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„Career woman,  educated, funny, charming, looking for a male regarding good sex. Relationship and marriage possible, after consumating his good(ie)s.“

How that sounds?

If you`re a guy, bloody scary, that`s how.

Predatory.

We are talking about sexual equality, about sexual freedom, about all those nicely packed sh.t, with a bow on the top.

The truth is very simple – they are hunters and we are the prey, which doesn`t has much value in their eyes if it surrenders right away. To make it even more simple, if you sleep with the guy the same evening, you often become dull. Yes, you  may see each other for a while, have few good sexual encounters, but for something serious he will choose someone who put at least a little fight. Raising it`s price, in the same time.

Let`s be honest – we can yell, scream, write books, protest as much as we want, but when sex is considered,  they are still very conservative. They still like to try, to fight, even a little, to get their object of desire. Otherwise, they just loose interest and respect. So, we are left with what? To be stubborn, to do it our way, to get mad, cry, curse or just to take the things as they are.

That, I`ve been explaining to a creature, very dear to me,  for the past 10 years. Every now and then, she gets caught in the specific blues, repeating how she would like to have an official boyfriend, how she would like to be loved, cuddled, but it`s ain`t happening. All she has are dates which are starting and finishing as one night stands. The closest she ever came to a relationship, in all this years, are horny calls of the certain guy, in the middle of the night. That kind of „relationship“ lasted over a year. Tears, pleasure and fury were mixing through time, until she finally had it.

All this time she was playing her favorite happy-go-lucky song, saying that she is liberal, opened and that she has the right on it. And she really does.

But…

It`s doesn`t have anything to do with love but with consumation. A fine restaurant dinner vs. fast food. Making a fine dinner takes some effort, time and energy. If you`re not up to it, then take a hot-dog. But then don`t expect some magical flavours.

Seriously, this is how the things are regarding sex, we are still living in the age of caveman. If we get something right away, on a easy way – we just don`t appreciate it. If we have to fight for it, then it`s estimated value is far more higher.

On the other side, sex is a great thing, but if we take to a level to just satisfy our biological need, how in the world we can expect something more?

This is the time of consumerism, where we are actually receiving the message that nothing is priceless and that everyone are replaceble. We can`t praise on that altair expecting that somebody will appreciate us too much, not in that way, that`s sure. That would be prudish.

Let`s make it simple, like true hedonists – if you decide to guttle, to stack food in yourself just to survive, not thinking about it and not giving it a second thought, how do you expect a strong healthy body and some heavenly peaks?

Just decide. Who do you want to be? A predator or a prey? When you do, the things will be much easier. For you and for everyone else.

How to be outrageosly rich?

How to fuck 1450 chicks in one year and become rich?

How to become incredibly happy and rich, of course?

In our age, the postmodern neurotic period, we have like tons of selfhelp books in every corner. Some of them are actually good but the majority are total trash. The sad thing about it is the fact that on the wings of consumerism, selfishness and self-pity on which we are flying, we are looking for turbofast and hypereasy solutions which will bring us to a general bliss, with minimal effort. And of course, that book also must have a part where it`s author is convincing us how we are actually wonderful but the others just don`t see it. But they will, after the author`s secret advice. Sure.

Why am I bothered with it? Because of the conversation I had the other day. Here it is.

She: „Will you take me to the library?“

Me:“?!? I have to take you? Why?“

She: „Because I need a book, and you are the only one that I know, that does things like this. Goes to the library and borrows books. You know, really reads.

(Here I felt like a leper, like a total freak, a weirdo. I`ve become „the-one-who- goes-to-library-and-really-reads“. What will my neighbours think? I will be socially excommunicated!)

Me:And what book do you need?“

She: „How to have a really good fight, or something“.

Mazel tov!

The thing is that she and her man are constanly fighting. 24-7. Waking up, you son of the bitch, dressing, you idiot, going to work, why are you late you moron, coming home, where`s my lunch stupid, afternoon chilling, I can`t stand you, watching tv, you heartless bitch…. A true idyll.

And from all the things in the world, all moves, solutions – they want a selfhelp book named How-to-have-a-really-good-fight. They don`t remember when they talked normally last time or when they spent an hour in pleasant silence. But they do want the fightings to continue on completely another level.

The thing is that they are appropriately deaf. Enjoying in their own voices that much, and not having a clue that, just maybe, the other side has some rights and needs too. So they scream. All the time. And now, with the help of the good book, they will have the possibility to throw in some quotations too like: „No, no,no, you jerk! On the page 47 it says that….“.

You get the picture.

I, on the other hand, am waiting for another book to come out – „38 things on which you may conclude that you are a selfish manipulative child and for which you may bitch slap yourself“.

Till then, it looks I will take others on a library tour. I have the license.

Helping them to find the way for their desired destination, Selfishville.

TV… such a powerful media. Everyone is watching it. Long, long time ago, on the television you could see only the ones who really had „something“ – good actors, giornalists, singers… Now, with all this reality shows and talk shows, everyone may get a chance to be on it. And some of them are really using it. Big time.

Some people would do anything just to have their own 5 minutes of fame. Even if they reveal to the world that they are peeping through te keyhole while their mother-in-law  takes a shower. Or that every now and then, they stick a corncob into their ass.

So that someone may say to them: „I`ve seen you last night on TV!!!“

They don`t mind the fact that they will completly lose their dignity and that they will probably spend their whole life labeled as freaks, sickos, perverts, or however they have presented  themselves to the world.

But nevermind, because the star is born.

To be honest, the „star“ had some… unpleasent feedbacks, because his wife left him after the show, his mother run off crying from the studio, his friends won`t answer his calls and his CEO manager called his boss demanding to fire the idiot first thing tomorrow morning.

While the „star“ is still blinking blankly with the stupid smile on his face. He fucked up his lfe but that information still haven`t arrived to his small brain. The only thing that echoes in his head is „…you`re a star, you`re star, you`re star…look ma`, I`m on the top of the world!“

I really wonder if those idiots heard the moron alarm while they were applying into the show, or at least when they were entering into the studio, to same alarm which would alert them that they are just about to the most stupid thing in their life? Or maybe, the narcissistic dose that they own, is so strong that it practically blinds all that is inteligent and emphatic in them, in the same time forgetting what shame and damage will it bring to themselves and their closed ones?

And let`s not kid ourselves – it doesn`t have anything to do with the money. The money is just an excuse.

And the measuring unit. Of the true fact – how much they appreciate their most valuable: dignity, selfrespect, family and friends.

They are there because they want to be somebody.

Even if that somebody is the biggest idiot in the country.