BlaRo
Little Nudger
Holy shit, that's a dissertation.
All I got out of the beginning though is that a gentleman is a snob, a tattered anachronism of the "old guard". You still want to see those types of people around? Words change over time, as do their meanings, so it's no surprise that "gentleman" has evolved over centuries. He shouldn't kiss ass, that's a given, but he shouldn't walk around arrogantly thinking he's God's gift from the heavens. That may have worked to gain favor with Marie Antoinette, but in the 21st century you would deserve to be punched in the throat.
It's easy to say that doing things for sex is pathetic, but it's also human nature to lust after what you want, and currying favor is simply one way of demonstrating this. You can look down upon the pathetic bastards slovenly following an attractive girl around at a bar or party, offering her another drink so he can bed her for one wild night and treat her like a piece of property. But everybody knows they've been in such a situation before, they only interpret it differently (and hopefully less like the scumbag I described above). It's human nature, what did you expect? We're not exactly an intelligent species after all, what with our crippling foibles and petty jealousy and everything else that we blame on "nature". All this rambling about being a "gentleman" is just rambling.
Yeah, I use moisturizer. So what? I also believe that women should buy us drinks from time to time, because I'm tired of seeing the stupid "men are dumb, women are conquerors" feminist bullshit in advertising. This isn't "Downtown", we're not all slovenly brutes who don't know what the ass end of a rolling pin is and only know the way to the fridge for another Miller Lite while we watch "the game". There's nothing wrong with being multi-faceted and using a free bottle of Banana Republic moisturizer that my friend scored me from work while I open up the cylinder head to my vintage motorcycle after preparing stuffed chicken Valentino for a few sorority girls. Do we still need to conform to ancient stereotypes? Worse, do we need to pander to women because we denied them the vote until 1920? And has that become an excuse for radicals to play the "sexist" card every chance they get? Jesse Jackson doesn't exactly represent all black people, either.
Whatever. I'm procrastinating on an essay (on why the environmentalism movement is a load of shit) that was supposed to be due half an hour ago, so I'll stop here.
All I got out of the beginning though is that a gentleman is a snob, a tattered anachronism of the "old guard". You still want to see those types of people around? Words change over time, as do their meanings, so it's no surprise that "gentleman" has evolved over centuries. He shouldn't kiss ass, that's a given, but he shouldn't walk around arrogantly thinking he's God's gift from the heavens. That may have worked to gain favor with Marie Antoinette, but in the 21st century you would deserve to be punched in the throat.
It's easy to say that doing things for sex is pathetic, but it's also human nature to lust after what you want, and currying favor is simply one way of demonstrating this. You can look down upon the pathetic bastards slovenly following an attractive girl around at a bar or party, offering her another drink so he can bed her for one wild night and treat her like a piece of property. But everybody knows they've been in such a situation before, they only interpret it differently (and hopefully less like the scumbag I described above). It's human nature, what did you expect? We're not exactly an intelligent species after all, what with our crippling foibles and petty jealousy and everything else that we blame on "nature". All this rambling about being a "gentleman" is just rambling.
Yeah, I use moisturizer. So what? I also believe that women should buy us drinks from time to time, because I'm tired of seeing the stupid "men are dumb, women are conquerors" feminist bullshit in advertising. This isn't "Downtown", we're not all slovenly brutes who don't know what the ass end of a rolling pin is and only know the way to the fridge for another Miller Lite while we watch "the game". There's nothing wrong with being multi-faceted and using a free bottle of Banana Republic moisturizer that my friend scored me from work while I open up the cylinder head to my vintage motorcycle after preparing stuffed chicken Valentino for a few sorority girls. Do we still need to conform to ancient stereotypes? Worse, do we need to pander to women because we denied them the vote until 1920? And has that become an excuse for radicals to play the "sexist" card every chance they get? Jesse Jackson doesn't exactly represent all black people, either.
Whatever. I'm procrastinating on an essay (on why the environmentalism movement is a load of shit) that was supposed to be due half an hour ago, so I'll stop here.