I hoped to finish so early because I wanted to go back into issue number four and add some pages for a second printing, should it ever come to that. I guess that I'll just have to cross that bridge when I come to it. I feel like that little guy in "Yellow
Submarine." You know, the Nowhere Man? Sitting in his Nowhere Land, making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Another printing, are you kidding me? I guess that I just want to bring a level of professionalism to what I do in the hopes that it will come in handy some day.
Speaking of bringing a level of professionalism to my affairs, business and personal, I recall a few months ago a time in the eighties where I saw a men's right movement guy was briefly interviewed on a news magazine show. I guess a lot of the men's right movement guys are guys who got hosed in the divorce. Fairly well-to-do white professional types, at least the ones I ever see or read about. Robert Hughes in his book, "The Culture of Complaint," cited the men's rights movement as a prime example of what's wrong with this country. Essentially, the men's right movement seeks to claim victim status for privileged white men, because these guys see all of the other special interest groups who claim victim status because of minority status or gender or sexual orientation or religion, and they want a piece of that pie for themselves.
Anyway, this guy, dress shirt, tie, beard, fortyish, you know, an asshole, is asked what his chief complaint is about the wimmens.
His voice starts to break as he says something like, "…how they take what ever you say and try to use it against you." Well you sitting there on national television on the verge of tears about that sort of thing is sure to put a stop to all of that in your world, dude.
As a matter of fact, maybe it did. Fellas, have any of you ever had a woman try to take what you say and use it against you ever since say, 1988? Thanks dude!
Now it's my turn to start blubbering about something that really ticks me off about the wimmens. I mean this at least has to be right up there on the same level as what this guy was on about. You know, 'sob sob,' when a woman is pissed of at you but won't tell you the reason why? 'Boo hoo hoo!' Let see, when did that last happen with me? Well the last time that happened with me, the woman wouldn't return my (2) phone calls. Well, that kind of thing really pisses me off, and they know about how that kind of shit can really piss someone off. I don't really need to tell them. So I did what I always do when a woman doesn't call me back, I don't call them. So far my mother is the only one who's managed to be on board for that one, and that suits me fine.
Because you make me happy.