(January 17, 2016 at 2:01 am)Mr.wizard Wrote:(January 17, 2016 at 1:53 am)pool the great Wrote: I agree with you that sexuality has to be controlled to an extend, but it is never okay to suppress sexuality. Never.
Shaming men for looking at women that dress sexy is suppressing sexuality which is sexist by all means, furthermore the supposedly claim that women are being objectified because of how men's sexuality work and therefore men should alter how their sexuality works is so sexist it's baffling.
Hey man, don't put all men into the same category of being "wired" the same as you, I can assure you I am not wired like you. You act like we are all 10 year old boys seeing a pair of boobs for the first time.
Oh come on wizard, don't tell me you don't look at a member of the sex of the your attracted to and go "that ass, its fucking amazing"
I'm going to give you a personal example of how this works. There is this girl in my class at school. She has a fucking amazing ass that and figure. I would love nothing more then to fuck the everloving shit out of her from behind. But j also acknowledge that she is a very competent and intelligent human, who is very kind and easy to get along with. She also has great organizational skills. Does that make me an evil sexist who views women as objects. Hardly. Just my mother was careful to teach me that women are more then just sex objects. In other words you can teach a straight man to see women as humans, but you can't teach him to not what to fuck women.
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Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
