Besides. . .

You will never be able to write nuanced, complex and different female characters if you believe that all women are the same and all are the men’s Other.

How to Write Women?

Some trashy author came up with the following pearl of wisdom that idiots at pseudo-feminist websites are swooning over:

The female experience is different from that of the male, and if, as a male writer, you cannot accept that basic premise, then you will never, ever, be able to write women well.

Of course, anybody who believes in a uniform “female / male experience” that all people with a certain kind of reproductive system have irrespective of their race, class, language, culture, age, sexual orientation, religion, country of origin, etc. is an arrant fool.

Do people really not see that generalizing about the supposedly shared experience of billions of human beings just on the basis of how their genitals are shaped is an act that is profoundly ridiculous in nature?

Who Finds It Hard to Get Married?

I absolutely love it when people who have failed at absolutely everything write those hysterical articles telling women “you need to get married now!!!” because, in their warped patriarchal minds, a marriage is the best way to compensate for being a complete underachiever and a total failure. Such women see getting married as the ultimate prize because it will liberate them from the painful necessity of actually doing something with their lives.

As we all know, the patriarchal model sets up marriage as the only achievement worth having for a woman. (It’s not even having children. It’s marriage and nothing but marriage. Because it’s much simpler to sign a piece of paper than to give birth to a kid, and these folks are all into taking the easiest route available.) This is an extremely rewarding system for women who are too lazy to develop an identity of their own and work hard and who just want to gain social acceptance through something as easy as getting married.

I just found an article by some brainless idiot who, yet again, suggests that women need to change themselves and trim down their expectations in order to find somebody willing to grant them the only major wish of their existences and bestow the amazing gift of marriage on them. It is especially hilarious that people who see marriage as the only path to identity formation are precisely the ones who find it hard to get married. These poor suckers project their personal misery and endless rejection by everybody they meet onto other people. This is why it’s so enjoyable to read their analysis of women who supposedly find it difficult to get married:

You’re a Mess. You overdrink. You overeat. You overspend. You under-earn. . .

You’re Crazy. Crazy is where you LOVE INTENSITY. You want life to bring the exclamation points!!!!!!! Normal people, and relationships? Big, noisy YAWN. You think of yourself more like Angelina Jolie when she was with Billy Bob. Crazy is where you use your cell phone like an automatic weapon. You meet, have sex, fight and break up — all by text message.

 You’re a Dude. It’s not that you love the Cardinals, have short hair, or or make more money than most guys. It’s that, when it comes to relationships, you want to hunt them down and kill them. You call guys, you text guys, you ask guys out. You have sex like it’s a temp job.

You know what is really funny? This is absolutely the description of me when I was dating. And contrary to the loser author of this psycho article, it normally took each new guy I met about two dates to bring up marriage. I was completely uninterested in getting married at that time, but it was like there was no other topic on anybody’s mind whenever they met me.

This is what really bugs these “all-women-are-dying-to-get-married” freaks. They spend years trying to talk themselves into lowering their expectations (that are probably abysmally low already) and bad-mouthing women who have lists of desirable and undesirable qualities in a partner. It drives them to distraction that messy, overdrinking, overeating, overspending, intensity-loving, dudelike women with a list of preferences from here to the Moon have adoring husbands and perfect marriages while their pearl-clutching good-girl act hasn’t managed to attract anybody.

What they don’t understand is that it’s precisely their desperation, their desire to lower their requirements and just marry anybody who’d have them that make them so unattractive to potential mates. At the same time, their profound fakeness and the pathetic eagerness to please guarantee that nobody will ever want to give them the time of day.