The Good that Women Can DoNovember 5, 2013
My last few posts have been about goody goody girl and relationship stuff. I’m about to go back into the darker, harder hitting stuff about vapid woman, sluts, retarded feminists and entitled attitudes. So before i start launching the invective i thought i’d do a send off for all the great things that women can be and are capable of.
This is mainly a Thank You page to all the women who affect my life in a positive way whether they know it or not.
To the 2 paramedic EMT’s, both women, who tended to me while i was scaring the hell out of my workout partner with my heart rate dropping to danger territory syncope episode. Very professional, and pleasant. I immensely enjoyed having some mildly flirtatious moments with the one who took my blood sugar reading. Cute latina type. Even tho she had seen me crash from a BP of 75 down to 30 in a manner of a few seconds during my episode, i played the whole incident off as nothing more than a mild annoyance to me without a hint of danger. Like the black knight saying losing all 4 appendages was a mere flesh wound.
I’m sure it didn’t hurt that i was in my tight muscle shirt either. I have never yet met a girl who didn’t at least appreciate muscles on a guy. Even the ones who like their guys with pudge or girth, give them an underwear model (or a poor man’s version of Jason Statham *cough cough*) and you will see the gleam in their eye for the split second they envision what sex might be like with you.
And Danny would be proud of the smiles and laughs i coaxed out of that EMS lady. I used his technique in the most stupid fashion possible.. i told her “Your necklace looks very lovely on you”.. and she looked down and looked back at me confused, i silently mouthed the words “Your. Steth.A.Scope” with a grin. She laughed out loud! As he’s fond of saying.. GAME EVERYONE. Keeps your skills sharp so you can bring the big guns to bear when it counts!
Two wonderful ladies in the healing profession using their greatest assets as women to bring care to me, a man. Smiling and bringing comfort in a way no man could. Why women would run away from this gift i haven’t a fucking clue.
To the wonderful crew of assistants at my Orthodontist’s office (and my regular dental hygienist). I am not lying when i tell you he (a man) is the only male there. His entire staff is female. I count about 15 staff there. 3 at reception. 1 administrator/supervisor. The rest are either primary care students or assistants/technicians. Each and every one is pleasant and a joy to be around. They joke around with me, swap stories, and most of all, continually encourage me as they see my progress. I can still recall how horrible i felt about my teeth, and having to show them, and have pictures taken of them. From day one they’ve been nothing but 100% supportive, and building up my confidence in my smile and the resolve to see it through.
Now i smile full beaming smiles.. even with all my hardware on. It’s something i will never take for granted again, this simple action of smiling means so much, especially to confidence. I now openly innocuously flirt with the girls where opportunity presents itself. I carry myself with pride and swagger when i go there, and they feed off it and build me up even more. These girls are absolute gold at what they do and if they take their skills for how they make their patients feel into their dating and relationships, they will have girl game nailed and wonderful odds at successfully finding great guys.
I recall one of feminism’s primary complaints was about how they railed against the concept of having to be the ones that constantly had to be nurturing or smiling or whatnot when the man came home from a hard days work. The answer is simple. They didn’t have to, but by doing so, the rewards would present themselves. When women understand that it’s not their job, career or intellect.. but rather how you present yourself as a woman and how you make a man feel like a man when around you, that is what makes a man want to stay committed to you. It’s not your accolades, it’s how you make him feel that matters.
To the female cardiologist, (who was much older than my image might indicate, as in grey hairs old) who showed a dedication to her profession by not leaving it in order to have children, or if she did have children, stuck it out in medicine, made a career out of it and gave back to the people what she got educated to do. Helping people. Unlike the crisis in the UK (and other areas) where female health practitioners abandon their medical calling after baby rabies kicks in and creates a massive vacuum of staff in healthcare that cannot be replaced, all while funded through equal opportunity and a continual push to have more females enter the profession. Talk about attrition. But onto my cardiologist. She who monitored me while i was on the treadmill, talked to me about my life, my exercise routine, the Maple Leafs. Who explained to me what was happening on the screen and guided me through the procedure.
A true professional and a credit to her profession. If more women followed her example and path, perhaps i wouldn’t be so grumpy about shit like this.
And i would be remiss to forget the great woman who prepped me for my nuclear medicine scans. I don’t like needles in my veins. I REALLY DISLIKE IV’s…. they make me ill and feel like throwing up. I was not aware of the fact i’d need to run the treadmill with one hanging out of me. She was beyond understanding. She gave me time, was understanding, talked to me about it and then finally gave me a good swift kick in the ass and told me not to worry about it even as i started turning whiter than white. She encouraged me, told me i had great veins (oh joy, most likely due to bicep curls) and that i was prepped before i even knew it. She even went out of her way to bandage a large arm wrap around my arm so i wouldn’t actually have to look at it. She then joked and ribbed me gently throughout the rest of the day during my tests. But not in a cruel way, but a compassionate way. She later told me she has the same problem, but only when it’s being performed on her.. she can perform it on others without issue. I simply can’t stand watching needles go into veins, mine or anyone else’s.
And i think she was Polish too, so we had some comradery going on. I never did get a chance to thank her, a different tech pulled my IV out.
There are many other great women out there that excel in their jobs and careers that are actual things to be proud of that i haven’t listed here, i’m not making this into a long post. But anywhere that women wish to work, put in full effort and perform just as well as men without artificial aid or moxie, and specifically jobs that harness the innate power of women’s nurturing, compassion and social interactions.. i say more power to them. And not just in medicine, but in any role or profession. I’m not here to keep women in the kitchen barefoot and pregnant. If they are capable, and they understand what holding a career actually means in terms of future sacrifice to ‘having it all’ entails (delaying relationships/marriage/children/etc.) without crying about it then i welcome their contributions.
And finally, i just want to point out that on top of my GF being one of the kindest and lovable people i know (and the fact that she makes it too easy, and loves setting me up to gently tease her so she can feign shocked indignation with a smile on her face encouraging me to reel her back in with comforting words… a constant cycle of playful negging and super fun push pull that makes her laugh 24/7 and now i’m rambling…) is a delightful feminine personality that doesn’t play games, doesn’t do drama, and really wants to please the Alpha of her eye. I’d like to say she makes it seem too easy, but then again.. if i didn’t make the changes necessary to improve myself, i’d probably be singing a different tune. She’s certainly an anti-feminist, just the way i like. I leave feminists to choose from their orbiting simps and manginas. As i told my friend at work yesterday, i’d rather eat 300 gallons of mayonnaise than entertain a relationship with a feminist. Like attracts like, the masculine attracts the feminine and vice versa. Once you master your own masculinity, you get to choose the relationships.
So with all that out of the way, brace yourself, Winter is Coming.
Back to slagging feminists and fucktards galore.