Utterly non-knitting related. You've been warned.
After a conversation with a fabulous friend regarding the (insert negative adjective of your own choosing) Open Source Boob Project, I was thinking about the way smart, possibly socially awkward, frequently unattractive men can use their non-threatening status as a shield to try to achieve their sexual goals with women in a less-than-honest way.
It's like they should have tee shirts that say:
"Ladies, make no mistake - though you don't see me as virile, or maybe don't even see me as a man, I want a blow-job just as much as the guy in the frat house, and will use similarly dishonest tactics to achieve said end, but with a completely different set of baggage that often involves shame about my body, unrealistic expectations about women in general and/or sex in particular, an inability or unwillingness to communicate on an authentic level, and a similarly infuriating ability to look beyond my own wants/wishes/desires/likes and dislikes, though they may be D&D and Comicons instead of football and cars. "
A lovely woman had a brilliant response that made me smile.
I'm sure that someone could write a really well-reasoned argument against the OSBP without getting into the unbearably dull and short-sighted dichotomy of sex-positive vs. sex-negative that is too inanely simple an argument to ever possibly yield any meaningful discourse. Though I'd like to be that person, I have neither the theoretical knowledge nor the inclination to wage that war when, honestly, I'm content to comment from my corner and ponder the implications without necessarily proving anything to anyone in particular.
My husband made the observation that the sort of man who would be inclined toward active, enthusiastic participation in the OSBP is "clearly too cheap or lazy to pay for the company of different women and feels a sense of entitlement in his objectification of those women directly in his path."
Any wonder why I love this man?
















