired of waiting for him to read her mind, and actually TELLS HIM WHAT IS WRONG......"

That's a pretty general comment, don't ya think? You feel ALL men are like this? Why not be up frnt and express what you want in the first place? Waiting for "mind reading" seems to be a pretty good waste of you time, right?”

“Smiley girl - When I worked for General Motors as Industrial Engineering Supervisor I had all female employees for several years. They were awesome. I took a lot of ribbing from some of the guys, but I just threw it back at them. Just a few notes:

Cheryl - She worked for me after graduating from college. By her early thirties she was Director of Industrial Engineering the largest division in GM. Very professional and took a lot of sh*t.

Lynne - Before we hired her at age 25 she had been a Captain in the US Army in charge of the motor pool at Fort Polk. She was very focused and made such a good impression that production wanted her to leave IE and work for them.

Stephanie - Former nationally ranked TQ midget race car driver.

Joan - Former entrepreneur. She and her husband were good friends of mine. All I had to do was show her the desk and leave her alone.

Carolyn - One of the most efficient and organized persons I have ever had the pleasure to work with.

Three of the five women above were very attractive. One ended up marrying my boss (PLEASE, DON'T DATE AT WORK)”