(November 8, 2013 at 3:02 pm)Zazzy Wrote:(November 8, 2013 at 2:31 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: @ZazzyI was a public high school teacher for 10+ years, and I've been working in public high schools off and on for the past 6+ years during grad school, and that's total BS (unless you're in a gang school, and then it's just BS and not TOTAL BS). Girls fight NOWHERE NEAR as much as boys do.
I'm sorry but your assertion that women are somehow less violent then men is bunk. While women do have lower violent crime statistics what I would invite you to do is talk to a local high school princple. My experience is that girls tend to as much as boys do.
Quote: Infact when girls would fight, it had a tendency to get more viscious faster .This may be true, but since they physically fight way less, it's a moot point.
Quote: The reason for that is because when men fight one on one there are rules your expected to adhere too.That's not a sexist statement or anything.
I want to say this, my evidence is only anecdotal and based in personal experience, where as yours is backed up via statistical analysis, and I am of course human.
My two cents is this. This Mens rights is a conservation that needs to be had openly, without people screaming patriarchy, as it is right now women hold a substantial advantage over men in courts both criminal and civil. This has to be addressed as do health issues specific to men. And please stop painting all men as rapists, when in reality it is a very small percentage of men.
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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.
