Misogynist!

Those that have been reading a while will remember just over a year ago, I received a very amusing message on the old Tagboard accusing me of being a misogynist. The original post can be read by clicking this handy link.

In short, someone anonymously pointed a finger at me and accused me of being a misogynist just like I used to be. It literally came from nowhere, and they never re-emerged to back up their claim, apologise or anything else. As far as I was concerned, while I take the piss and make sexist comments all the time to friends/family, pretty much everyone that has eyes and can read can see that at NO point do I make sexist comments with malice.

To make light of the situation, I grabbed Kim and she made me a new blog header, Memoirs of a Mis0DDgyinst, mainly because it ticked me so that someone accused me.  In case you're not sure what tickled me so much, let's recap:

• I'm a stay-at-home Dad
• I'm a house-husband
• I cook
• I clean
• I do laundry
• I scrub toilets
• I have girlie hair

Let's be honest, I run the house. I'm the cook, the cleaner, the nanny, the nurse, and the PA. I'm a busy boy 95% of the time.

Do I complain? Nope, actually, I quite like it.
Does Kellie complain? Nope, she likes going to work.
Do the kids complain? Nope, except when they're in trouble, and it's ME they have to deal with.

So here is my problem. This morning, I've had a REALLY busy day. Properly, running-on-fumes from the start, past empty at the end. I've had to swallow a handful of painkillers and struggled to eat and drink something. I start writing a post about - of all things, Privacy on the internet - when I notice my good friend Kay has updated her Facebook status.

Now, Kay and myself go back years and years. We "met" in a chat room and the same group of us always chatted together, day and night, into the wee small hours. We stayed in touch, her life went a bit topsy turvey, and she married a Brit and moved over here. We tend to rip the shit out of one another on a regular basis, as I tend to do with most of my friends. We joke, we laugh, we take the piss.

Kay made a typical girlie statement about her washing machine being dead, and having nothing to wear. I retorted - as I would - with a statement on how women have too many clothes:

I REFUSE to believe you - as a woman - have nothing to wear. Even with a cupboard FULL of clothes you women have "nothing to wear"

As I knew she would, she made a comment about me being a man and not understanding, that women need their clothes, and not to get into it because I'd lose. So, I went off on a typical Dan Ranty Tangent:

I have three, maybe four pair of jeans. Boxers that are holier than the entire Vatican, socks that are considered "a pair" because there are two of them. Tee Shirts aplenty. A few shirts. THAT is my entire wardrobe.

Oh, and a coat.

YOU - and I mean you as a species, not You personally - have the same top in multiple colours, different kinds and cuts of jeans, trousers, skirts of varying lengths and styles...

The amount of clothing you own is mind boggling, and when one of you utters the phrase "I haven't got anything to wear" I want to take all the clothes from your wardrobe (because let's face it, it ain't empty at this point) and throw them all away. NOW you have nothing to wear luv.

And when I say "Throw Away" I mean "BURN"

And what is it with women trading clothes?! Can I borrow that top? Never have I said to one of my blokey friends, cor, nice shirt, can I have a go?!

In fact, all you have done here by getting on your high clothes horse is reinforced the fact that you are all, to a person, MENTAL.

This message bought to you by the little slave children that made your clothes.

My typical, par-for-the-course reply to someone that A) I am friends with, and B) understandable to friends that I am not really that worried, but here's my point anyway. Yes, men don't own many clothes (Well, I can think of one that owns too many, and has recently started wearing womens underwear, but we won't go there...) and yes, women own lots of clothes, and no matter what, they've never got anything to wear.

Cue someone, out of the blue, who doesn't know me from Adam, jumping in on the conversation with this little gem:

Good idea above Kay, burn all your clothes so that the little slave child who wrote that post can make some more clothes. Oh and pity the woman who lives with the misogynist who wrote that post.

I'm not entirely sure if I was offended, pissed off, or genuinely amused at first. But a few minutes afterwards, I was actually pissed off. First off - it wasn't written by a little slave child, but on their behalf. Secondly, let's pity the woman that CLEARLY is treated like dirt by the man that does everything around the house. I think what pissed me off the most, is  that she has judged and weighed-up someone, based on a Facebook post of 211 words.

Yes, I counted.

Now, I get that people might not know me, I KNOW that if you don't know me I'm very strange, scary and weird - I have been told before that new people don't know how to take me - but to jump in and outwardly insult someone you've never met... Just... Wow.

And you know what, reading my longer-comment on the matter... I'm not even sure that is inaccurately or even actually sexist. Yes, there are a few women that don't own a multitude of clothes, and there are some that don't even enjoy clothes shopping.

I know, I know, it's just a random person on the internet spewing random crap. BUT - I am very very tired, I've had a manic day, I'm hurting and miserable, so today, for a change, I decided to take something personally. I don't want nor expect an apology - people known for making snap decisions and offending strangers aren't known for admitting they were out of order and saying sorry... And if you think I actually AM a miso- can't be arsed to try typing it again - then kindly shuffle off elsewhere to the internet.

I might be a misogynist, but I don't judge people and make rude statements about them in a heartbeat.


PS: The post-image is a pair of ladies undergarments I added for extra "I'm a Sexist Wanker" appeal.