“Most men fear getting laughed at or humiliated by a romantic prospect while most women fear rape and death.”
― Gavin de Becker, The Gift of Fear: Survival Signals That Protect Us from Violence
Men just can’t understand, even when they try because men do try very hard to understand women (they do and it is appreciated even if it doesn’t feel that way), what it is like to be a woman.
The constant fear. The need to be ‘nice’ to placate a man’s ego which could at any moment give way to homicide, or womanicide, or something worse. If they kill you, you’re dead, if they take their issues out on you, because somehow you triggered them, then you may not be killed but you might end up wishing they had killed you instead.
Am I exaggerating? You decide.
Woman can’t understand what it is like to be a man.
Men can walk down any street dressed however they please without worrying that the way they look will attract unwanted and perhaps dangerous attention. Unless perhaps they are homosexual, but even then men have physical power which women don’t have even when women go out of their way to have physical presence, power and protection, the actual body betrays them due to muscles and hormones and gender physical differences.
Women do not try very hard to understand men. Sorry, but we don’t, we’re too angry, we’ve got generations of anger to deal with, passed on by our mothers and our mother’s mothers, sometimes also by our fathers and our father’s fathers, and so on. Our anger is so old it could be considered primal. We are born with it, inherit it and are not really sure from where it comes, it just is within us and we don’t know what to do with it. Women don’t know how to express their anger openly enough to release its hold over us. Passive aggressive is our default position, it has to be because if we express it openly, raw and uncensored, it might get us killed.
Survival instinct trumps everything else.
When you’re blamed by a book for getting humans kicked out of paradise… When you’re shown in myth to be the cause of wars… When the symbols associated with your gender are snakes and more snakes, and snakes are bad… When the female of the species in nature is shown as one which tends to kill or discard in some other way the male after copulation…
Mixed messages loom far and wide.
It seems that males are afraid of females, is that perhaps why females have been conditioned to be afraid of males, to redress an imbalance?
What would male and female relationships be like if they were balanced and truly equal. Not equal because the law says so, or because of some other fear? What if we respected each other and the gender of our bodies?
Women did not choose to be women and men did not chose to be men, unless you consider some aspects of reincarnation where we apparently choose our physical life challenges, including our gender, before we incarnate and are born. We just accept what we’re given and make the best and worst of it. What about those who are born with both gender sexual organs? Is that a choice or just another challenge?
We may or may not get to choose our gender, depends on belief, and even if we do, once we’re assigned one trying to change it requires a lot of courage and money and more choices. But we do get to choose our sexual preference or do we? Still a moot point.
Do you think that homosexual men get more respect than lesbians? Moot point or…
Where am I going with this? Nowhere at the moment. It’s that time of the month (I told you it wasn’t safe for men and now you’re grimacing in disgust!) and for me that means I get a stonkingly horrible hormonal migraine which lasts for at least three days in spite of medication. I have one of those now while writing this. It’s okay though, it may feel as though my brain wants to torture me from the inside out, my facial muscles hate me and so do my bones, any light stabs me in the eye, just one eye, like a large needle, and if I want to use my computer I have to make it very dark, then I forget I’ve done that and any work in Photoshop turns into a mess… but at least I don’t get the mood swings and other horrors of hormonal shenanigans, or do I?
Much of our concept of our gender comes from our early conditioning rather than our natural physical tendency due to gender assignment. I was an only child, there are lots of concepts too about what that means, some are hilarious to this only child. I was, am, the child of two Narcissists, which means lots of things and nothing, but I was an ‘it’ rather than a ‘she’. My gender did not matter or mean much. I sort of knew but didn’t know that I was female. I didn’t think about it much. My father hated women and men. My mother hated men and women. They hated everyone, gender was an afterthought. That’s what Narcissists do, they hate everyone, they hate themselves too, in fact they hate others because they hate themselves but they keep that bit hidden. So… I didn’t think about my gender or the gender of others much until I did and then… then what? I could hate everyone based on or regardless of gender… or hate no one based on… being a no one and knowing that no one is a no one, we all are someone.
Quite a few men have told me they thought I was a lesbian. Quite a few women have told me they thought that too about me. One woman told me she was afraid I was going to make a move on her and she did not know how to handle that if I did. I’ve been inappropriately fondled by both men and women, who then decided that doing such a thing to a person like me was a bad idea. I scare both men and women, always have since I was too young to realise the effect I was having. Call it instinct. Scare people and they don’t mess with you as much, they still mess with you just not in the same way as they would if they were not afraid of you.
For a long time I thought the way people, both male and female, reacted to me was very weird. I didn’t see myself the way they saw me, but obviously the way I saw myself, which is slightly unpredictable, affected them in some way.
And that’s just it. They way you see, perceive, yourself affects how others perceive you. If you think of yourself in a way which is based on your gender and how that gender is supposed to be, others will feel that, subconsciously, and react to it before their conscious awareness kicks in.
I don’t think of myself as a female, or male-influenced female, although most of my role models are male rather than female. It just happened that way. I see myself, first and foremost, as me, then as a human, then as a person, then somewhere vaguely I recall my gender. A recall which reminds me how vulnerable I am because of my gender because society views my gender as vulnerable, based on film, TV and other societal markers, yet fears it too. Sometimes our greatest vulnerability is our greatest strength, we may not see it… but others do.
So what does your gender mean to you?
*This post was prompted by this article – How muggers size up your walk by mindhacks.com