The cultural rules of dating have changed so rapidly in my lifetime that I often feel like an alien who cannot keep up with the human customs… bleep blorp meep boop LOL! Maybe I’m just old fashioned and out of touch but in my day, women wanted to be pursued and seduced. And men felt secure knowing they wouldn’t be crucified just because they willfully ignored a woman’s playful “nooooo” and had sex with her anyway. It’s called ROMANCE. Look it up.
Some of these recent allegations are setting a dangerous precedent. If a woman, who was admittedly open to being alone in a hotel room… or an office, with her boss or a seemingly woke feminist guy, and she initially consented to a date, drink, or interview, can suddenly turn around and change her mind just because he ends up being super creepy and aggressive and completely at odds with his non threatening persona — how can the status quo dating culture even continue? I’m seriously just gonna play it safe now and not even hug a woman or shake her hand. The risk of being humiliated by her noticing my erect penis thrusting against her is just too great.
What’s next, a Venmo-type app to request consent? If it’s the only way to ensure a woman is legally obligated to follow through with sex, and cannot change her mind no matter what, I guess I’d download that. But believe me, this is not the direction male/female interactions should be heading. These females would have us all paying for hook-up insurance! And they wonder why chivalry is dead.
This call-out climate is making men afraid to be men. It’s a fact that most women still prefer to have the man take charge. But if men are too afraid to follow through on their erections and reach climax by any means necessary, because she might point out that shaking hands does not mean she wants to be penetrated, then all bets are off! We as a society will reap the childless consequences of the seeds sown by this movement; and the seeds not sown as a result of this movement.
You can’t change nature. And whether it’s politically correct or not to say this: Men are visual creatures. And for a man to see a hot brunette in yoga pants, with ample but firm natural breasts, a good hip to waist ratio, whom he imagines is really chill and accepting, and doesn’t care about superficial stuff, and is probably into gaming, that he now can’t have sex with because of feminism — is a recipe for blue balls. And isn’t blue balls basically assault?
