The margin attacking the mainstream

There's only one thing that I want from this world. I do have personal dreams, and I do breathe for them, but there's one dream that outweighs everything else: I want to live to see the day when in vitro meat has become the norm. When animal rights have become mainstream. When nobody admits to having supported the meat industry when they were young. I want to see the death of the modern animal industry, and the victory of the good guys. I want to be there to see it. Maybe I'm going to have to be 95 years old, but I want to be there. I'm gonna stick around to see it. I want to die with a smile on my ugly weary face.

This is the main reason why I'm not gonna die in a car accident at the age of 24.

Tyler Oakley and the issue of gays who 'hate' vegetarians

I'm... just... really... sad and tired at the moment.

Tyler Oakley (b. 1989) is a very prominent Internet personality in the young lgbt community. (Not that I know much about the community. But I guess the fact that I know of his existence proves how prominent he is.)

I assume that a lot of kids look up to Tyler Oakley. Good. Being young and different is probably one of the most difficult things there is, and if Tyler makes it easier for you, well, that's beautiful.

Now, I stumbled upon some unfortunate things. Over the years, Tyler's written stuff like this on the subject of vegetarianism and animal rights:

This is just hate. So much hate for... nothing.

I don't think that hate or aggression are solutions to anything. However, I do think that from a very human perspective it makes sense to hate a factory farmer who tortures animals. It can also make sense to hate somebody who's willing to let things like this happen (and make jokes about it). But to bully somebody for having enough backbone to boycott the industry? Really? Why? I don't understand. It simply. makes. no. sense.

The thing that I, as a passionate advocate for animal rights, find the hardest to deal with is the ignorance and indifference of people around me, everywhere, all the time. I know what goes on inside factory farms. Most people have no idea. I'm pretty sure that Tyler Oakley has never even heard the term 'factory farm'; in his mind, a ranch is the paradise-like place that you see in cartoons.

To me, the thought of the modern meat industry is so painful that I actually feel like my heart is broken. All the time. The thought has been killing me for several years now. 60 billion animals every year, tortured heartlessly for nothing. A decade: 600 billion. There are only a few billion of us westerners that these animals are produced for.

My heart is broken. I'm in pain. I would literally die to stop this. This is the most violent thing that we've ever done in the history of our species.

It's a fact that many people get bullied and harassed for boycotting the meat industry. I don't know why. For some people who do support the industry, the mere existence of those who don't seems to be a threat.

To these people, the worst thinkable crime seems to be somebody who boycotts the industry and tells others why it should be boycotted. Okay. We mustn't offend people's right to be as ignorant as they want to be. Let's stop all activism. Let's just let the animals suffer. Being passionate and annoying certainly is a greater crime than factory farming. Let's stop campaigning for gay rights. The kids killing themselves don't need our support, since the bullies have the right to be bullies.

It's somewhat understandable when a white, straight, wealthy, privileged person makes cruel jokes about animal rights. But it's always very difficult to deal with it when the person speaking is somebody who knows how ignorance and indifference can hurt. I hate when black people are against gay rights. I hate when gay people are against animal rights. They should know better. They should know what suffering means. We should unite. We should be a revolution. We should be love.

At the moment, the animal rights movement is at the stage where the gay rights movement was several decades ago.

How long will it take before the situtation really changes? How long will it take before the concept of animal rights becomes mainstream (the way the concept of gay rights has)? I don't know. Things are already changing. I only wish the change wouldn't be so slow and tiring. I have a feeling that the turning point will be when lab-grown meat becomes mainstream. In vitro meat is like the light at the end of the tunnel. We don't need a vegan planet; we need a planet without the animal industry.

It would be beautiful to have the lgbt community supporting the rise of animal rights. Not just Ellen and the occasional rebel. Everybody.

It's interesting that in Finland, I've noticed that the lgtb people are visibly linked to the animal rights people. They work together. If you're gay, bi, or trans, it's relatively likely that you're a vegetarian too.

For some reason, this doesn't seem to be how it is in the US. There is a link, but it's not very strong at all. (Yet.) Gay kids like Tyler Oakley bully vegetarian kids like other kids bullied them, because, well, it's so easy. It's sad and frustrating. It should change. Maybe the difference between Finland and the US is that in the US, people haven't really heard of factory farming yet, whereas in Finland, it is rapidly becoming a mainstream word. And the ones who know what suffering means are always the first ones to react.

Oh well.

I don't know.

If one day my dreams come true and my books make me as famous as I'd like them to, Tyler Oakley will hear about me.

He will read this post. And I hope that it will make him look at things differently. And join the revolution. We need him.

We need love. As corny as it sounds... We need it.

"I've sort of... I've sort of forgotten who I am."


"Really? ............... How do you do that?"

I'm here for my foot

I had a disturbing dream where I was a patient at the Embarrassing Bodies clinic. There was something wrong with my foot. It was ridiculous, since the Embarrassing Bodies clinic is probably one of the last places on Earth I'd ever go.

So I walk into the studio and see 'dr Christian' waiting for me:

Christian Jessen

At this point I start to wonder what the hell I'm doing there, as there is something deeply and inherently obnoxious about the man.

We sit down and shake hands and Christian Jessen opens the conversation with: "So! Let's take a good look at your testicles."
"I'm here for my foot," I respond.
"How often do you check your testicles?" dr Christian asks.
"I'm here for my foot."
"How often do you check your testicles?"
"You're mistaking me for somebody else."
Dr Christian doesn't seem to hear me at all:
"Hey! There's no shame, we're all the same."
"You're not listening to me. I am here for my foot."
Dr Christian starts to reach for my crotch. At this point I storm out of the studio, feeling odd and slightly raped and depressed.

I really wouldn't want to see that sugary face ever again.

What keeps you from pulling the trigger?

One word: hope.

I guess I should start worshipping the vegan James Dean: River Phoenix. I guess I will do that. It would make sense. Since I'm going to be the next vegan James Dean.

I'd like to fall in love. When I'm in love, even sadness and unhappiness feel sort of good. Meaningful. Luckily I'm pretty good at falling in love.

The world's gone crazy. 25-year-olds thinking that they're old because they're not 15-year-olds anymore. Shut up, silly kids. We're all nothing but kids. Soon all of us will be long gone.

I looked at pictures of myself from 3 years ago. I was an ugly kid. I was completely unaware of the fact that I could have been beautiful.

What is this blogging thing about? It's about too much information. I'm answering questions you never asked. Forgive me. Love me. I need you.

I'm the margin attacking the mainstream. Expect me.

No, I'm the Sherlock Holmes

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I look like a dirty little criminal, but you can trust me. My soul is as good as it could ever be, and I'd die before I'd intentionally let you down.

I'm just writing, writing, writing, working, working, working. I may be a genius and I haven't slept for a while... and... I may be having some sort of panic attack. Or I don't know what this is. Quite fascinating after all.

I'd also like to take a break from my sexuality. It's very confusing and humiliating and crazy. I have absolutely no rational reason to be so interested in other humans' genitalia --- rationally thinking, they are very odd-looking shapes and organs. But it's genetically programmed in me to be interested in those shapes. My hormones keep telling me that I'm a young animal who should be creating children at the moment, but that is not going to happen and I have better things to do, so I'd like to tell my hormones to leave me alone for a moment. But it doesn't work like that. The hormones wont listen; I won't listen.

90 years from now, and I'll be dead, and you'll be dead, and everybody we love will be dead, and every single one of our enemies.

Why Lisa Simpson matters

There's an episode of The Simpsons where Homer finds out that the reason for his unintelligence is a crayon that was lodged in his brain when he was six years old. He has the crayon removed and turns out to be more intelligent than the average person. He soon learns that being more intelligent than the people around you can actually be very painful and difficult. He's finally able to form a bond with Lisa, but otherwise his sudden intelligence turns out to be a disaster.

The second best moment of the episode is when Homer goes to the movies and realizes that he has no idea why everybody around him is laughing at incredibly stupid jokes. (That's actually what my life is like almost every second of every day.) He's eventually thrown out of the cinema, and he decides to have the crayon put back into his brain in order to become a moron again.

What follows is the best moment of the episode: Lisa is initially saddened that she and her father have lost the new connection they shared, but cheers up when she finds a note written by Homer before the operation, explaining that while he is taking the "coward's way out," he has greater appreciation for Lisa after realizing what it is like to be smart like she is.

It's stuff like this that makes me love The Simpsons.

...do I love The Simpsons? I guess so. I mean, for a couple of years now I haven't really had a life so I've watched the show almost daily.

This is something that a lot of people don't understand: Lisa Simpson is the most important character in the whole series. She's the dramatic centre that makes things happen. Lisa Simpson is the deeper, more complex, politically and psychologically aware level that makes The Simpsons interesting. She's also the stirring element of the series, a surprisingly tragic character that creates most of the moments that actually move you. Sometimes she breaks my heart. Her life is not easy, and I know how it feels.

Bart Simpson is a very conventional character. There's nothing revolutionary about him. He's not the rebel in the family. Lisa is.

(Unfortunately, something has changed. I'm not sure why, but the latest seasons of the Simpsons are fucking awful. All the characters are dead. They've become soulless zombies. Including Lisa - she's become unrecogizable. Nowadays the only sign of Lisa's political side is that when she sees meat, she faints. What?

Another great loss: they've ruined Marge. Marge used to be this strangely amusing, almost surreal character, The Naivest Woman on Earth, and now her only role is to be the Nagging Wife. Probably 80 % of the humour in the newer episodes is about 'THE BATTLE OF THE SEXES' - what? Where did this come from? It's painfully unfunny, old-fashioned and boring. This is not The Simpsons. I guess 'the battle of the sexes' thing is a sign that the series has been running for too long. Maybe it's time to go.)



Anyway. I've noticed that there are many people who hate Lisa Simpson. That's understandable, in a way. She's the smart kid, and people who are not smart rarely like those who are. She has something to say, and those who don't have anything to say usually hate those who do.

If you hate Lisa Simpson, you'll probably hate me. I virtually am Lisa Simpson. But I'm asking you to give me a chance. If we met in the street, you might like me. I have kind eyes.

I was of course very happy

I turned on the TV and there was a person named Valter D. Longo staring empty-eyed at the camera and explaining his heroic actions; he'd put mice in small boxes, injected them with brain cancer cells and then tortured them with lethally heavy cytostatic treatments, starving half of the mice at the same time. "So then I get a phone call from my friend and he says that many of the starved mice were still alive, but almost all of the other mice had died of heart failure and brain cancer! I was of course very happy and I immediately told all my colleagues to repeat the experiment!"

For somebody who hasn't had to become a sosiopath to work in these industries, listening to people like this is a bleak experience.

Is it okay to torture millions of sentient individuals to save other equally sentient individuals from suffering? is a complex moral question. It's a lot more complex than Is it okay to factory farm animals to make burgers? (The answer: no.) But I'm afraid these people don't really spend much time asking themselves any complex moral questions at all. Correct me if I'm wrong.

They've had to suppress an important part of humanity in themselves... And they're actually enjoying what they do.

Leonardo, my radical friend

“The time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look on the murder of men.”

 

― Leonardo da Vinci

Lady Gaga is an airhead.

And unfortunately Miley Curys has nothing to say. I like her rebellion, but it's disappointing to realize that there is absolutely nothing behind it. She isn't trying to say anything. She's simply been trained to talk for the sake of it.

 

However, after all I guess it's better to be a rebel without a cause than not a rebel at all.

The accomplice

I want my books to be like hit singles. Like those hit singles that have beauty and meaning and soul.

I want to touch the primitive corner of your soul that reacts to breathtaking lyrics and beautiful melodies.

I'd also like to form a band. A band of burning minds who want to tell a story. It would be wonderful. Several passionate souls creating something so burning and passionate that one individual could never do it alone. If this works for music, there's no reason why it wouldn't work for literature.

If you feel that you've got the guts to become my accomplice, please do. I'm waiting, baby.

I need your help, THE WORLD needs your help.

I have so many hugely important things to say. Why? Because nobody else has important things to say. Most people lack the brain to see the fucked up mechanisms in the human psyche that let all the fucked up things in this world happen. Even if they've got the brain, they lack the heart to care.

Why do you let all the evil stuff happen? Most people in my generation reluctantly look up from their iPhones and then come up with excuses like "Well, I'm too young to care and understand..." No you're not. I wrote books about the most urgent global problems when I was 16. Surely you can come up with some level of mental activity. The thing is: if you're too young now, you'll always be too young. You'll always have your excuses. Let them go.

I feel like I'm carrying all the fucked up shit of this world on my shoulders, mostly alone. I'm the loneliest person on Earth and I don't know how much longer I can take this.

Spraypaintedgold and the humane treatment of plants

In the category of "Jesus fucking Christ, Adults Are So Childish":

This is how some people react when they find out about things like factory farming. Instead of admitting their moral responsibility, they suddenly start to believe religiously and passionately in the 'spirits' of plants.

It makes as much sense as hearing that your friend's mother has died violently, and responding with, "Shut up, I don't care about your stupid mother! There are flowers suffering out there!"

From a biological perspective, plants don't have any anatomical systems that would give them 'spirits'. They're not biologically capable of suffering -> therefore, they don't have moral value the way we animals do. Plants can react to things like light and temperature, but that's really it. Their ability to react to chemical changes doesn't mean that they have minds any more than computers do. If they did in fact experience suffering, or if they did have minds, there'd be absolutely nothing that they could do with those gifts. Animals need suffering and minds; plants don't.

My worldview is scientific. I don't see any reason to 'advocate' for the humane treatment of non-sentient life forms.

Not all people have scientific worldviews, though. So, dear Spraypaintedgold, if you care about plants for spiritual reasons, don't eat factory farmed animals. Most plants in this world are fed to them, not vegetarian humans.

The Sundays interview 1992

Hi, I am the James Dean of Youtube. Apparently I don't like it when internet creeps reveal that they'd love to fuck Harriet Wheeler. I mean, this is holy area.

Everything is so strange.

And oh my god, oh my fucking god, the book I wrote when I was 16 is the best book I've ever read. I looked at it after an eternity and my heart fucking explodes. Would somebody else love it as deeply as I do? Possibly.

Moments with realitybites

It's strange to have debates with people who know a lot about the history of philosophy. Their arguments are usually less rational than mine. I often make more sense. It's tiring to have conversations with people when you're better at thinking than they are.

I've never really studied philosophy, but every time I do, I end up thinking: Yes, I already came to this conclusion when I was 16. This and that philosopher in the 19th century came up with this and that revolutionary idea, and I already thought of it when I was 16 and sitting on the bus.

I don't know what my IQ is. However, a few months ago psychologists did some tests on me and found out that I scored high in every cognitive category. (It wasn't a proper IQ test, but) I am very intelligent. It's mainly horrible.

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I sometimes discuss animal rights on MorrisseySolo. Usually with a person named realitybites.

For some reason I like her a lot. (Probably because she's intelligent and I don't have to dumb down when I talk to her.) But I also find her slightly infuriating. Sometimes she's clever and rational, then suddenly she's justifying the foie gras industry with "but wolves eat meat too." Come on.

Recently, I wrote this:

The thing is: we’ve decided that it’s okay to treat certain animals (or most animals) like crap. It’s okay to produce pigs and chickens on factory farms, it’s okay to keep them in little shitty crates and dismember them in slaughterhouses. At the same time, we’ve come up with this very cool and ‘unnatural’ concept of ‘human rights’. All of this is vague as Satan. I could get hit by a car tomorrow and become less than an average pig in terms of mental abilities. And my moral value wouldn’t decrease at all. Why? Because my ability to suffer remains. It’s not okay to hurt me, because if you hurt me, I suffer. And this applies to other vertebrates just as well, so isn’t it true that we have some stuff to re-evaluate?

After all, scenarios like “Which individual would you save from a burning building…” are irrelevant, because in real life situations we very rarely need to make decisions like that. If we choose to start believing in animal rights, we won’t stop believing in human rights. We’ll simply believe that everybody matters. I think that would be nice.

According to realitybites, I'm 'parroting' the animal rights ideology, 'almost verbatim'. No I'm not. I'm just being logical. I'm trying to make sense. This is stuff I think about. Here's a shocker: I haven't read a single book on the animal rights ideology. Maybe I should. Maybe Peter Singer would impress me. But really, I don't want to adopt difficult words. I want to continue making sense so that even my 12-year-old cousin would understand.

But why do I even bother? Why does realitybites bother?

Maybe it's because I have a need to feel that I'm making a difference, at least somewhere, at least on MorrisseySolo, and she enjoys intellectual stimulation. Or maybe it's because we just need somebody to talk to.

There are many people who are able to be aware of all the darkness and injustice of the world, and have fun and remain happy at the same time. I find these people very interesting. They are able to look at the rotten sides of things, care about them, and keep fighting with a genuine smile on their face. They stare armies of idiots in the eyes and laugh.

How do they do that?

I want to be one of them.

Woah! Apparently this blog has been very political lately. I'm sorry, I'm not this depressing for real.

I

I am haunted.

I am haunted I am haunted I am haunted.

I find it strange when people see James Dean as this all American, yeehaa rock'n'roll kind of cowboy character. He was 5'6", queer and a bit of a cuckoo. To me, that's the point. People always miss the oh-so-enjoyable points.

Finland my country the home of the free, such miserable weather.

Sometimes it's very difficult to stand this world. There's people everywhere, and everybody's less intelligent than me. There's no reason to be proud of this, because it's not my fault. It doesn't make me happy, it makes me distressed and crazy.

Being unintelligent and proud of it is a great way to social success. The people who don't really spend much time thinking of anything or reading anything often rule the social circles of schools. They are the kings and queens.

The blessing of our times is that if you just want to, you can go through life without ever thinking one single independent thought. The curse of our times is that because of this, people go through life without ever thinking one single independent thought.

Oh crap, I'm starting to sound like Oscar Wilde.

Woskar Ilde

I don't respect people (only) for their intelligence, more than anything I respect them for their goodness and bravery. Stupid people can be deeply good and wonderful. But this occurs too rarely. This applies to intelligent people just as well.

I love the people that I've created. They are great. So far the person I enjoy the most is Jeremy Witt. I haven't written anything about him for months, but I'd like to. I guess he's a bit like a dildo: always entertaining. (I don't have a dildo, though. If I did, I wouldn't know what to do with it. But I guess I know what to do with Jeremy Witt. That's a stupid name. I have to change it.)

If I got to go anywhere on holiday, I'd go to North Korea. I'd like to experience that kind of dystopia; I'm fed up with the dystopia I already live in. I can't believe that the place actually exists.

Dogs are like people but without all the ugly stuff.

Our dog has some sort of ulcer on her back. My dad has been treating her with some sort of lotion. Now she's constantly watching her step so that Dad wouldn't catch her and put lotion on her back. She's irrationally scared. She looks for safety and hides under my arm when I sit on the couch. The lotion itself clearly doesn't hurt her at all. She just doesn't like being touched in that way.

It is heartbreaking in a way. It makes me think how she would cope if she was a pig on a factory farm. Pigs on factory farms must be just as silly and sensitive as she is. I can't stand the idea of pigs on factory farms. I can't stand it. The image is stuck in my head, as you can see, as this blog is the inside of my head.

The inability to reason does not reduce suffering at all. If anything, it makes it worse: you can't rationalize the fear away.

I believe that intelligence increases suffering only if you cross the line that I've crossed. If you're somewhere in between, smarter than a pig but not as smart as me, you'll probably be fine.

I wanna be cool, I wanna

Jonathan Safran Foer on Anthony Bourdain:

“We were backstage in the green room and he was saying factory farming is the worst blight in America right now.

In fact, I'd say he agreed with everything in my book.

Then we get on the show and he says he thinks humans are designed to eat stupid little animals. Now, that annoys me. I find that disappointing — that his shtick is much more important to him than what he knows to be right.”

Wow! What an insecure brat. I'm an insecure brat too, but at least I'm doing my best to help the ones that get stomped on.

The man's nearly 60 years old, and he's still pretending. If you have goodness in your soul, don't hide it just because you're afraid you will look less cool in the eyes of morons. Those eyes don't matter.

Politically correct.

Morrissey has compared meat-eating to pedophilia.

Jesus Christ, sometimes I wonder what's going through his head when he makes these statements. He's like PETA: often immensely harmful to the cause.

Factually it may make sense to compare the meat industry to the Holocaust, but this does not matter. If you want to actually help the animals, you have to think before you speak. People are not rational beings, they are emotional beings. They don't necessarily care about the facts. They get offended very easily, and even more than that, they love to pretend to get offended. Be wise.

I personally enjoy Morrissey's radical statements on whatever subject. I think that his opinions and especially his arguments are often quite adolescent and more than slightly crazy, but to me that's just part of the fun. People who get Morrissey usually get that he's a joke to be taken seriously, but still essentially a very good joke.

But I realize that other people are not like me.

Morrissey, I love you, but please, if you want to do all you can to help the animals, you have to slow down and stop spitting everybody in the face. You'll receive this message when I'm famous.

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Btw: Isn't it true that when somebody says that they don't want to please 'politically correct' people, it simply means that they are about to say something that they know is unnecessarily hateful and cruel? And isn't it true that these same people become politically correct THE MOMENT somebody says something that offends THEM?

Jesus fucking Christ, adults are so childish! That realization is probably one of the main reasons why I'm such a depressed wreck.

I should take new pictures of myself. The most recent pictures of me were taken a small eternity ago. I still look heartbreakingly cute, but not as cute as I used to.

So much to do...

So much to do.

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Then, an important, yellow message:

In vitro meat is the only thing that can save the animals, our species and the world. It is the only way out of this. Everybody is never going to go vegan; even if that happened, it would take centuries, and we don't have that much time. If we seize this opportunity, in vitro meat will practically be the biggest moral revolution in the history of mankind. It has the potential to change everything. Let's seize it.

Random thoughts, random thoughts, random thoughts

If there's a group of people that really annoys me, it's this: people who have an identity of a smart, funny person but aren't smart or funny. People who are constantly making jokes and expressing their ideas in a loud voice, but don't really show any significant intelligence or make anybody laugh. Unfortunately, the Internet gives a platform to these people. YouTube is full of AmazingAtheist type of simpletons. I mean argh, would somebody just tell them to shut up.

The morons should learn to shut up and listen, and the intelligent people should learn to believe in themselves and speak up. Wisdom is a dangerous thing, because it fills you with doubts.



By the way: I'd forgotten that Spirited Away is my favourite movie. And now I saw it again after... I don't know, 9 years? ...and yes, it is one of my favourite movies. Spirited Away has a soul, and that soul is deeply beautiful, wise, kind, holy.

Also: I think that what makes Little Britain funny is that Matt Lucas and David Walliams actually have rather beautiful souls. People with ugly souls are usually not good at being funny.

(These are all just thoughts that my brain has come up with during my non-blogging days. Now I'm vomiting them out. I'm sorry.)

Also: finally I've found a young writer who's actually got something to say.

Poet Yahya Hassan, Denmark, b. 1995.

 

He's saying what he thinks. Yay!

And people are listening to him. Yay!

I am a proud faggot

I'm busy writing about certain topics.

Then there are topics that I should write about, but haven't.

One of those topics is sexism. Now I say something about it, so that from now on, all my 10 million invisible readers will know where I stand.

So. Let's get this out of the way.

Okay. It seems to me that the idea of what it means to be a proper man / a proper woman is one of the main problems in the world at the moment. In many cases, it's the underlying problem that's generating the other problems.

It is a well proven fact that most kids that get bullied are bullied because they don't fit the traditional gender roles in one way or another. Kids in our society react violently when they see somebody that doesn't reflect their idea of the Right Kind of Boy or the Right Kind of Girl. And when these kids grow up, they remain the same way: bullies and fearful morons.

So does the world need feminism?

Yes. Knowing what I know, it would be intellectually dishonest to say no.

I'm not sure if I'd call myself a feminist, though. Not because there's something wrong with being a feminist, but because when people hear the word, they start acting irrationally. (Perhaps we need a new word?)

Feminism is not fashionable. Actually most people, including girls, seem to compete in who can shout I'M NOT A FEMINIST the loudest. I don't know why, but the actual meaning of feminism has blurred somewhere along the line. People's reaction to the mere word is hysteria; a lot of people seem to see feminism as some sort of conspiracy that's trying to destroy everything that they grew up with.

Because everybody knows that


Where does all this fear come from? Feminism, the way I see it, is just common sense. It's about seeing social injustice, and trying to fix it. Of course that's a good thing.

To me, feminism is something that sees the underlying mechanisms of society. Without somebody trying to find out how these things work and show the findings to the rest of us, I would be blind to how differently people are treated solely because of their physical sex. Even the treatment of little babies is usually based on their assumed sex, which is ridiculous; from day one, people are looked at as genders instead of individuals.

The way girls and boys are raised is pretty violent. Girls are still taught to stay quiet and look pretty; even if there's nobody saying it out loud, this is the general culture. Girls believe that their value depends on the way they look. They tend to believe that boys know better than them. They tend to think that their opinions are less important than those of boys.

 

What's even more destructive is the way boys are raised. There is a reason why so many young men think that the only way to be respected is to be an asshole. (I mean... look at the Internet.) Compassion and humanity are bad things. Idiocy is cool. Boys are told to be Men instead of full human beings; things like kindness or any form of deeper intelligence are often seen as 'feminine'. (Actually, pretty much anything can suddenly be seen as 'too feminine'.) And because, for some inexplicable reason, 'feminine' is a bad, bad thing, many young men are constantly and hysterically controlling everything that they do. Can I say this? Can I sit like this? Can I like what I like?

Because there's always the danger that you make a mistake, and when you make a mistake, your equally hysterical bros come and let you know that you're a 'faggot'.

A faggot means a male person who has expressed human emotion, intellect, kindness, passion or artistic talent. Of course, these are all bad things.

I believe that most problems in the world have something to do with this: that males think that being a violent dick is a part of what it is to be a True Man, and females think that what they have to say doesn't matter. To become successful, women often try to become more like men, when in fact, what the world needs more than anything right now are values that are now considered 'feminine'. In order to progress into something better and less destructive, our societies have to start appreciating things like empathy, patience, kindness and collaboration.

The true revolution is probably when boys stop being so afraid of being labeled faggots, and find courage to be themselves instead. And that won't happen until society stops seeing 'feminine' as a negative.




All in all, things like masculinity, femininity and sports are good jokes that stop being funny the moment people start taking them seriously. These are jokes, people, they are nothing real, stop treating them as matters of life and death.

Besides, traditional masculinity is boring.

Traditional femininity is boring.

Boring sucks. Don't you think?