I would rather be happy than have a man tell me I’m right.  

I remember the first time I was expecting a man to concede the point. It was with an old acquaintance of my dad, whom I had not met before. However, everyone was on good terms. I was a high schooler back then. I remember we had gotten into a long winded discussion in the car. He was driving and my father was in the passenger seat. I was sitting in the back seat with his daughter who was at least a year older than me. We had struck a point in the debate where I had made my point and further argument would mean backtracking. 

And then, there was a change of  subject. It was abrupt, obvious, and confusing. My friend next to me knew exactly what was going on. She confessed to me that men never admit they are wrong. And then she continued to talk to her father and expressed her confidence in his point of view. 

What struck me was that I was willing to say that another person could be right if it was justified. Therefore, after I had made my case, I was expecting others to see my justifications just as I could see their justifications. But I reasoned in the end, there could be only one right answer. And it should not matter who says it. 

It should not matter if it’s a girl who got the answer right. After all, these men were perfectly willing to hear a young educated girl’s thoughts on the matter at hand. They certainly humored us. I’m sure they felt better as progressive men. But if I did happen on to an innovative, effective conclusion, why did they feel like they could not support it?

If that man did not concede the point, he certainly followed a precedent set by previous men. The man in the driver’s seat that day supported the precedent to not take this little girl’s words too seriously in front of my own father. So the smarter girl was his own daughter who already knew how to say things at exactly the right time. 

This opened my eyes to the real world. 

So this is the future?

But, I would rather be happy than have a man tell me I’m right. 

That fight is not worth fighting. 

Okay, ladies, the men asked for it. The issue is that men see women as a completely different creature. Whether it’s one woman, a group, or a matriarch. As long as he doesn’t know that woman, she is fair game for all sorts of behavior he would not get away with in front of his own mother. 

This happens with that type of guy who is used to watching sexual content and learned from such reliable sources what women really want. This makes him feel safe enough to get away with catcalls, because he got away with watching so much quivering flesh. So if a woman is complaining, in a pained voice about the verbal abuse she has to endure, in his mind, he thinks, of course she likes it.  

But to be fair to him, he chose to watch garbage. But, perhaps I should rephrase that. He chose to watch educational material on what human relationships look like. 

What is more compelling? Arousal at a slight trigger or a pained voice, calling out injustice? Let’s admit it, one is just too boring.  He might as well bring out his favorite porn to soothe himself into feeling that women are complacent in this racket too.

So the next time a woman complains, he knows she’s just being coy and he’ll play along. Anyway, when he’s hard he gets to pick and whatever he says goes. She can walk away even, but he knows for sure, that girl really wants what he’s packing.

But enough about men and their horny issues.

What about the consenting women? What about the sexualized women? What about the objectified women? Really, they are all the same. White, black, asian, you name it. Any woman is just just another disposable piece. Women can be generalized and therefore available for that one thing, outside of which they have no other identity.

Let’s face it, the most reliable thing that he can count on, is the erection of his own p3ni$. And he should know how to use it. But I bet his own mother would know how to use one better than he ever could. 

I don’t want him to feel less than himself. After all, men are men, there is pride in that. I’m complimenting his manhood. He feels strong and powerful when he catcalls. I thought men knew how to use their body parts. Especially their tongues. I am one for applause for the best pick up line for a passing mom of two. I’ll sit back and watch. It must be a great show. The best one gets first prize.