Pigs and Pussies (Bang Bang, Part 3)

Shot down again.

My post Tuesday in which I imagined myself a misunderstood inner city almost-dropout stud muffin and Michelle Pfeiffer my earnest, misguided but highly desirable schoolmistress (yes, Mistress!) received some unexpected comments.

In the totally imaginary persona that I assumed, I may have said some things that I myself in real life don’t actually believe. The short version would be along the lines of Oh, my God, Miss Pfeiffer, please don’t quit teaching and if you wear that little red dress you wore in The Fabulous Baker Boys I’ll do anything you ask, even memorize poetry that may or may not have been written by homosexuals. Or in other words, as far-fetched as it is, as remote the possibility, what I think when I look at Miss Pfeiffer is Hooeey, I want to roll around and get dirty with that!! Something like that. Doesn’t matter who she is, or that I have like, zero chance of even touching the hem of her granny gown, let alone unzipping her little red party dress.

The comments were split between…

  • Yowzah! This is a prime cut, wink wink, and
  • Memorizing poetry won’t work, you ignorant schlump.

The guys generally saw where I was going (or where I was coming from – I really cannot talk Street), and wanted to go there with me, damn the torpedoes. The women (I will never call you girls, because I respect you too much) said, with one exception* that my shallow approach would not work. I’m not sure if they meant it wouldn’t work on them, or it wouldn’t work with Miss Pfeiffer, or it just plain wouldn’t work with any woman, period. But the suggestion arose more than once that I knew it wouldn’t work, or at least I should have known.

So there it is again: All men are pigs, we only want one thing, we completely fail to understand women, and the one thing we want will be withheld from us because of our lack of understanding.

Are there exceptions? Sure, the ethereal Shelley’s and Byron’s who write the damned sensitive poems in the first place, and their spiritual descendants, the fevered fellows in the frayed turtlenecks who drink coffee in the Student Union (they smoked in my day, but I’m guessing that’s over now) and seem to dwell in that angst-ridden fantasy land where the higher sensibilities rule and Big Drama is the order of the day.

And I’m not even sure about those guys. They might be pigs, too. I know they have at least some of the qualifications.

So what is the answer to this Big Question? We have to get together, boys and girls. We have a programmed need for each other. We actually want to be in love with each other, I think. But, perhaps due to God’s grand sense of humor, the boys must forever keep guessing at the secret password, and the girls keep changing it (I can say girls here because I said boys, OK?) while wistfully seeking a man who understands, who is sensitive but still very strong, rich but not obsessed, sexual but only with them, rugged but soft… well, I’m not making a Great Expectations video here, but you know what I mean.

As always, my heart overflows with confusion and love.

* But Steph has made sort of a career of charmingly missing the point. She does it so well that she makes me think I’ve missed the point. Wait a minute. I have missed it, haven’t I?

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27 Replies to “Pigs and Pussies (Bang Bang, Part 3)”

  1. Goldie – Here are the first three answers I thought of:

    1. So I guess a blowjob is out of the question?

    2. This is exactly the kind of thing that got you deported the first time.

    3. Are we still talking about sex?

    However I am not saying any of those things, because I respect you too much.
    I am down with your notion of equality. It’s flexible enough for me, and probably for most men, if they could listen. Most of the ones that I know are too busy trying to dominate and seduce.
    Of course, I always assume that the woman is more equal than I am.

  2. Goldie (again) – What I think I meant by my “low opinion” remark is that men who go for the high-maintenance, difficult babes may imagine themselves to be unable to attract a mate by charm and earnestness. They might think they have to purchase affection with their wealth or power.

  3. 1. why? I like them.
    2. yeah, i know. it’s a little-known aspect of her, at this point, but it’s always been one of the most interesting things about her.
    3. ummm, yes. or, at least, i was.
    I’m sorry that the men you know are so focused on that. I find it tiresome, really, especially when there are so many more interesting things about which we can concern ourselves (see 3). As for the “more equal” thing, well, I really don’t understand ranking people by virtue of the genitalia they happen to have; it’s what made me a feminist to begin with. (that’s true for the men I know, too.)

    I think the men who go for the high-maintenance babes also think they’re purchasing a product, which means they do not have to treat the product as a person, per se. It also means they don’t have to put their own personhood out there, if you ask me, but I suspect they’d deny that. We’re not the things we buy, IMHO, but I know that many people see themselves that way.

  4. Goldie – The bad news is we seem to agree on these points, so where’s the fun in that? The good news (for me) is I can steal your ideas and use them in future posts. I am expected periodically to write about the ongoing Battle of the Sexes, and whenever I do I receive much useful advice from my bloggin’ buddies. I am, after all, The Oldest Blogger. I fought in the Sexual Revolution and I remember garter belts (although I rarely wear them anymore), so the kids must turn to me for the truly dirty thoughts.
    I would be honored to call you a bloggin’ buddy.

  5. I hate battles of the sexes; they’re really a pet peeve of mine. they often turn into an excuse for bashing or lionizing (lionessizing?) one sex or the other. At worst, they have a “neener, neener” tone when the author thinks s/he has proved some amazing fact about all members of one sex or the other. They’re depressing. And, really, we all have the same tasks as human beings, and those take up huge amounts of our day. So anytime anyone wants advice on that shit? Refer him/her to me. Let them hate me instead of you for awhile. You’re not THAT much older than I am, btw.

    And, hey, no such thing as too many buddies!

  6. Goldie – There’s only one Battle of the Sexes, and we’re not really fighting. I think we’re circling warily, looking for a way to make contact, keeping our guards up, but willing to take a hit if it becomes necessary.

    I am, anyway.

  7. Heh I had a similar situation going on in my blog a few weeks back. Truly I think both women and men are fairly easy to figure out in general and we just make it harder than it truly is.
    And Digi is right to some degree except in my case replace Johnny with Leo. 😉

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