Enough of the 'Damn women rejected me' threads please

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Being objectified isn't what you think it means. It's theoretically possible for a woman to objectify a man, but given the way our society has always worked it's not very likely to happen. A man is almost always a person first and a sex object second. With a woman, she's usually a sex object first, and if she's lucky, somethingorother second.

Just look at all these "what I want in a BF/GF" list. A man, as can be seen by the laundry list of expectations that a typical woman has, is judged first and foremost by his character and his accomplishments--what makes someone a person. Although it's possible for a woman to value looks in the opposite sex, "must look hot" is rarely the first thing that a woman comes up with when she thinks of someone she would date. A woman, on the other hand, is judged first and foremost by her looks--and it's oddly important even to someone who's desperate enough to have only three things on his list. And of course, everything else on that list usually seems to be added either as an afterthought (so as not to appear shallow) or bitterly and grudgingly (by those who insist feminism is the downfall of humanity).

menintights - I don't think he meant objectifying in a sexual way. Isn't a woman only looking for a guy to sponge off objectifying men?

I think it is a matter of making the best of whatever life gives you. And if life gives you dogshit, make some compost for the garden, or an ironic art sculpture or something.

If life gives you dogshit, make dogshitade

Sounds delicious probably a bit brown and runny though. You could carbonate it with one of those home soda machines, and make it fizzy. Perhaps make a dogshit cocktail...

Or dry roast it, run it through a grinder, and open a Starbucks.

LOL!! !

Or force it down the throats of those who deserve it!

I was thinking a gallon of gasoline+a box of matches to that.

That sounds like a great business idea for the summer... everything drys out nicely here...

Well, that defeats the purpose of being happy, which means that life is enjoyed so much there is no need to think about the haters anymore.

you beat me to it. +1

BPalmer - taking revenge will never ever help other people to take responsibility for how they hurt you. the only person whose attitude you can actually change is your own... and you have to live with yourself. wouldn't you rather be happy?

I would, but it's not an option. You see, when I was younger.. high school, then entering the workforce... everyone made assumptions about me. No-one really saw me as being capable of getting anywhere in life, nor did anyone provide an opportunity. While others got full-time jobs, their first cars, and their first girlfriend or boyfriend, the best I could hope for was patronising pats on the head, and either LIES about how I'd "find someone one day", or "You're not ready for a relationship." Well, how does becoming scarred and embittered make you "ready" for a relationship (whatever that means)? Another LIE was that "Women aren't attracted to you because you're too negative." What a load of BS: if I'd been able to work my way up to a well-paying job, they wouldn't care how "negative" I was. Besides, there were a lot of times when I was cheerful, and these gutless liars saw me at those times, but just discounted that. Well, now I'm never cheerful, especially being well into my thirties, but with none of the advantages thereof. More and more expectations, but no ways of fulfilling them in sight.

All because I couldn't fit into everyone's neat little pigeonholes; too complex and full of paradoxes for them to figure out, yet treated like I was much more developmentally delayed than I actually was. Kept in my place, year after year. Constantly told to be grateful for the scraps I was thrown. Had an employer keep me at entry-level, whilst entrusting others to slightly higher positions. That in turn stopped me from perhaps having something to attract the opposite sex (since apparently my personality was so terrible); they knew I'd be seen as some sort of loser that can't be an adequate breadwinnner. Kept me employed on a casual (contingent) basis, which shut me out from being able to have the financial security card to play.

Finally, in December '08 - at the age of 35 - I had my first relationship. What a sick joke. it cannot be nearly as good as young love, and I know it. I hope those so-called "friends" who never introduced me to anyone who'd be a potential match, and who flaunted their happy couplings in my face, are satisfied with the damage they have done.

I am scared to become like BPalmer at age 36 :-/

Revenge can be sweet, it can make you briefly happy, I wouldn't underestimate that.
But it's better to understand..and forgive if you can learn how, certainly will make your life better, I know this from my own experience of forgiving people. But I also want to hit some people with a baseball bat, so I struggle with it myself.