Proverbe/citation
du jour
“Je préfère être agressé par une mauvaise pub que par une
féministe enragée.”-Christian Blachas
Un
« mangina » se dit féministe en laissant sa femme
coucher avec d'autres hommes
Plus mangina que ça, tu crèves!
Dans le New York Magazine, un homme, Michael Sonmore, raconte divers
aspects de son « mariage ouvert » avec sa femme. Il
exprime dans
son texte de la gratitude envers sa femme, relativement au fait
qu'en la laissant coucher avec d'autres hommes comme bon lui semble,
cela lui permettait d'expérimenter et de vivre le féminisme.
Je me demande si Michael Sonmore
existe vraiment et que ce qu'il raconte est la réalité, ou bien
s'il s'agit d'une histoire montée de toutes pièces par une
féministe pour vendre sa salade. Peu
d'informations étant disponibles au sujet de Sonmore, je penche pour
la fraude. Jetons un coup d'oeil à divers extraits, où j'ai mis en gras certaines phrases :
As I write this, my children are
asleep in their room, Loretta Lynn is on the stereo, and my wife
is out on a date with a man named Paulo. It’s her second date this
week;her fourth this month so
far.
If it goes like the others, she’ll come home in the middle of
the night, crawl into bed beside me, and tell me all about how she
and Paulo had sex. I won’t
explode with anger or seethe with resentment. I’ll tell her it’s
a hot story and I’m glad she had fun. It’s hot because
she’s excited, and I’m glad because I’m a feminist.
Before my wife started sleeping with other men, I certainly
considered myself a feminist,
but I really only understood it in the abstract. When I
quit working to stay at home with the kids,
I began to understand it on a whole new level. I am an economically
dependent househusband coping with the withering drudgery of
child-rearing. Now that I understand the reality of that situation, I
don’t blame women for demanding more for themselves than the life
of the housewife.
[...]In this way, my masculine self-image was stretched but not broken. Diaper bag notwithstanding, I was still a Man. It wasn’t until my wife mentioned one evening that she’d kissed another man and liked it and wanted to do more than kiss next time that I realized how my status as a Man depended on a single fact: that my wife fucked only me.
[...]In this way, my masculine self-image was stretched but not broken. Diaper bag notwithstanding, I was still a Man. It wasn’t until my wife mentioned one evening that she’d kissed another man and liked it and wanted to do more than kiss next time that I realized how my status as a Man depended on a single fact: that my wife fucked only me.
When people ask how it started,
I say this: We married young. She’d had sex before me,
but only with a handful of people a handful of times. She never had a
boyfriend, never had a lover. I was the first man she ever had the
chance to get to know intimately.
Feminism always comes back to sex,
even when we’re talking about everything else. The point isn’t
that all women should be sexual adventurers. Celibacy is as valid an
expression of sexuality as profligacy. The point is that it should be
women who choose, not men — even the men they’re married to. For
my wife, the choice between honoring our vows and fulfilling her
desires was a false choice, another trap. She knew how deep our love
was, and knew that her wanting a variety of sexual experiences as we
traveled through life together would not diminish or disrupt that
love. It took me about six
months — many long, intense conversations, and an ocean of red wine
— before I knew it, too.
When my wife told me she wanted to open our marriage and take other lovers, she wasn’t rejecting me, she was embracing herself. When I understood that, I finally became a feminist.
This has been the great challenge of my open marriage: to draw
strength from vulnerability. Doing so requires supreme
self-confidence. You must first really, truly love yourself; it is
the foundation upon which all the other love is built. From
everywhere comes the message that what I’m doing is for weaklings,
losers, failures, pussies; that if I had money and status, I could
keep my wife “in line”; that her self-discovery comes at the
expense of my self-esteem. My
open marriage has made heavy demands on my ability to silence the
voice of doubt in my head, that gnawing feeling of worthlessness. But
I find I can meet those demands, and that I am able to build my
self-confidence out of nothing more than the basic dignity we all
possess. I’m grateful to my wife for pushing us to take this leap,
and whatever happens to us in the future I would do it all again. And
when she comes home tonight and crawls into bed beside me with a hot
story about her date with Paulo, she’ll do it all again, too.
…
Ouf!
Chose sûre, si cela est véridique,
je me demande vraiment comment un père de deux enfants peut être
assez stupide pour croire qu'un homme doit se dégrader de la sorte
afin de respecter les femmes.
Au fait, quelle femme peut bien
vouloir comme chum un homme sans colonne vertébrale, aussi enfantin,
pour ne pas dire complètement idiot comme celui-ci? Il y en a une
dans cette histoire, assez manipulatrice pour convaincre un tel
mangina d'élever les enfants pendant qu'elle se fait baiser par le
facteur sur le siège arrière de la voiture familiale dans le
stationnement!
Notez bien, je ne m'oppose pas du
tout au fait que deux adultes en couple consentent à vivre diverses
expériences sexuelles du genre. Le
problème est, à mon avis du moins, qu'il n'y a rien de féministe
dans une relation comme celle décrite dans l'article. Le féminisme
équivaut à respecter les femmes, les aimer et de les traiter de la
même manière qu'on traite n'importe lequel autre être humain, pas
à se rabaisser de la sorte devant une salope du genre.
La
description physique que les femmes donnent sur les sites de
rencontre
Je la trouve bien bonne celle-là, c'est la raison pour laquelle je
la partage avec vous. Il s'agit d'une illustration sur laquelle on
nous explique comment les femmes se décrivent sur les sites de
rencontre.
Photo
du jour
Levé tôt ce matin, j'en ai profité pour me rendre à Tourelle afin
de photographier le lever du Soleil sur le monolithe situé près du
havre de pêche. C'était à 4h54 ce matin. C'était 4h19 le 21 juin
dernier. Les journées raccourcissent!
