Rant On Women #1

Ok, women. Oh, I know what you think, after all the horrible experiences I’ve had with them. But I don’t hate women. Hell, no one could have dated so many if he didn’t like em, right? Though you’ll come to your own conclusions I’m sure. I’ve already been labeled (wrongly, I feel) a child hater because of my last article (which condemned parents, not children, but whatever).

There’s so much I could write about women, but this treatise is about what I see as the ‘Female Sense Of Entitlement’. Or, feeling she is deserved of anything simply because she is a woman.

We can start with this: I don’t like it. And I don’t understand why so many women have it. Or have it so severely.

If you’re not aware of this phenomena let me give you a few personal examples:

#1. I used to jog at night around my city block. It’s about a mile and half all the way around. At one point I’m on a major street that has a row of stores. One of them is Kulak’s Woodshed which has live music at night so sometimes people will hang out in front of it while I’m running. So, one night I turn onto this section and see in the distance three folks standing abreast pretty much blocking the entire sidewalk. But, it shouldn’t be too big of a deal. I ran for nearly a quarter of a mile straight toward them. Surely, they’ll see me and step aside to allow me the minimal space I need to pass by. As it turns out there are two guys who have their backs to me and a girl who is facing me. It’s night, but hardly dark on this main street. As I get closer I make definite eye contact with this woman who never stops talking for a second. Suddenly I am upon them. I’m so flabbergasted that she hasn’t stepped aside or even made her friends aware that I am coming that I almost smash into them. I’m able to jump off the curb and into the road, swerve around the group and mumble “you fucking asshole” loud enough for her to hear. Her friends hear my footsteps (and my cursing) at the last second and both guys spring out of the way immediately. Alas, it’s too late, but I appreciate the gesture. The look on her face is unmistakable. She has no idea whatsoever why I am upset. No clue why I would possibly expect her to move even an inch for me. Why exactly did she feel entitled to the entire sidewalk that could have easily fit us all?

#2. I was at the airport, don’t recall where I was coming from or going, but I went to the desk to ask for a first class upgrade because, well, why the hell not. Turns out there was one first class passenger who had not checked in yet and if he didn’t that prized seat would be mine! I gave the chick my name and we began chatting a bit. After a few minutes a very pretty young woman who was seated nearby that I’d been semi-flirting with (eye contact and smiles only) strolls up to the counter and inquires about an upgrade. The clerk tell her that there is only one and this young man (meaning me) already has dibs. This fucking arrogant chick turns to the clerk and says, “Oh he’ll let me have it.” Just like that. And let me tell you something; it wasn’t a question. It wasn’t said jokingly. As I’ve stated, it wasn’t even directed at me. There was long enough of a pause that she eventually looked at me and added, “Right?” I’ve got to admit, I became quite angry, quite quickly. Those of you who know me know that I’m probably one of the last truly chivalrous men alive. Also, I’m a total pushover for a hot chick. If she had asked me for that seat, I’d give you good odds that I’d have probably smiled and said, “Fine”. But, this was too much. Instead, I simply said, “No” with as much disdain as I could muster (which was a hell of a lot). This lady had the gall to get offended. She huffed and puffed and stormed off. Why exactly did she feel entitled to the seat I’d already claimed?

#3. (And this has happened to me plenty of times, though this is an extreme case) I’m taking a chick out to lunch; Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles (don’t knock it if you’ve never had it). It was my first time there and it was AWESOME! Anyway, this was our first meal out together. Now, if I invite a girl to have a meal with me, I expect to pay for both of us. HOWEVER, I have a problem if she expects this too. I understand many believe that it’s a man’s job to pay for dates just as it’s his job to ask the woman on the date in the first place. I couldn’t disagree more. Where does this sense of entitlement come from? I’ve yet to have a sufficient explanation. Back to the date; not only does she not offer to pay (which I would have immediately refused) she doesn’t even say thank you despite the fact that I gave her ample opportunities. Now, I’ve dated some attractive women in my life, but this girl was smoking! And I’m very proud to say that I never went out with her again even though month’s later she was still calling and leaving messages saying, “We should really go out again, I had such a great time with you at Roscoe’s”. I’ll bet you did. Why does this woman feel entitled to free meals?

My theory is that women are brought up from birth being told every day that they have certain rights which can not be taken away. The above are just a few examples of those rights in action. And the more attractive the woman the larger the entitlement becomes. Actually, that’s not true. The more attractive a woman thinks she is, the larger the sense of entitlement. We all know women who think they’re all that and we look and them and go ‘what the fuck?’. I personally feel the whole thing stems from a sort of sexual superiority in that women basically feel their pussy is such a prize men should have to jump through whatever hoops they set up. What really kills me is that men DO IT… Thus perpetuating this horrible circumstance. Women use this deviant skill set so often I think their manipulation becomes almost unconscious at times.

Men are so not like this. I go to the grocery store and have about fifteen items in my basket. A young lady walks up to the check out line with only a bottle of milk. She goes to the back of the line, but I let her cut me. The woman behind me with a cart full of goods asks if she can go ahead too and I refuse. This woman thinks I’m horrible, but come on. The first lady will take 30 seconds to check out. This other one will take far longer then I will. Now reverse this and I have only a candy bar in my hand and am behind a lady with groceries to feed an army for a week. It never even occurs to her to let me jump ahead since it’ll take me seconds to get through. I’ve been to enough grocery stores to see that WAY more men are polite in this way then women. And it’s not just pretty girls that guys let skip ahead, it’s anyone who only has one or two things and is stuck behind someone with a lot more.

At this juncture I would like to point out that I don’t believe all women are like this. Many are humble and polite and don’t feel they should be privileged unless there is a valid reason.

In my experience, most have that entitlement thing in spades.

I normally open doors for girls I’m with. I suppose it’s my own fault when they come to expect it. When the moment arrives that my hands are full as we approach a door and she stands there waiting for me to open it, isn’t there something wrong with that??? That has happened to me, by the way, and I never take it very well.

It’s hard for me to blame women for this behavior even though I hate it. Hell, if I could get away with being an asshole and benefiting from it constantly, I’d do it too. No, I blame MEN. If they would stop being such pussywhipped dickheads much of this problem would vanish. It’s also funny to me that some of the biggest proponents of women’s rights that I know are those with the most enormous sense of entitlement. They want equality, but only when it suits them; Only where they feel inferior in their lives. In the places where they feel superior the status quo is just fine thank you very much…


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