I don’t think I hate women but I hate all the women shown in advertisements and commercials and I think that real women actually like them so maybe that’s like indirectly hating women.
And I don’t like Hillary Clinton, so that’s also like hating women I guess.
I don’t like writing “his or her” and “he or she” and fucking “humankind”–only two extra letters and yet I almost resent it. So that’s not good.
I think of God as dudely, not femme. Like even if God were gay he’d still be a top.
And yeah, I’d rather have male offspring. We all would.
But I don’t hate women, heck no. What’s there to dislike? Incessant communication is fine. Constant mood modulation is the only way to live.
I hate macho men more than I dislike anyone, but I also know that women secretly like macho men so that could mean I’m indirectly hating women again. It could be transitive.
Things I must learn to love about women: their effect on old friendships; cosmetic Truth; bad hand jobs…
I don’t think I’m a misogynist but then again back in the 70’s millions of people–all of us–thought they weren’t racist but obviously were. Even liberal-ass M*A*S*H had a character named Spear-Chucker Jones.
Didn’t Heinrich Himmler often begin sentences with “I don’t mean to sound like a racist, but…”
So you gotta be careful–shit can creep up on you.