“Hey honey, I fear for my life in this situation I engineered. Because of your gender I need you to go face that danger instead. BTW if you don’t do this, I will question your gender identity.”
Even in your own little bubble, your hate doesn’t make sense.
I know this obviously wasn’t your intention, but you managed to encapsulate the attitude of my ex and her family to the letter.
I grew up with food insecurity and poverty, she came from wealth. My family was always open and honest about our thoughts and feelings, her family had strict expectations and roles.
Both her and her mom would constantly engineer situations where I would be forced to prove my masculinity, regardless of how uncomfortable, scared, tired, or belittled I felt. This included things like going out to dinner during a snow storm, moving us from one apartment to another on my own, trying to convince me to physically assault someone else to “defend” her, and purchasing heavy items online that she couldn’t lift and while I was injured.
In hindsight I can see and understand how toxic that relationship was, but at the time I was excited to be receiving any positive attention from someone I was attracted to (whenever I was able to fit their mold), and didn’t know any better.
Apologies for the long rant, your comment hit the nail on the head and also apparently triggered those memories for me.
One of the greatest feelings is having been helpful to those we care about. It’s sad that some people will abuse that to no end, and you didn’t deserve that in the slightest.
I’m not sure I’d call it “relaxing,” but It’s definitely easy mode.
Of course, that’s why so many of the losers among us go off the right-wing/incel deep end: if you’re living on easy mode and you still manage to fail, you’ve got nobody to blame but yourself. But they can’t handle that either, so they go fucking insane desperately trying to find scapegoats.
Of course, that’s why so many of the losers among us go off the right-wing/incel deep end: if you’re living on easy mode and you still manage to fail, you’ve got nobody to blame but yourself.
I mean, if you want to think that about those who are suffering, don’t be surprised if they latch on to the first con man who feigns compassion. Since you have none.
Yeah, the pressure to never show emotion, to always be strong and never ask for help, to try not to show the distress at being inherently distrusted because so many people who happen to share the same kind of chromosomes. Totally easy mode.
Just because it’s less stressful than some other demographics doesn’t make it, in any way, easy. Just slightly less difficult.
Exactly. Different people have different challenges. A woman working in finance in NYC faces many difficulties, but so does man working at a gas station in Albania. It’s not a competition.
You’re not wrong there, my friend - I stride through life on easy level knowing that nothing bad nor troublesome will ever have any bearing on me, nor my life, in any way whatsoever. It is a most relaxing life.
It must be so relaxing being a cis, het, white man.
Right, some more discrimination is exactly what we need to fix things.
“Hey honey, I fear for my life in this situation I engineered. Because of your gender I need you to go face that danger instead. BTW if you don’t do this, I will question your gender identity.”
Even in your own little bubble, your hate doesn’t make sense.
I know this obviously wasn’t your intention, but you managed to encapsulate the attitude of my ex and her family to the letter.
I grew up with food insecurity and poverty, she came from wealth. My family was always open and honest about our thoughts and feelings, her family had strict expectations and roles.
Both her and her mom would constantly engineer situations where I would be forced to prove my masculinity, regardless of how uncomfortable, scared, tired, or belittled I felt. This included things like going out to dinner during a snow storm, moving us from one apartment to another on my own, trying to convince me to physically assault someone else to “defend” her, and purchasing heavy items online that she couldn’t lift and while I was injured.
In hindsight I can see and understand how toxic that relationship was, but at the time I was excited to be receiving any positive attention from someone I was attracted to (whenever I was able to fit their mold), and didn’t know any better.
Apologies for the long rant, your comment hit the nail on the head and also apparently triggered those memories for me.
Glad to hear she is an ex.
One of the greatest feelings is having been helpful to those we care about. It’s sad that some people will abuse that to no end, and you didn’t deserve that in the slightest.
I hope you’re doing better these days. <3
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I’m not sure I’d call it “relaxing,” but It’s definitely easy mode.
Of course, that’s why so many of the losers among us go off the right-wing/incel deep end: if you’re living on easy mode and you still manage to fail, you’ve got nobody to blame but yourself. But they can’t handle that either, so they go fucking insane desperately trying to find scapegoats.
I mean, if you want to think that about those who are suffering, don’t be surprised if they latch on to the first con man who feigns compassion. Since you have none.
Yeah, the pressure to never show emotion, to always be strong and never ask for help, to try not to show the distress at being inherently distrusted because so many people who happen to share the same kind of chromosomes. Totally easy mode.
Just because it’s less stressful than some other demographics doesn’t make it, in any way, easy. Just slightly less difficult.
I wouldn’t even call it less difficult. Just differently difficult.
This. Profoundly this.
I wish people would just realize this and strive to lift each other up instead of trying to one-up each other in the pity-demographic olympics.
Exactly. Different people have different challenges. A woman working in finance in NYC faces many difficulties, but so does man working at a gas station in Albania. It’s not a competition.
I’ve tried both, and being Myself is harder than being a man. More rewarding, but way way more effortful.
That’s awfully presumptuous. Maybe Adam over here is getting some dick on the side, you don’t know his life.
You’re not wrong there, my friend - I stride through life on easy level knowing that nothing bad nor troublesome will ever have any bearing on me, nor my life, in any way whatsoever. It is a most relaxing life.
Ngl it’s a pretty sweet gig, although lately the het part has been kinda dubious.