Tales of Public Transit
This morning's train ride was more interesting than usual. Usually the train is full of groggy commuters who couldn't care less about talking to each other, so there's not really much conversation going on. Would that such had been the case this morning! Instead, I was "treated" to the sexual musings of two twenty-something morons who clearly have some issues dealing with women. Who also made it pretty clear that they knew the conversation was inappropriate for public consumption, and they were in some sense getting off on this. Real charmers, for sure! I did my best to tune them out, but since they were less than 5 feet away and were making no attempt to moderate their voices, I heard way more than I wanted to. So, what was on the alleged minds of these pillars of politesse?
Let me see...there was the tuneless rendition of "I want to kiss you all over...especially between the legs" (As a friend of mine once said to a guy, "Maybe I do...but not with you.") Then there was the part of their conversation that was actually interesting, but only because it demonstrated just what misogynistic idiots they are. One of the guys mentioned a particular sex act (no, I didn't quite catch the name of it...no, I don't know details of said act). And then said to the other guy "I wouldn't let my wife do that to me...that's for a Working Girl...and she's really got to be working for it."
OOOOOOOKKKKKKK. How many levels of wrong can be packed into one statement? Your wife has to be all clean and pure, so she can't possibly do this thing with you? But, well, a Working Girl is trash anyway, right, so you can do absolutely anything with/to her. Can we say Madonna/Whore complex? I knew we could. Guess what, guys. This says a hell of a lot more about you than it does about any woman unfortunate enough to end up in a relationship with you. I'm guessing she'd find you...unsatisfying...at best. Not to mention that she'd probably end up with a nice STD to remember you by. Because I'd bet that, sooner or later, you'd be visiting one of those "Working Girls" for that thing you wouldn't "let" her do. And you won't take basic steps to protect yourself or her if you do, because you can't possibly be bothered. You know, your perspective would fit right in in Victorian London. Some women are for marrying, others are for "fun." And neither of the above deserves anything like respect or consideration for her feelings and desires.
When I get home tonight, I think I'm going to take a long shower. And then hug my husband extra hard.
Let me see...there was the tuneless rendition of "I want to kiss you all over...especially between the legs" (As a friend of mine once said to a guy, "Maybe I do...but not with you.") Then there was the part of their conversation that was actually interesting, but only because it demonstrated just what misogynistic idiots they are. One of the guys mentioned a particular sex act (no, I didn't quite catch the name of it...no, I don't know details of said act). And then said to the other guy "I wouldn't let my wife do that to me...that's for a Working Girl...and she's really got to be working for it."
OOOOOOOKKKKKKK. How many levels of wrong can be packed into one statement? Your wife has to be all clean and pure, so she can't possibly do this thing with you? But, well, a Working Girl is trash anyway, right, so you can do absolutely anything with/to her. Can we say Madonna/Whore complex? I knew we could. Guess what, guys. This says a hell of a lot more about you than it does about any woman unfortunate enough to end up in a relationship with you. I'm guessing she'd find you...unsatisfying...at best. Not to mention that she'd probably end up with a nice STD to remember you by. Because I'd bet that, sooner or later, you'd be visiting one of those "Working Girls" for that thing you wouldn't "let" her do. And you won't take basic steps to protect yourself or her if you do, because you can't possibly be bothered. You know, your perspective would fit right in in Victorian London. Some women are for marrying, others are for "fun." And neither of the above deserves anything like respect or consideration for her feelings and desires.
When I get home tonight, I think I'm going to take a long shower. And then hug my husband extra hard.