She Women Man Haters Club

A good friend of mine, who is male, recently called me “Viki, testicle destroyer Ackland.” After I finished giggling and sending more silly MSN faces to show my amusement I realized that he really did see me that way, as someone who detests men. And no wonder. We used to date and that morphed into a friendship of a platonic nature. I guess my libido has something to do with that, but my total lack of male companionship the last three years is something to behold for someone who used to date as an Olympic sport.

While I was always a raging feminist with a few volitile relationships under my belt due to dating complete idiots (during my young inexperienced years) and my total inability to dumb it down, something definitely shifted in me when I moved to Toronto. I had a couple intense short lived relationships right in the beginning and was disappointed and let down yet again, and the little bit left in me that was tolerant and accepting was replaced by an absolute clear vision in my mind as to the real intention of man. I am unwavering in this. My once teasing smile and attitude has been replaced with sneers of contempt and complete impatience. But before I condemn myself too quickly as someone with raging hormone issues and a disposition brought on by such, let me state my case, as I see it.

First let me state that I do not think that walking around filled with hate and contempt for the male species is healthy or productive, but contempt I clearly have, not for all of recourse but as a whole. If I were to break down the number of decent men I have encounter in my 49 years in a percentage that number would be in the low 3%. By decent men I mean this. Men who are not ruled by ego. Men who are not violent and controlling. Men who do not expect women to cater to them and the frail ego. Men who are against violence and war, who are in touch with their feminine side. Men, who don’t thump their chest, eat meat, watch hockey. Men who do not lie, cheat, think they are unique. Dare I say out of that 3% at least 1% were gay. That does not leave much to look forward to as far as finding a mate, assuming that is what I long for, which I do not.

Now and again I do meet a nice man and still my interest borderlines on total indifference. Do I have tunnel vision where men are concerned, looking for the bad in them before they even open their mouth to speak? And lately I find the idea of sex repugnant as well. I am weary of faking orgasms and telling them how great they are while gazing lovingly at them. I don’t have it in me anymore. The only time I even think of sex these days is when I am alone having a few glasses of wine and I have a few toys that dispel that feeling within minutes.

I have become a woman with distain for the male race, of its abuse against women, of it abuse against nature, of its controlling nature, in the Corporate world and otherwise. I view the government and all Corporations, including the Catholic Church as nothing more than pure evil. I tire of watching the world be lain to ruin and not being able to help. I tire or seeing rich white males feeding off the poor. I tire of domestic violence against women. I tire of all the disgusting perverts out there preying on children. I tire of fat ugly old men chasing after attractive ladies because the Media has programmed them to believe they deserve one only because they want one. Quite frankly I tire of man.