Art and the philosophy of life

Posts tagged ‘women and men’


Why don’t men ever wear veils, or cover their faces, unless they’re robbing a bank or some such thing? Why are women taught to see themselves as beautiful when they are hiding, covered or veiled? Let the men wear veils for awhile and you’ll see how stupid it really looks. Oh, right, men would never DO anything that made them look fragile, weak and powerless, so never mind.

Yellow Flowers on White Textile

Photo:  Sara Outeiro

Okay, so…books…QUESTIONS

Are there any novels for men, where the main character (male from a small town) weeps, is devastated by a breakup, runs away to open a bookstore that he conveniently inherits from a long lost relative, where he meets the love of his life and they live happily ever after?

Are there any novels for men that have children in them, other than the one’s they are hired to rescue, or kill?

Are there any novels for men that deal with caring for parents, or sick spouses, or kids?

Are there any novels for men where a woman is the hero?

Are there any novels for men where they are RESCUED by a woman?

Are there any novels for men where they are hunted, and kept in a basement for a year, constantly abused and tortured, then murdered, by a woman?

Are there any novels for men where they defer to women?

Are there any novels for men where men are made to look like weaklings, victims, pathetic, sad, lonely, inept, terrified human beings?

Are there any novels for men where they talk about how fat they are, talk about their thighs and body image, dieting, their nails, hair or the clothes they wear?

Are there any novels for men that are long boring sagas about family life and relationships?

Are there any books for men where the men are afraid to go out at night?  Afraid to be in their house alone?

You know, I could go on and on and on and on but where would these books be shelved in a bookstore?  Nowhere, that’s where, because they don’t exist.

We are constantly conditioned and brainwashed by our culture, to be something we they want us to be.  Women never have a chance to find out who they are or what they can be.



Follow up to the Bored Panda post…

The post was about a device men came up with to open doors to get at women.  The comments after the story (on Bored Panda) and some of the comments on my blog were about what the girl did, what her parents did, but that wasn’t the point.  That’s like asking the girl what she was wearing when she was raped.  It’s NOT ABOUT WHAT THE GIRL DID.  It’s about WHAT MEN DO TO GET AT WOMEN.

It’s a cultural manipulation to always place the blame on the female.  No matter what men do, it’s always something the female did that made it happen, or allowed it to happen.  And that is always the way men deflect the violence they do against us.

THERE IS A DEVICE TO OPEN DOORS TO GET INTO ROOMS WHERE WOMEN ARE ALONE.  AND THAT’S THE POINT.  We have to stop asking questions about what the woman did and start to LOOK AT WHAT MEN ARE DOING TO US.

The fact that some people said her parents shouldn’t have left her alone, she shouldn’t have opened the door, and all the rest, are immaterial when it comes to the fact that A MAN WAS BREAKING INTO HER ROOM.

No one said anything about that.  We have been trained to look at what the woman did, whether she has been beaten or murdered.  It’s always something she did.

It’s not.  IT’S BECAUSE MEN BEAT, RAPE AND KILL FEMALES.  PERIOD.  No one asked why he was there, who he was, was he caught, where his parents were, or anything else.  Not a single question ABOUT HIM.

Women are prisoners, needing to be guarded against men at every age, no matter where we are.  Females are NEVER SAFE and they are always blamed for what is DONE TO THEM.

The article was about a device made to open doors.  But everyone talked about the 15 year old girl.

Although one persons said that if anyone sees the wire to pull it and maybe break his finger.

Until our attitudes change and we face the fact that the men who do the violence are never mentioned, blamed or part of the problem, women will continue to be blamed for what men do to them.

Men have developed the perfect system to be violent against women and get away with it by blaming the women.  It’s really sick and evil.


woman in brown dress holding bouquet of flowers

she made it farther
than she had the last four times
at least she was in the building
but she just couldn’t do it
she did love him
but freedom
was the price one paid
for marriage
so she got up
and skipped away
heading for sunny days
blue skies
and no strings


Photo:  Nina Hill

Speak…a poem

Woman's Face

she never stopped fighting back
but all men wanted to hear
were the fluttering wings of butterflies
and her SILENCE



Photo:  Isabella Mariana


Woman in White Long Sleeve Shirt Sitting on Brown Wooden Chair

I have no idea who this woman is.  I’m putting her on my blog because she looks normal.  She isn’t half dressed, her eyes are open and she doesn’t look as if she’s having a religious experience.  She looks REAL and beautiful.  She looks comfortable in her body and in herself.  I’m so sick of seeing women posing and posturing.

Photographs inspire me, so I go through some of them on line to get new ideas, but the pictures of women touching their faces, their arms over their heads, partially naked are just disgusting.  Selling themselves to the male (or female) gaze, looking weak and vulnerable. Hiding in shadows or standing in front of windows, it just makes me sick.  We work so hard to make women look strong and intelligent, and then I see so many pictures where they look ridiculous (yes, that is my opinion).

When I saw this woman, I was so happy.  She looks as if she could function in the world, be a force, full of intelligence and personal power.  I love it.  It’s refreshing and positive.  She’s not a thing, she’s a real person.

Often times women use their bodies to survive.  They pose and pout and look like children or easy marks.  It makes me sad.  Really sad.  Women have been taught those things.  Those looks SELL things, but they are demeaning when flashed across the screen and I wonder if their family album, the one they show their kids, would be full of those shots.

Men will sometimes have their hands above their heads to show off their abs.  It’s bragging, not inviting.  They don’t touch their faces, close their eyes and pose.  They show strength, not weakness.

I’m sick of seeing posing and weak looking females.  I find the above photo a breath of fresh air and that’s why she’s on my blog.


Photo:  Polinatan Kilevitgh


Mary was always terrified when she saw men gathering together talking about laws that would control women’s lives.  She sent her dog, Mable, in as a spy.  All the women in town closed their drapes and cast spells, when the men “gathered.”   They thought of leaving the town and starting over somewhere else, but they were waiting to see what Mable had to say before making any decisions.

Okay, so…

Man, Woman, Question Mark, Problems

Another one of the fun things on earth is that women and men don’t always/ever understand each other.  Men can’t understand what women want, or even hear what they are saying, since the tone of our voices are difficult for men to HEAR.  And, since they don’t think the same way women do, they don’t know what we are talking about.

All the things that would make life easier are bad for us.  ON PURpOSe, of course.  I don’t think this is all an accident.  Some evil being is playing with us.  I say evil because the stupid little hateful things that make up our everyday lives, are just plain MEAN.  Like making all the things we like to eat…bad for us.  Everything is too nasty to be accidental.  It’s not just one or two things, it’s practically EVERYTHING.  Why do animals we love have to die so fast?  Why are there diseases that destroy living things in horrible ways?  Surely not to make room on the planet for others.  If a designer was kind, we would just shut down at one hundred and fifty, still as strong and fabulous as when we were twenty-one.  But no…aging and illness, loss and misery, poverty, hunger, violence…that’s what we get on this planet.  Addiction isn’t something that’s hard to understand, since it’s what a lot of people do to escape life.  And  yes, there are wonderful things as well.

Hormones go crazy, people fall in love and then, once the hormones calm down, a lot of them wake up, look around, and wonder what made them do what they did.  It’s the  brain’s fault.  That instinct to reproduce overrides our sanity.

So, while we eat fries with pizza and drink malts, and talk to each other, not understanding anything anyone is actually saying…we wonder why our lives turn out the way they do.

Then we have kids who, like each of us, have their own personality and don’t understand what we’re saying, the same way we didn’t understand what our parents were saying to us.  No one learns from another’s mistakes.  We don’t even learn from our own mistakes, or from the things that are happening at the moment.

I’m not actually sure what we’re supposed to do, while we’re here.  Just destroy everything?  Reproduce, so that we can keep the destruction going?   Seems like the people who are kept poor, hungry and living in cardboard boxes might not understand why the world is the way it is either.

I would like to believe that we don’t have choices.  That we aren’t as horrifically unfair as we seem to be.  They we aren’t in on the whole, keeping others down, thing.  But we are.  We all are.  If we aren’t fighting to make the world better for everyone, then we’re part of the problem.  But, like my button says:  REALITY IS WHEN IT HAPPENS TO YOU.  Our brains love denial.  It’s probably the first setting on their circuitboard.  We need to override it. None of us are innocent.


If you are a human being…this is an important TED Talk. She’s an outstanding speaker.

A moment in time…a very short story

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m laying on the floor with a book on top of me.  Since I will never live long enough to read all the books I have, and want to read, I decided to lay on the floor, put a book on top of me and see if the words could just sink into me.  I’d use more than one book but then the words would get mixed together and I wouldn’t know which words belonged to which book.”

“Do you honestly believe that will work?”

“No, but I have to do something.  I can’t read a hundred books everyday.  I actually started reading, while I was listened to a book on tape, as I was doing the dishes.”

“You have a problem,” he said.  “I don’t think laying under a book will do anything to help.”

She sat up and pulled up her knees.  “What am I going to DO?”

“Why do you have to read so many books?”  he asked.

She felt a flame ignite in her toes and shoot directly to her brain.  “EXCUSE me?”

“I said…”

“I KNOW what you said.  I just can’t believe you SAID it.”

“Well, if it’s stressing you out, I just thought…”

“I thought you loved me,” she said.

“I do.”

“How can you?  If you could say something like THAT, you don’t even KNOW me.”

“Is this one of those, impossible communications things, where men have no idea what’s going on?”

“How can you not know what’s going on?”

“Because I don’t.  I was just trying to help you solve a problem.”

“What problem?”

“That you had too many books to read in a short amount of time.  Logically, the answer is to read fewer books.”

“And your gender runs the world.  No wonder we’re in such a huge mess.”

“What does that have to do with anything?’ he asked.

“Here’s a hint.  I want to find a way to read ALL of the books, in the limited time I have, not figure out how NOT to read some of them.”


“What do you mean, what?  What part don’t you get?”

He stared at her, then said, “If I can help, just let me know.”

“I will,” she said.  “And nice save.”



Tag Cloud

%d bloggers like this: