The code has (almost) finished compiling...

I've been working this out in my head for a while.  It's not entirely polished yet, but I had to write it to help me get to the last finish on it.  Deal with the imperfections as you wish.




Uh, the imperfections should be hard to miss...


So one of my major problems is with the generation directly previous to mine.  There are, in my rough estimate, fewer than ten members of that generation I wouldn't like to see suffer a painful death.  I've pointed out a few reasons why, but those aren't the real problem with the fucking hippies, they're just symptoms of the disease. (FYI: There is no "boomer," "baby boomer," or "me" generation any more; they've all turned into dity smelly hippies; the flat chested women are ugly and short haired, and the indifferently groomed men weak-willed, sad and emasculated.)

Her beard isn't quite as long as his.  Think about that sentence for a minute.

They've taught us that all men are rapists, all women are pure-hearted, and that all men are rapists.  They've given us the pick-up artist, the slut walk, the 5 foot tall 250 lb gorilla who demands a "real man," and the "sensitive male."



Title IX claims another victim.



Possibly worst of all, they've given us Grrrl Power, as if acting like a man is something women should be proud of.  They condemn the masculine impulse to be dominant (as differentiated from "dominating") unless it's expressed by a woman in flannels, work boots and a mullet.  Instead of 'acting like a lady' you're told 'well behaved women rarely make history' and encouraged to be abrasive, to distrust men, and to essentially revel in bitchiness.

And guys, we've been led to believe that sensitivity is a primary sex characteristic.  That not only should we have it, but if we don't we should probably be in jail. The smelliest generation led most of us to believe that being soft-hearted, having a good cry, and letting out our emotions were key to landing the ideal woman. A woman we were told shouldn't be too pretty but should have a great job, a fast car and not want kids until she's forty-five, or whenever she's done "finding herself."




She left her husband because she was bored. She used his money to travel the world to bone some dudes, sit in lotus for a week or so, and eat shitty foreign food.  Imagine writing a story about a dude doing that.
You can't, can you? It's amazing this woman didn't "find herself" brutally murdered upon her return to the states.

 You see what they did, right? They turned it on it's head. Just like a goddamned teenager will do with religion when they leave home for the first time, they took what worked and did the opposite. Unlike the hypothetical teenager (i.e. "ME") they never outgrew the rebellion for the sake of rebellion phase (also known as being an asshat).  In the same way the the perfect is the enemy of the good, the radical is the enemy of the useful.  Maybe change in sexual politics was needed, but now we'll never know because they broke it beyond fixing.