Ah, what`s in a number? This is number forty in my Gratitude series. Like forty days and forty nights of the Ark of Noah floating on the waters that flooded the earth. Like the forty years that Moses led the Children of Israel as they wandered through the desert (what should have been an eleven day journey) Jesus' forty day fast in the desert. The number forty suggests, or symbolizes, a period of waiting and preparation, or the ending of one cycle and the start of a new one.
And, are you ready for this one, Gentle Reader. Today, my blog has had 666 hits! Ooh, Lordy! It doesn't get numerically weirder, does it now? And, no, I am not going to dignify this nonsense by looking up the significance of 666! Do the math, yourselves!
I am rather grateful for women. Up to a point. Where would we be without that very significant fifty percent of humanity? Where would a lot of men be, without wives or girlfriends? That's right, Gentle Reader, most of us would be pretty darn lost. Where would a lot of women be, without husbands or boyfriends? I would imagine, happier and less stressed-out?
This isn't to say that all men are useless vegetables without wifey nearby to wipe their stinky bums for them. Some, but not many, are pretty balanced, responsible and very able to take care of themselves. And maybe one or two of them are straight cis males. Gay, queer, and unlabled asexuals such as myself, are generally pretty competent and house-broken. But almost everyone else who pees while standing? Useless as two tits on a bull.
I often see this in public. Men tend to be a lot more selfish than women. Why? I wonder. Perhaps the way we are raised? Boys are still raised to be rugged, and by extension, selfish, individualists. Today, for example, in a café, there was a well-dressed, perfectly groomed and rather good-looking young man seated by the door. A young mother pushing a kid and a stroller while carrying a baby was just starting to open the door to get in. I, an elderly "gentleman" of sixty-one, sprang up to hold the door open for her. That handsome but useless pile of DNA by the door didn't even trouble to notice. Likewise when she was on her way out. I helped her with the door and Mr. handsome and selfish and useless did not budge off of his likely hairy butt. Now just to be careful not to demonize all young males, there was one kind young man who helped me hold the door open the first time. So this is a shout out to the young white guy with fair hair and a blue shirt who helped me hold the door open for the mom with two kids. You, young man, would make an awesome father!
The same thing happened while on the bus today. An elderly couple got on and it wasn't the fit looking thirty-something male who budged off his courtesy seat, but two twenty-ish Asian women.
The same thing happened while on the bus today. An elderly couple got on and it wasn't the fit looking thirty-something male who budged off his courtesy seat, but two twenty-ish Asian women.
From time to time, Gentle Reader, I am not above publicly shaming the already-deserving, so I will do my best to out both those selfish males. The one in the café was seated in Breka Café on the corner of Davie and Hornby Street on a stool at the counter by the window just to the left of the front door. He is tall, in his mid or late twenties with short dark hair and a short neatly-trimmed beard. There was a young woman, blonde, with him. The date today, by the way, is Friday, 21 April. On the bus, it was a man somewhere in his thirties, on the tall side, with brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He was hogging the courtesy seat on the right side of the bus and had a roller wheel suitcase. It was a number four UBC bus, westbound on W. Fourth Avenue today, at around 2:30. That's right, guys, never piss off a blogger (so sue me!)
It is going to take a lot of work, effort, patience and time to educate young males, about women, about being kind, compassionate and generous, about learning how to take care of themselves, about how to form and thrive in healthy relationships. About how to be good, caring and responsible citizens, friends, lovers, partners, husbands, sons and fathers. About how to recover or protect themselves from the same kind of toxic masculinity that plunged us into two world wars the previous century and still threatens us in the twenty-first century with global annihilation. It's likely too late for the two unfortunate wankers I have just outed but this badly needs to be done, here and elsewhere in the world, if we want to really survive as a species, at least into the twenty-second century.
It is going to take a lot of work, effort, patience and time to educate young males, about women, about being kind, compassionate and generous, about learning how to take care of themselves, about how to form and thrive in healthy relationships. About how to be good, caring and responsible citizens, friends, lovers, partners, husbands, sons and fathers. About how to recover or protect themselves from the same kind of toxic masculinity that plunged us into two world wars the previous century and still threatens us in the twenty-first century with global annihilation. It's likely too late for the two unfortunate wankers I have just outed but this badly needs to be done, here and elsewhere in the world, if we want to really survive as a species, at least into the twenty-second century.
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