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I’m in a bad mood today. I sentence I hardly ever use. I can be in a melancholic or sad mood, happy or apathetic, but rarely in a bad mood. I know the reason for it shouldn’t upset my entire day, but it is. 

I watched the latest episode of Jon Oliver’s show on HBO (via YouTube). He talked about a subject that was of interest to me, namely sexual harassment in the workplace. The segment itself was brilliant (although like most other shows or articles addressing this issue tend to overlook, intentionally or not, the evolutionary behavioral aspect innate in men and how we generally think and view women), but what made me all to familiarly disappointed was to read the comment section. I know it’s not an accurate description of the real world, except that it sort of is...so many men (apparently completely missing the point of the entire show) made arguments purely out of subjective self interest disguised as being neutral and innocent. 

I could go on about this subject, and I often have, but my main point is that even the more aware the public gets, men still don’t change. They only see threats and points the finger back to women without an ounce of feeling empathy or understanding. I read several comments about men also being harassed, which is terrible, but they of all should then understand what the majority of women go through. Statistically men sexually harass women in an appalling larger percentage, no one ever said it never happens the other way around, but you can’t say it’s equal and therefore men are not to be blamed. 

We are tapping into one major flaw in almost all men: our inability to see our wrongdoing and make amends. Because that would mean vulnerability, and god forbid that we’re to be shed light on. If you think being a man is difficult in today’s society you have some seriously misconceptions about hardship...try being a woman. 

So yes, I am in a very bad mood. Waiting for men to be able to intellectually change improve empathy is like waiting for Godot it seems. The internet certainly has made everyone aware of the problem, it’s starting to get acknowledged, but so many men still harass and they are still afraid of losing that idiotic power grip they do desperately think is important. Like some primal fucktard. When I see sexists and chauvinists...all I can think about is  “un-evolved, underdeveloped”. Like some sticky goo hindering human progress and intellectual prosperity. 


Fuck. 

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