Shoegasm

Jason — Wed, 16 May 2007 04:13:18 +0000

I really thought this would never happen, but I actually bought two pairs of shoes today. This brings my total shoe count to 8. For me, eight pairs of shoes is about my per-decade average. I used to have one all-around pair, and one nicer pair. Now I have two sets of work shoes, an older but comfy pair of casuals, one pair for running, one really dressy pair, a pair that’s too small but I like the way they look, and now today two nearly identical pairs that will replace my old comfy casuals.

I don’t feel like a girl, but I seem to be starting to hoard shoes like they do. I guess my per-decade average will go up.

GIDC

Jason — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 18:13:02 +0000

Before Broken Windows begins shooting, I am shooting some behind the scenes footage of the Girls in the Directors Chair program, which empowers young women who want to be filmmakers. Ten girls write, direct, shoot, and edit a 10-minute short film in the span of one week. They are in a friendly competition with another group of ten girls, and the two films will end up online for a public vote. I’m not sure where my footage will end up, but I’ve heard some interesting possibilities. So far I’m impressed with what they’ve been able to do within their tight schedule.

My married valentine

Jason — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 07:39:16 +0000

My luck has been consistently down when it comes to meeting a girl I like who is NOT attached to someone. More to the point, I’ve had an unusually long streak of girls who want to go out with me who were attached, married or otherwise. And I’m sick of it. Why do I have a happy valentines day message on myspace from a girl who’s dating someone else? In fact, what is she doing on the computer on valentines day if she’s with someone? I don’t intend any offense, and she’s a nice girl. It’s just an easy example of what’s been happening a lot lately.

What is with this generation of women? They seem to outnumber men in their non-committal attitudes toward relationships. Everywhere I turn I find myself attracting women who don’t seem to have a hard time reconciling their boyfriend or husband at home with a yes when I ask them out. And sometimes they’re the one asking me out, and it’s only later that I find out about their significant other. Did the last generation of women burn too many bras for their own good? Have they answered the question “Are men necessary?” with a “Not really”? Whatever happened, they have certainly tasted some kind of perceived freedom during women’s liberation, and from my experience, it’s gone to their collective heads. And now we’ve got intelligent women walking around virtually asking for sex without much semblance of a relationship. Do any of them seriously think that is sexy, and/or desirable? That appeals only to a man’s most base desires, and although we men would all on the surface rejoice in the steady stream of no-strings sex, deeper down we find it repulsing huge waste of time and money.

If I didn’t want to acknowledge individual responsibility, I’d say my self control comes from the fact that I’m a man, and as a man in a patriarchal society my freedom to be non-committal was my birthright, just as it was to my fathers and their fathers for millennia. As such, the taste of that freedom is not as fresh and intoxicating as it is for women, who are just now tasting it for the first time in fifteen thousand years. Therefore, the differential between the sexes regarding the potential to exercise our sexual options now favors women. It results in a reversal of some typical stereotypes, namely, men (like me) being more docile and loyal. I’d say that if I fell for it. Being faithful to a relationship is not a passive trait, but one of the most active things a man can do, even though there are few outward manifestations of it. Inwardly though, it requires discipline, which is a responsibility decidedly individual.

So the next time an attached woman says yes to a date with me, I’m going to ask her about the guy who’s either waiting for her to get home or at work making money to help buy her that dual-income, no-kids, non-fat-mocha-latte lifestyle. Don’t hang yourself with the bra your mom tried to burn, honey. Remember who puts up with you when you’re on the rag, crying as you watch Extreme Makeover. We are your emotional rocks. Acknowledge it and embrace it, you’ll be happier that way.

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