Romance Genre vs Pornography

So I've had this topic brewing in my mind awhile, and now I think it's time to let it spew all over my blog...

As you may or may not know I am anti-feminist.. I think the whole thing is bullshit, and the majority of women are materialistic drama queens who thrive on double standards..

The latest double standard that has my dander in a dither is how women are constantly nay saying on pornography when they in turn indulge in a frequent mainstream manner with romance novels, movies, and holidays..I am not talking about sex here, I am talking about misguided reality..

A big problem a lot of women have with pornography is that they feel it objectifies women, and puts them in a negative light to remain "cheap" and "disposable"... And some men DO objectify women and put hard achieve expectations on women.. and due to this porn is definitely shunned to the top shelves of magazine racks and behind the paperlined windows of XXX movie stores.. Porn has made boys act like paranoid squirrels hiding their nuts away for winter in secret locations only they know about... And when they grow older they have to deal with women poopooing them about it and saying that they can't watch porn because it makes them feel bad about themselves..

HOWEVER, women throughout the years have been allowed to gorge on all things romance... Feasting on its visual delights and literary wonders... It's perfectly acceptable for women to spend a weepy evening in front of the tv fawning over Meg Ryans fantastic love life... Or to have their nose buried in a book with a big hunky Fabio on the cover and a character who waxes poetic about their lovely lady lips glistening with something resembling morning dew.. and their inner folds resembling that of a delicate flower with a tiny pearl bud and a heaving amble bosom.... These tales of heart heaving romance are proudly displayed mid shelf for all to see, and the novels are in grocery stores, pharmacies and walmart...

But the mass consumption of the romance genre has allowed women to objectify men and place the burden of unrealistic expectations on their lovely shoulders.. Men are expected to be romantic..and offer them flowery prose that makes their heart got pitter pat.. men are expected to step outside their natural instincts to preform like monkey's for their other half in hopes of not pissing her off and getting laid.. And the small gestures that should mean so much are brushed off in a demand for bigger and better..

Some women have come up with just as many unrealistic expectations with their consumption of romance as men have done with their consumption of porn..And yet you don't hear men complaining about their women watching the latest rom com and saying "dammit now I'm going to have to go out and buy flowers and beg for mercy" the way women complain that due to their porn watching their boyfriends a) don't love them enough b) are watching porn because they don't think they're pretty c) don't love them anymore "sniff"

So this is yet another huge double standard that men have to face; and yet another way women like to martyr themselves in the plight for equal rights.. Don't get me wrong, I know there are exceptions to every rule.. I love my other half very much and I love all things romantic too.. But I know the two don't go together.. My other half has his moments of brilliance and they're all the more special because they are all on his own doing.. Yes sometimes I do force unrealistic expectations on him but I realize this and generally apologize for it..

All I want is for women to stop thinking that the men are keeping them down; and realize that the only reason for their own unhappiness is their own life and their own choices.. Yes, shit happens but you have to deal with it, not blame other people for it..

Emptiness is filling me to the point of agony...

I have been so overwhelmingly sad lately and it fills my entire being until I ache with despair

It's been my birthday weekend, and I want to have fun and make sure everyone else has fun... But really all I wanted to do was curl up in the corner and sob..

I honestly don't know what it is about my birthday that makes me so freaking depressed... I don't care about getting older - I already feel like I'm 40 hah... Maybe it's another year of feeling like I've done nothing, I AM nothing...

I haven't done anything that I was supposed to do last year... I am still stuck in the same rut, doing the same thing and hating myself immensely..

Everyone keeps poking at me to remember the positives... Yes I have an amazing partner who loves me so very much, and I have really good friends that I haven't had in a very long time and it's awesome.... I have a good job (even tho I hate it) that allows me to do a lot of things.... But I don't have the personal fulfillment... I don't feel like I've done anything to be proud of...

I'm still the fat prudish loser with major control issues...

And it's becoming more then I can stand... I just want to close my eyes and fall into an eternal sleep of black nothingness..

And I know what I would tell anyone who told me this, I would tell them to suck it up and fix it... But I guess giving advice is a lost easier then taking it..