The Melancholy of the 'Useless'
“It is the same with other diseases; as the desire of glory, a passion for women, to which the Greeks give the name of philogyneia: and thus all other diseases and sicknesses are generated. But those feelings which are the contrary of these are supposed to have fear for their foundation, as a hatred of women, such as is displayed in the Woman-hater of Atilius; or the hatred of the whole human species, as Timon is reported to have done, whom they call the Misanthrope. Of the same kind is inhospitality. And all these diseases proceed from a certain dread of such things as they hate and avoid.”
Cicero, Tusculanae Quaestiones, 1st century BC.
Go ahead, laugh at this writer and advice her to go start living in a box, but yours truly honestly had no idea that there existed such a term as a 'Misogynist'. Apparently, misogynists are men who hate women. Now here's a mystery: why on Earth would somebody start hating women all of a sudden? What did we do? We're human beings too!
So let's have a bit of correction. Misogynists don't hate women. They respect their mothers, adore their sisters, love their wives, but at the end of the day simply refuse to think these women are worth any **it.
Yeah, that explains a lot.
This writer's science class has a top student who wears thick glasses, gets straight A's as if they were 'daal-bhaat' and vehemently refuses to speak with girls saying: “I don't like talking to women. I have better things to do.” He is probably well on his way to join the legendary league of wise men, the whole 'enlightened' bunch of whom apparently came out of their masculine fathers' wombs. Bless them.
But we can forgive our 'straight A boy' after a moment of consideration. He doesn't talk to girls but when girls talk to him, he manages to reply with a goofy smile. It could be that he's just too shy (that could even be cute in a sense). He would never verbally abuse a woman. He would never call names, scream insults or even raise his voice against a woman. But most importantly, he would never ever touch a woman as if she were trash, shred her clothing as if he had every right to do so and beat her at the slightest notions of protest like he would a lowly dumb animal.
Scary thing is, most extreme misogynists would.
Correction: that's what men do.
PS. Feminist theorist Marilyn Frye comments that misogyny is 'phallogocentric' and 'homoerotic' at its root that has relevance with the general disrespect towards the female populace. We have no idea what that means, though. We're supposed to be dumb, aren't we?
By Raisa M Rafique
Sufferance builds character. Being miserable builds character. If you're pampered your whole life, if you're 'spared the rod', you're spoiled, they say. And so on. So if suffering builds character, does that mean that we have more character in ourselves than Straight A-ers do?
It's a biannual ritual, this one. We spend restless days and nights just before the exam preparing for a task we have no desire to undertake, miserable all the while. And when that's done, we have the misfortunate of having to wait a few months before our sow yields the bitter fruit we have no wish to taste. And all the while we're miserable and in agony, the Straight A friends come to us and complain how they forgot to write “PTO” at the bottom of the page. That's when you recall that the bastard had asked for several extra papers. Oh, how they fill those blank white sheets. It always strikes our heart with fear.
And then the day comes. The most miserable of all days when even getting out of bed and having a good meal is a chore, when we know that in just a few hours away we'll find out that we flunked in Maths, and barely scrapped a C in Economics, meanwhile some smartass on the other side of town grins at you and the following conversation ensues:
Him: DUUUUDE! I got AAAAAA in my A2! w00t!
Hope, though, was never far away. Those were bitter years, but better years would follow; over there, just beyond the horizon, and the horizon was an arm's reach away. Indeed, when we received those stained and embarrassing golden certificates from our respective education boards, we knew that we would never be happier, never be more relieved than then to have finally been separated from their dark, clammy hands.
And, looking back now, we of the suffered brethren like to think that all of it had been a terrible nightmare, from which we've woken and walked into a new life of lesser suffering. And one where, for a change, we could be the one inflicting all the pain.
Indeed, it feels as if we have walked into a whole new nightmare. But it's not so bad anymore. Because it's someone else's nightmare, and what better way to spend your post A' level times than to chortle at the misery of those that followed you. Mel Brooks goes, “Comedy is you falling down a manhole, and tragedy is when I get a papercut.” How true and sweet.
Who can know our glee and our mirth (expressible by such emoticons as ^_^ and =D and :D), as we look on our future brothers and sisters and say four beautiful words, “Suffer as we suffered!”?
But don't think of it as cruelty or insults to your intelligence, and salt on your wound, that is to say, the discomfort you feel when you think about that period you left out, or the smudge on one of your answers, and not to mention our constant besmirching of your answers even though we know very well that you got every one of them right. No, no. Don't think of it that way. Think of this as repayment for all the times that you did NOT suffer when we did. Think of this as the imitation stage of being a part of our brotherhood. Or if you wish, our explicit stating of your exile.
And you mustn't worry, would-be brothers and sisters, for once you've joined our ranks, you shall also join us in making snide remarks for those goody-two shoes nerds that hordes As the same way we horde character. Yes, they will be arrogant and disdainful, but the least we can do is make sure that they... build some character before moving onto 'better' things. Did the great Hamster Huey and the Gooey Kablooie not say, “Go do something you hate. Being miserable builds character.”
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