RE: Modern feminism
July 22, 2014 at 7:12 pm
(This post was last modified: July 22, 2014 at 7:16 pm by Violet.)
(July 20, 2014 at 6:21 pm)Bad Wolf Wrote: Your morality doesn't make sense. Morals exist because we don't live in a vacuum. Things that actually hurt other people are deemed immoral. Having sex with lots of people doesn't hurt anyone and that is why it isn't immoral.
I've been told that diseases hurt, and some may or may not have been known to kill or forever maim. It's further quite possible that one amongst all of these people felt 'special', and then got their special little feelings hurt, complete with all which that might bring.
Let's be fair here: acting hurts people, not acting allows people to be hurt. In every path, acting or not, one has delivered pain upon their fellows and obliterated lives for which they have no option but to either enable or enact hurting.
Morality is not simply whether or not others will be hurt, because it will always hurt (in the end/to some degree). The only action that leads to ending *hurt* is to hurt so horribly that no hurt can ever hurt again. Causing the world to end is typically not judged to be a moral action, therefore whether or not it hurts is not *wholly* whether or not it is moral.
Please for the love of the gods do not make me chart out the premises involved, as I would prefer you blissfully say 'okay' than to actively cause in you consternation.
Quote:I wouldn't want to have sex with a person that has sex 20 times a week either but thats got nothing to do with morality. They probably have an std, plus any woman who has sex that often is either a hooker or has something wrong with them. And thats why your morality doesn't make sense.
Does something have to be wrong to really enjoy sex?
(July 20, 2014 at 6:26 pm)Insanity Wrote: Calling all your preferences morality is just weird. Seriously, perhaps I might start calling everyone who doesn't like pizza immoral.
Aren't they, though? Cheese is god. There is no place for a cheese hater in this world.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day