Men are from Earth.
Women are from Earth.
Fucking deal with it, okay?
The longer version:
No, really, "the opposite sex" is not actually all that complicated to understand, or motivated by arcane and incomprehensible impulses that only other people of the same identification can relate to. If you actually crawled out of your teeny solipsistic universe and talked to one or two of them you might discover that they are secretly people and have the same sorts of thoughts and desires that you may have encountered in interactions with that subset of humanity that you have previously considered to be real people. No arcane deciphering is required except, perhaps, if you are dealing with a golem (if they never speak and are very strong and do not seem to be readily injurable, go study the kabbalah until they make sense; otherwise, you will quite likely be fine with using whatever protocols you use for ordinary mortals).
That thing you just called "such a [particular sex] thing to do" is not in fact sexed behaviour. Even the bits that conform to mainstream obligatory gender stereotypes (once described by
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The people you want to form relationships with are not video games. You cannot learn about "men" or "women" and expect to be successful at forming such relationships; you most particularly cannot pursue Cosmo or pick-up artist clubs or whatever else in search of the cheat codes and then throw a snit because up-down-up-down-left-right-left-right-B-A-start does not, on this particular target of your attractions, get you sex, romance, free food, or whatever you were trying to cheat-code out of them. If you want a relationship with someone, you have to learn what that specific person is interested in, and if you're not it, you're shit out of luck. Move on to someone or something else. Don't blame the erstwhile target of your affections for being defective because they don't properly appreciate the symbolism of your offering of the severed genitalia of flowering plants.
If you presume someone is up for something, interested in something, not interested in something, has a particular personality trait, or behaves in a certain way because of their sex, you are wrong. Not only are you wrong, but you are boringly wrong and should spend some time coming up with more creatively entertaining ways of being an asshat. "Women are" and "Men are" and "real women" and "real men" and "such a man" and "like a woman" are all phrases that send up bright flags marked "Fertile supply of bullshit may be found here". If you don't want to be mistaken for compost and shipped off to feed the blackberries, get some new material. Your excuses are passé.
- A man once asked me--it is true that it was at the end of a very good dinner, and the compliment conveyed may have been due to that circumstance--how I managed in my books to write such natural conversation between men when they were by themselves. Was I, by any chance, a member of a large, mixed family with a lot of male friends?
I replied that, on the contrary, I was an only child and had practically never seen or spoken to any men of my own age till I was about twenty-five.
'Well,' said the man, 'I shouldn't have expected a woman [meaning me] to have been able to make it so convincing.'
I replied that I had coped with this difficult problem by making my men talk, as far as possible, like ordinary human beings. This aspect of the matter seemed to surprise the other speaker; he said no more, but took it away to chew it over.
One of these days it may quite likely occur to him that women, as well as men, when left to themselves, talk very much like human beings also.
--Dorothy L. Sayers: from "Are Women Human?"
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