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Misogyny

Misogyny: The hatred or dislike of females. The behavior manifests in a multitude of ways including sexual objectification, sexual discrimination, violence against females and denigration. A theory on misogyny is that if a male child has a poor relationship with his mother in an already dysfunctional family then it influence the male to treat females poorly as revenge or perhaps out of fear.

"Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal." Gustave Flaubert.

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Sometimes perfectly nice people suffer from something horrible. Perhaps it's a contagious disease, perhaps something deeper. No matter what they can't be around people. And if you were to have an anonymous talk with those with things deeply wrong with them you can see brightly the niceties that are hidden in the illness of mind and soul. They have it, it seems. The fragile beating heart lodged in a chest too ill to be sweet anymore. I want to rip open that sick chest and release all the clustered and flustered emotions in the ill mind. Breo asks how could I feel sympathy for this kind of thing. He seems to think that he's only this way because he's a jackass. If only Breo would tilt his head to the right and look directly at the offenses and see through. There is a deeper offense lingering in the words of the man. If Breo would smell the scent of fear deep inside the chest cavities of the man then he would know as I know that the root of this hate is fear. You may think me dumb, they all do but there are some things that even The Pretending Fool can see.

I think I'm falling in love with analysis. I don't do it as often as the other two but when I do it's what counts. Thoughts, feelings, emotions, mixed together with a sprinkle of body and a dash of soul. I analyzed that man today. He noticed and our discussion was vague and filled with games. He analyzed me back. I think I'm in love with analysis.

Jean's a misogynist. He can't stand women at all. The reason why is unknown to me, perhaps I'll analyze that as well for the sake of it. He isn't too overt about it but he can't hide anything in that face of his. He lays every thought, every emotion bare and stretched across his skin. I look at him and smile.

"Why do you hate?" I ask boldly.

He frowns and looks back at me. Closing his eyes the man breathes deeply so he doesn't say anything incriminating.

"Hate?" He asks, like I don't know when he tries to hide.

"The innocent act doesn't work on me my dear. Tell me, is there a reason?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

I walk over to him and get as close as possible. I see fear in his eyes. I'm rather broad and fairly tall so I can see why he'd be intimidated.

"Tell me."

"I just don't like women. Nothing wrong with that is there?"

"Yes there is. No matter who they are you hate them. Being female doesn't mean you're evil Jean."

"I don't want to talk about this with you."

"You have to. Tell me the reason why or I'll figure it out,"

"They are snakes just waiting to bite into you and rip you to shreds. They demand to be worshiped. When were such cruel vessels respected as Goddesses?"

"When did you learn that?"

"When my mother left me in the streets so she could get high with some crack addict."

"Ah."

I wrap my arms around the hateful and petrified man. Quite sad when a parent inflicts illness upon a child. Quite sad that roaming the streets years ago, tormented, terrified, was the only person I dare hold dear. I think I'm falling in love.

Breo made a mistake. He brought a girlfriend here. He doesn't seem to get it, not for want of trying; he thinks Jean just hasn't met any woman he likes. The confused man brings in his girlfriend and I stare at the train wreck in process. Holding fast to his emotions Jean shakes the girl's hand. Breo smiles, obviously please at the thought of Jean being nice to his girlfriend. I shake my head and prepare to pick up the pieces of the fractured bond that will soon be thrown to the ground. The girl hugs Jean and he shows utter terror in his face. Breo's face falls. I walk slowly and wait for the crack. The crack comes in the form of him slapping the girl away. Anger is etched across Jean's face in lines and I put a hand on his shoulder and he slaps me off as well. Breo being a tad violent punches Jean in the face. He stares numbly at the blonde man.

"I don't like it when you bring frivolous women here." Our leader says.

"I don't like you." Breo snaps.

"Okay."

He walks away and the girl rubs her face. I sigh and stand back. Watching every thing fall apart has never been so dull. I think I may be too philosophical, too analyzing. I think I'm in love.

I leave the room as well and go to see Jean. The dark man is sitting on his bed with a laptop open and is reading something in English. He looks up from the bright screen and looks into my eyes.

"You are flawed deep within your heart. Deep inside you have problems that you'll spend working out. Let me help you with that." I say.

He opens his mouth and I press my lips against his. The laptop falls to the ground and I climb onto him.

"Jean, don't say a word." I smile.

Even all these flaws in his ideals, heart, feel nice. I'd like him to be completely entangled in me. Unable to escape or fluctuate. He's probably the only person on this earth I care for. I adore him and abhor everyone else. He's so sweet, so insecure inside, so very terrified. I don't want to hear him speak for fear that this moment will be snatched up.

The misogynist man looks at me with pleading eyes and I smile.

"Don't worry, I'm not secretly a nasty lady." I kid.

He opens his mouth and I kiss him again. It's so sexist hating women. Why not hate everyone? Hate is such a strong thing. I wonder if I grow strong by hating. I wonder if he and Breo grow strong. Perhaps hate is what binds us truly.

"Andore." He breathes.

I smile at that and kiss him again.

"Jean" I breathe back.

Then Breo opens the door to yell at him and ruins everything. I dislike Breo.