(January 17, 2016 at 2:19 am)Mr.wizard Wrote:That is why we teach men not to be brain dead morons. That said, humans are stupid, and both genders will gawk at members of the opposite (or same) sex. I don't do it, I like seeing as more then sex objects and I want a strong and intelligent woman for a girlfriend. But like I said people are morons.(January 17, 2016 at 2:15 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: 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.
Of course I notice women, that's not what I am arguing about, what I'm arguing about is the fact that women who are being gawked at, should just have to accept it because they are sexy. They have every right to be offended by someone rudely starring at them.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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.
