In case you can’t tell, I ain’t here for “Mr Peabody & Sherman.” (At AMC Dine In Theater-Downtown Disney)
Me: You feeling okay, Ducky?
Ducky: Sure. Just tired.
Me: No more than usual?
Ducky: No. Why?
Me: I just worry about you. Want to make sure you’re okay. Don’t want to assume.
Ducky: Did something happen?
Me: Do you remember me telling you about Daisy?
Ducky: The doggie that lives with Grandma and Grandpa?
Me: Yeah. Well, I just found out that she passed away.
Ducky: That makes me sad.
Me: Me too.
Ducky: Didn’t you tell me that Grandma and Grandpa saved Daisy?
Me: Yeah. Daisy was living with some people who weren’t treating her well. Hurting her. And when there was an opportunity to get her out of that situation, they did.
Ducky: Is that what all humans would do?
Me: No. Not all.
Ducky: Lucky for Daisy that your parents were around.
Ducky: And were in the market for a doggie!
Me: Ha. No. No, I don’t think they particularly wanted a doggie at all at that point.
Ducky: But they still did it?
Ducky: How long ago was that?
Me: I really don’t remember. A lot of years.
Ducky: Did they treat her better?
Me: They treated her wonderfully. They loved her very much.
Ducky: I’m glad they found her. And gave her a lot of good years.
Me: Me too.
Ducky: A lot of doggies don’t ever get that.
Me: No. No they don’t.
Ducky: But it’s still okay that you’re sad.
Me: I know.
Ducky: I’m glad you found me.
Me: I’m glad we found each other.
Ducky: Walks keep me healthy.
Me: Yes they do.
Ducky: Want to go for a walk and you can tell me more about Daisy? And maybe we can talk about Foley too?
Me: That sounds like a very good idea.
Ducky: I love you, Daddy.
Me: I love you very much, Ducky.
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Some men who want to compliment random women on the street are genuinely good guys who just don’t understand why their comments might be unwelcome. Some men who want to compliment random women on the street are creepy predators. Most are somewhere in between, and guess what? I don’t know you, I don’t know your life, and I have no idea if you’re going to leave it at “Hey, you look good in that dress!” or follow it up with “But you’d look better without it! Har har! C’mon, where’re you going? I know you heard me! Fucking cunt, nobody wants your fat ass anyway, bitch.”
When you compliment a random woman who doesn’t know you, no matter how nice you are about it, there’s a good chance she’s going to freak out internally because for all she knows, you could be that latter type. And I get that it’s really unfair that women would just assume that about you. I get that it sucks that sometimes, expressing totally reasonable opinions like “hey you’re hot” will make women terrified of you or furious at you. That’s not fair.
But if you’re going to lay the blame for that somewhere, for fuck’s sake, don’t blame the woman. Blame all the guys who have called her a bitch and a cunt for ignoring their advances. Blame all the guys who may have harassed, abused, or assaulted her in the past. Blame all the people who may never do such a thing themselves, but who were quick to blame her and tell her to just get over it. Blame the fact that if she stops and talks to you and then something bad happens, people will blame her for stopping and talking to you.
I posted this as an example of how to frame these issues in a way that doesn’t automatically force men into defensive postures and actually might help some people understand more fully why things are the way they are. The phrasing of “blame all the men WHO” is so much more effective than “Blame men.”
I am a man. I get defensive when you blame a group I am part of. But “blame the men WHO harass?” Oh, sure! I’ll blame them! I have no need to defend that! I’m not one of them! You’re right! I’m with you against those guys!”
Of course, we should only communicate like this if we want to, you know, improve our society.
Or we could keep making combative statements filled with sweeping offensive generalities and mocking individuals solely because they are men, or women, or feminist, or conservative…because it makes us feel superior.
Because that seems to be changing a whole lot of hearts and minds, right?
Seriously. I’m about to unfollow some people who I agree with on almost every conceivable issue solely because I can’t take their dismissiveness towards anyone not like them.
(Gratuitous Picture Of Yourself When You Went To Pick Blueberries Even Though There Is No Visible Evidence Of Anything In Any Way Related To Blueberry Picking In The Picture)