Look out for me

Not sure whether womazzle will continue.  Google seems bent on making access to it difficult.  

I will try to keep the site open, but this might just be my last post for now.   

I will be around though.  Somewhere.  

Look out for far out bits and pieces about this world and the one to come...

... IF.

Don't Bother...

In Britain, harassing, mobbing and libelling colleagues does not seem to constitute an offence that puts into question the mobber as much as the mobee. 

When a female broker took her employer to work over turning a blind eye when she found out that a male colleague had been bad mouthing her to her clients over a period of years, it was HER who had to defend herself in front of the court of law providing evidence that she was not a “psycho bitch” and “chronic druggie”. 

The BBC reported about the case recently because it was a rare occasion where the victim actually took her case to the court instead of accepting hush money – mostly because to save her career she did not really have another option.

While the BBC report correctly emphasised the importance of this step taken, they concluded that it may nevertheless not be the preferable route to take, since the time and energy spent in addition to the considerable financial burden and emotional trauma and possible social backlash the victim may face may not be worth the trouble.

No mentioning on how to improve the system and forcing the perpetrator to provide evidence for HIS claims and placing the financial burden as well as the social stigma on HIS back.

Needless to say he has since taken a pay out from his former employer and moved on.  She is still dealing with the consequences of the libelling campaign.

Not so Phun

Z. has to decide what her A Levels are going to be.  Here Physics teacher seems to think that she should try to take Physics alongside with Maths – especially because she is a girl – and handed her a leaflet “Physics is Fun” featuring a “fun loving” blonde writing convoluted formulas on a blackboard.

Hm.

What’s worrying is not only the haha connotation of blonde and “Fun” - which clearly has grown a bit moldy over time – nor the peculiarly odd way in which this seventeen year old adolescent girls is reduced to paddy-cake calibre nincompoop…

What really worries me is that it matters whether girls like Physics or not.   

And unless at my next PT meeting I will be handed a foldout entitled “Social Careers are Hip” brandishing a football jock in warrior pose, I am wondering whether people will ever understand that intelligence actually means to think creatively for yourself and not just to follow others.   

In fact I think that is is preferable to have different interests from men.  The problem is in the disadvantages that go along with that.  

Now there is a problem that awaits solving and me think its not Physics that's gonna do it.

Forty-Sixty

Has it ever occurred to anyone that the world would be better off with fewer men in it?  Maybe evolution is just a bit slow adapting to the fact, but humanity would benefit from a massive male cull.  I wouldn’t advocate shooting them at dusk (they do that already quite ably themselves), but I would suggest to find ways to turn that crooked Y chromosome into a sturdy X and thereby change the female-male ratio in a given generation.

That would probably be especially helpful in regions around the world that experience a lot of violence.   Just imagine the benefits it would have also for the men who actually are born!!!  More jobs, more girls, less competition (except from the girls...!).

Ah, yes, let the wild rumpus stop!

It

Ultimately I think that men are rather one dimensional.  They get stuck with one idea, one thing that drives them, and that’s it.  If you are planning to spend a life-time together, it’s best to find out what that one thing is.  Baseball?  Trains  ?   Or possibly their job ?

With women it’s different.  They only seem truly happy, if everyone around them is happy.  “Happy” means different things for different people and what it is that makes people happy is basically impossibe to know.  Food is usually a good guess, but then, I know quite a few people, who get annoyed with that kind of nurturing over-mother thing.  End result:  Everyone is unhappy.  

Seems to me, that we really should start cracking on that third gender, that perfect balance...it would make a lot of things a whole lot easier!

On Any Given Day...

Curtain opens:

Two guys, middle-aged, slim, engrossed in a conversation.  They are sitting on a big, white sofa at the far end of an open-floor house.  The table is set for breakfast.  It’s 9 o’clock.  

Enter two women.  They are back from buying bread and rolls for breakfast and immediately busy themselves in the kitchen, making coffee, heating milk, getting juice, arranging the cold cuts on a plate, opening jam jars and glasses with yoghurt. 
 
Two girls enter, the younger one joins the women in the kitchen, the older ambles over to the guys on the sofa.  One of them is her father.

“Are you comfortable there?”
“Why?”
“Just wondering.  Mom and Ay sure are working their buts off to get breakfast going.”
“Don’t talk to us like that, Zee.”

Mom sticks her head out of the corner of the kitchen.  It IS an open-floor house and anything going on in the kitchen OR living room is public.

M. “You know Zee is right.  You could join in a bit.”
“We set the table!”
“Well we didn’t spend the morning at the spa either.  What are you...seven?!”

What follows is as sobering as it is normal.  The guys stay seated and pretend nothing happened.  They continue talking and when they finally get up they remain close to the breakfast table.  Awkward but uncompromising.

The women exchange looks and continue their work in the kitchen and around the breakfast table.  After all life must go on.  And it seems to be their job to make it happen.

Funny thing:  This happened on International Woman’s Day .
Fact: It will happen on every other day. 


Curtain opens:

Two women, middle-aged, slim, engrossed in a conversation.  They are sitting on a big, white sofa at the far end of an open-floor house.  The table is set for breakfast.  It’s 9 o’clock.  

Enter two men.  They are back from buying bread and rolls for breakfast and immediately busy themselves in the kitchen, making coffee, heating milk, getting juice, arranging the cold cuts on a plate, opening jam jars and glasses with yoghurt. 
 
Two girls enter, the younger one joins the men in the kitchen, the older ambles over to the women on the sofa.  One of them is her mother

“Are you comfortable there?”
“Why?”
“Just wondering.  Dad and Em sure are working their buts off to get breakfast going.”


You continue....I am sure you have read the script before!

Follow Me !

One would think that I have said it all...I mean the stuff about why I truly believe that women are the better humans.

But last year I got joined by an equally vociferous fellow femme who does not mince her words either and greatly bolstered my list of arguments.  

Clearly everyone is aware that 95% of prison inmates are male (and that’s a worldwide average!!), which alone should suffice... And, hey, who invented the atomic bomb and dropped it (ooops), who reaps havoc on civilians whenever they feel justified (Eritrea, Syria, Iraq, Rwanda, Congo, Sebrenica, Vietnam, and the list goes on and on and on....)?!    

In her most recent book (Berlin 2014), “Warum die Sache schief geht” (Why it’ll all go down the drain), the author, Karen Duve, summarizes research from forensics to psychology that reveals that the same qualities, which catapult a human into the upper echelons of power and status, are usually the same ones that get them to be locked away: a charming (often mistakenly taken as “charismatic”) self-presentation that serves as a cover-up for ruthless, selfish actions.  

The clinical term for this type of personality is “psychopath” - someone who fools others into believing that they are superior and therefore entitled to anything they want.  

1% of human beings show distinct psychopathic traits - over 90% of them are male.  Very tellingly, according to Karen Duve’s research, the proportion of psychopathic personality types is disproportionately high among business and government leaders - leaving you to wonder, whom are the rest of us following?  

The class bully!

Charline

The shock waves from the attacks in Paris earlier this month can still be felt.  Clamorous demonstrations have yet to abate, meandering TV debates continue to befuddle a confused audience and a tsunami of cartoons has yet to recede behind the flood barriers of either good taste or necessity.

More important than whether we are Charlie or not, however, is to understand what emotional hurricane has been unleashed in us that continues to churn up so much activism.  

Is it that we really care about free speech?  Do we truly appreciate what it took to have this right be enshrined in our western constitutions?  Is all of this really about a principle?

I am wondering because where is Europe and all its loud-mouths, when women become the target of a heinous attack, and when the hard fought for right to fair and equal treatment regardless of ones gender is trashed, because some guy had a bad day?

Or is that too close for comfort?

Of course, it is always easier to look for the evil asshole across the fence of religion or ethnicity instead of in one’s own backyard.   

I am Charline and I am looking at you!

Fear Factor

Single-minded, men can be very effective at achieving one goal: competence.   Titles, medals, honors, public acknowledgements bear witness of that all important purpose in life.  Men battle and save lives, they rebuild economies and strengthen communities, they devote their lives to art and maritime biology, they become pros at ping pong and Fusion cuisine, they found charitable organizations and develop top notch technology and marketing strategies. 

However, the broader sphere of life can, be tricky to manage for them.  Joggling a career, relationship, children, family and friends can be straight out impossible. 

I have seen a lot of men buckle under the complexity of long-term relationships.  Eight out of ten of my female friends are currently either divorced or going through divorce.  Two of them are living in separation.   All of them have children.

Throughout the last twenty years of my married life, I have come to believe that women who want to raise a family would do best (and often do) forming strong ties with other women instead of relying – and often being let down – by a male partner.

It is simply not their forte to keep school dates, food preferences and names of friends in mind while maintaining a stable source of income, taking care of relatives and planning the next summer holidays.  

No need to gripe and moan.  Best actually to plan life with a good pre-nuptial agreement in place and look out for other women who might be willing to share in daily chores, child care and holidays.

The marital contract would ensure that the single-parent household is viable even after the partners split.  Children need to be taken care of long-term and the person having worked in the unsalaried and under acknowledged role of the guardian must be fully compensated and supported as well.   Afterall, a guy who invested all his working hours in his career and most of his non-salaried time in hobbies pulls ahead of the woman who spent every waking hour of the day in raising children.  

Clearly she made a strategic mistake by trusting a male to stand by her and pitch in with the shared responsibility of raising the next generation.  But it would be an even worse mistake for her not to have a Plan B in place.

Funny enough – that’s how most women still operate. 

Are they afraid to mention the dirty d-word when it matters most…before they enter into marriage?

It wouldn’t be the first time that fear lies at the bottom of foolishness!