Equal In Dignity?

Masters of the Universe

XI/3/2000

"It's just a joke," they say.

"Ladies, don't get mad at me."

So, gentlemen, this is just a joke. Don't get mad. Have a sense of humor.

Men love to define women, to put us in our place, tell us who we really are.

"You're a lady if you're gentle, and good, and quiet," they say.

"You're just a woman, if you open your mouth."

They say, "Be nice, be convenient, do nothing that will make us notice you, if what we see isn't

pretty, isn't disturbing, doesn't upset us."

Men are easily upset. Especially by ladies who don't act like ladies.

All men are equal, they say. Their dignity is natural, they say.

Women have to earn dignity, they say. Women have to earn human status.

They brand us with all their weakness. They are gossipy, and they back-bite -- so we talk too

much. They cringe away from taking a moral stand -- so we are cowardly. They turn white, or

grey, and even faint, at the sight of blood -- so we, who calmly see more human blood in a month

than most of them will see in a lifetime, are afraid of blood.

It doesn't matter that we throw them down wet and bleeding and screaming, an expelled and

chopped-off product of our flesh, in the flood of blood we live with all our lives. We aren't

human, we have no souls.

We let them breathe. We let them walk. We let them be everything, boy and man and old man.

 We let them have existence on this planet as something more than a little slimey

drop

of testicle-snot.

Without us, the only thing they'd be able to do is ooze.

That may be why they say they get to say who we are.

They all do it.

Even black men do this to women. You'd think they'd know better.

When it comes to treating women like shit, all men are equal.