Reading the Twitter feed #mencallmethings (which documents the insane verbal abuse women bloggers suffer)– and the reaction to it by women-hating festering ass-boils– is the kind of thing that tends to get me down. This is a bad thing for me, ‘cuz I deal with low-grade depression pretty much all the time. Sometimes after I dip my toes into the fetid waters of wingnuttery and misogyny, I have to remind myself about how normal people interact. For instance, I have to remind myself that the vast majority of men are not the kind of people who would threaten to rape a woman with a chainsaw.
Here’s a cozy little scenario: This past weekend, hubby and I–along with my father and mother-in-law– went to a cheesy chain that serves horrible wings to play trivia. The game questions ranged from Where does Hammurabi’s code come from? to What was the theme song from M.A.S.H? It was Boys vs. Girls. A couple rounds into it, hubby and I started ignoring his parents, because they were, well, useless. He has 3 Masters Degrees. I never finished college. I won 2 games, he won 2. I would have won a third, but lost it on the last question and he snuck up behind me with a 1000-point finish.
There are 2 things you should take away from this story: 1.) I’m smart as a fucking whip (also great at games–all kinds), and you’d do well to remember that. 2.) THIS IS HOW NORMAL PEOPLE ACT. See, hubby and I were just having fun. At no point did I feel as if I were representing every person who identifies as female. At no point did hubby act surprised I was doing so well. We didn’t denigrate each other. We didn’t trash talk each other. (Although I enjoy a bit of good-natured trash-talk once in awhile.) It was just a couple of people, who happened to be a man and a woman, having a pleasant time.
This is how most men and women interact. I gotta take a deep breath and remind myself of that once in awhile.