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Sam Aurelius Milam III
In
August and September of 2008, I did some research for a new index on The
Frontiersman Website. The index was to be a list of all of the
articles and other things (Buck Hunter, A White Man's Notes, and
so forth), that I've printed in the Frontiersman, about women and
feminism. There turned out to be a lot more material than I'd expected.
However, that's beside the point. You can find the index on The
Frontiersman Website.
While
I was working on the index, I came across my old article The
War on Muffshots, in the December 1999 issue. In that article,
I criticized some women who were complaining about men finding covert ways
to sneak a peek up a woman's dress or down a woman's blouse. Such
behavior among men dates from the mists of antiquity and, short of genetic
engineering in the hands of the feminists, it isn't going to change.
If women don't want men to peek, then they'll have to button their top
buttons and wear longer dresses. Failing that, they should move into
Convents. In either case, they should stop whining. Anyway,
it's a good article. I suggest that you find your December 1999 issue
and read it again.
Here's
the thing. Many women will eagerly flaunt their sexuality at every
possible opportunity. They'll do it at the beach, in front of complete
strangers, in outfits that end a scant half inch from Home Base.
They'll do it at a gym, in front of people that they see once a week, in
outfits that fit like coats of paint. They'll do it in a swimming
pool, at the mall, at work, or anyplace else where they can find the least
excuse to wear something that demands men's attention. Then, they'll
whine if a man sneaks a peek at what they've been flaunting, even though
he'll see much less than they eagerly show on their own, at the least excuse.
So, why are they complaining?
While
I was doing the research for the new index, I also came across a more recent
article, From
the Nesting Urge to the Wander Lust, in the July 2007 issue.
Again, I suggest that you find your copy of that issue and read the article.
It provides the answer to the question that I asked in the previous paragraph.
That is, why would women flaunt their sexuality in the most obvious and
provocative possible ways and then whine if a man sneaks a peek at a much
less alluring view, on his own? The answer is simple. The women
want to be in control of the show.
From
time immemorial, women have used their sexuality as a primary means to
control men. Flaunting it enables them to capture men's attention
and to manipulate men's behavior.1
However, if a man manages to sneak a look, even an inferior look, on his
own, then he failed to pay the entrance fee. He saw the show for
free. He didn't have to do the woman any favors in order to get a
look at her assets (nice pun).
That's
the entire deal. If a woman can use her sexuality as a technique
to demand men's attention and to manipulate their behavior, then she's
happy to unbutton those top buttons and have men ogle at her, so long as
they pretend not to and otherwise behave according to her wishes.
If a man sneaks a peek on his own, at exactly the same thing that she's
willing to flaunt, then she's a victim.
Dracula
Original Source Unknown. Forwarded by Don G.
One
day, Count Dracula was walking down the street when suddenly 10 tons of
smoked salmon sandwiches, sausage rolls, mashed potatoes, chicken wings,
croutons, chicken salad, pizza slices, pork chops, dinner rolls, and bacon
bits descended on him from a great height and knocked him to the ground.
"Oh
no!" he gasped with his dying breath, "It's Buffet the Vampire Slayer!"
Stray Thoughts
Sam Aurelius Milam III
Be
Careful — In this country today, the freedom of speech means the freedom
to make such statements as are not prohibited.
Government
Benefits — An elaborate lie is still a lie. A comfortable cage
is still a cage. A benevolent master is still a master.
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I noticed one day at work that
a woman whom I frequently encountered had neglected to button the top three
buttons of her blouse. I watched her all day but the blouse didn't
fall open. Near the end of the day, I mentioned it to her.
"Oh," she said, smiling coyly, "I have a safety pin on the inside, where
you can't see it!" |
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