Generalizing men pisses me off.
That’s my father, my mother’s father, my brother, my uncles, my cousins.
That may even be my child.
That’s people in my life that have helped me through some of the roughest times, that love me unconditionally, and only want to see me happy.
And they’re better than any dumbass misandrist on any day.
Some of us do not have kind fathers, brothers, cousins. uncles, or grandfathers. Some of us have never met a kind man in our life, so if we overgeneralize so be it. They’d be even more misogynistic if every single female was a a bitch to them.
Let’s flip this, yeah?
“Some of us have only seen kind fathers, brothers, cousins, uncles, and grandfathers. Some of have never met a bad man in our life, so if we overgeneralize so be it.”
Sure, but you aren’t seeing the point. You are young and the world has been kind to you.
The point is that generalizing ANY group of people is wrong. That is where the point begins; that is where it ends.
How young am I, though? I’d love to hear about the time you spent combing through and reading all the posts back to the last time I even mentioned my age.
I’d also love to know how you missed the ones detailing all of the bullshit I’ve gone through in my young life and how early it began. And, yes, I have met some shitty guys. I’ve had someone I trusted try to rape me; I’ve had a guy push me into the middle of a street and try to smash me with his van and throw things at me. I’ve had guys cheat on me. I’ve had guys hit me. And I’ve met some shitty girls, too. Many of them as close to me as the men in my life and causing more damage than the men who have.
So, what now? Should I be misogynist? Most of my self-hate was initiated by things women have done to me. My depression, my decade-long battle with suicidal thoughts was initiated by the acts of women. And most of my support during that time was men. So, tell me why misandry shouldn’t bother me again and misogyny is so bad.
I never said the generalizing was good - I was just saying it happens. And I don’t think it matters as much towards guys because they have a lot of privilege, so they can deal with people sometimes calling them mean. Extreme misandry like castrating and bullying is obviously unacceptable, but they can live with “hey, your gender is bunch of douchebags.”
And you’re right, I don’t know your age. I don’t follow you and I didn’t scope through your posts. You may even be older than me, I just wrongly assumed because you have a youthful face. Also I’m a bitter old crone so I just assume that anyone so kindhearted and innocent has to be sufficiently younger.
The only thing I was trying to say with my original comment is that it is extremely hard to like and trust someone when every member of their gender has been so cruel to you.
Imagine if every dog you ever met bit you. And you go up to another dog, optimistic this time, and this one bites you too. And the next one and the next one. And then when you’re young your mom brings home another puppy that seems nice at first and you’re so excited for this one to be kind, but it grows up and bites you too. and the next one bites you and the next one bites you and the next one bites you. And sure, a few cats have scratched or hissed at you too, but they’re usually significantly nicer. So you like the cats more, and naturally, you are very weary of dogs and you assume, because you have to, for fear of being bitten again, that all dogs are mean. And maybe there are a few nice dogs out there, but how do you find them? Are you suppose to be nice and pet every dog and hope it doesn’t bite you this time? Because maybe, maybe, this 400th time the dog won’t bite.
When you say “hey your gender is a bunch of douchebags”, you’re also referring to the children of that gender as well, who then grow up with that negative connotation, hearing it repeated over and over again by everyone their entire life along with people treating them like they are inferior: the majority of my childhood. Not only because of sexism, but other criticisms such as racism, homophobia, and just general dislike for who I am. Then when I’m upset about it, I’m still a “douchebag.”
Maybe if you made a single ounce of effort to understand that “dog” and why it acts the way it does, you’d get it. And we’re not dogs. We’re people, just like you, dealing with our own problems, possibly desperate for others to care.