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Since this is January 1, and they say at the beginning of cycles one should revisit challenges and think them through, I have chosen as my topic du jour "Why The Most Brilliant Woman in the World has Man Trouble."
I don't usually divide into categories the men who hit on me. The reason I don't categorize is simple. I find that men are men, no matter with which religious, political, national, age, or socio-economic group they self-identify.
That's why I'm not surprised when I hear about a man — especially one with a public image that is caring and kind and loving and giving and so, so, so supportive of women's rights — being accused of touching the women they care about so much.
Men are men.
It is up to women to give them their boundaries.
Boundaries, by the by, that cannot be legislated in their entirety because even among Rad Fems there is disagreement as to how far a man should be "allowed to go", and when.
That is to say, we all have our needs, and those needs are varied thus causing the confusion in the term "sexual predator".
Before certain women get their panties in a bunch, I shall confirm the following:
There are criminals who will use force to assault women. We have two high-profile men now who fit that bill, pun not intended: Bills* Clinton and Cosby. For awhile, it was only Big Conservative men being named, accused, censored, and fired for touching the women. But then the damn broke open and Big Liberal men began getting named, accused, censored, and fired.
I mean, Tavis Smiley and Dustin Hoffman? Really? I couldn't believe it. I still don't. But guess what? I'm not calling the women liars. Instead, unlike Smiley's employer, I'm waiting for evidence before rushing to judgment.
But this article does not concern the criminals. It concerns normal, regular men. However, I know you are eager to get back to the most important part of this story: Me.
I have a confession.
The Most Brilliant Woman in the World, that is, me, is often a little slow on the uptake when it comes to men. There is a reason for that: I'm a twelve-year-old girl.
What I mean by that is this: My spirit is twelve. Most girls that age have a huge interest and excitement in things around them. Sex has not yet entered into the picture. Sure, they have crushes, but those are excitingly academic.
They study the male as if it were a butterfly pinned under a microscope. They admire the colors and the shape and they ooh and ahh over it and think One day I will be with a butterfly and go on great adventures, but then they turn off the light and move on from the microscope to something else like, clothes or shoes or writing in their diary or picking yet another career they desperately want to be when they grow up or begging for the newest gee-gaw girls that age want.
I'm in need of an indulgent daddy.
You know how hard those are to find?
See? I'm twelve.
But Far Right, Far Left, Conservative, Liberal, Socialist, Fascist, Communist, and pussy-whipped grown men don't know that little fact. And I've been hit on by every single one, from twenty-five to ninety, each of whom say the same damn thing:
"Oh, Angela, I can tell we are two of a kind."
Then it never fails — and I mean never fails — that they are soon disappointed when they discover we are not two of a kind because they aren't a twelve-year-old girl and they are not definitely a boy, they are an old man, and everybody knows twelve-year-old girls think anybody over twenty is old. Ewwwww!
Then you have the other factor: Males are immature.
Now, men, hold your horses. I am not meaning that you aren't productive members of society and hold a job, or you can't be a good dad or husband or friend. What I mean is, your minds run on one track at a time, and when you get near the women, all your maturity flies out the window and you become enthralled pubescent boys again who can't wait to touch the women.
And men try to do just that.
And there is nothing wrong with it.
And real women like it when men give it a good try.
And that natural, good inclination cannot be legislated away because it is God-given.
But for me, who will always be twelve, finding a mature yet not stuck in the mud kind of guy who doesn't mind it that Angela is excited and interested in all things and often blurts stuff out willy-nilly, and more things Angela that are dichotomous, well, it's like pulling teeth out of a chicken.
Reba McEntire said it best in her song: All the Women I Am. Here's the video:
See? Real men, good men, know this about real women, good women. And they celebrate it.
*As a side note, the Bills each have wives who seek to destroy the women their husbands assaulted. Though that's another topic for another day, here's a little reminder of what "I did not have sex with that woman" and "They are all liars and trailer trash" looks like.
