-calling someone creepy should be illegal
--indictment of someone's conceptions of reality, thought processes, realation to reality and behavior
---women go for blood, no male instinct to see ugliness in something inherent to femininity, women are something sarced, to be understood as beautiful regardless of superficial judgments or understandings. There's no female equivalent to creepy. "Difference between men and women is that I would never be that cruel to her"
--the idea that your interpretation of relationships and gender norms robs you of the ability to give and experience genuine love
---the idea that someone can't feel that inevitable restructing of the self in relation to another person. They can't feel their interest in themselves dwarfted to irrelevance of there own prospering. To value the interests and feelings of someone else to a degree that restructs the interests and pursuits of the self to a reflection of the desires of another. To want to be successful out a desire to fullfill the interests of another to feel proud, or safe or at peace. To eat to fuel your pursuit of the satisfation of another, rather than a sense of your own satiety or greed.
--It's an invalidation of the soul of someone, assert purely from an interpetation. And it's fed in part by something so inesacpably identifiable.
---You can try to negotiate to it from a structuring of an interpretation of the self. I love women for all of what they are, including an inescapable admiration of the female form. I can't help what my eyes and face do around a beautiful woman, a sense of being defined in some way by your negotiation of social norms, judgments, instincts and higher order cognative justifications and rationalities about acceptable behaviors and thoughts. It stains a person's thoughts, about their greed or morality or inevitability of their pursuits of pleasure, orgasm and connection.
----I can't be pure or in love because I like to look at pictures of naked women? Or it speaks anything more than some unfulfilled and therefore sublimated desire for touch and connection that is indulged in the self, fleeing from the cognition of that in descrete moments in times of stress or loniliness.
-----I think there's a notion that those moments of private induldgment undermine or alter the behaviors and thought process of interactions with others. That it speaks of a desire to view another as an object for pleasure, and a distorted sense of beauty as being rare and bodily, instead of abundent and an interpretation of how a way of someone speaks to inevitabilities about their core or soul. That we are crass and single minded enough to find a women of a certain physical makeup drinking expensive coffee as more a reflection of what we want to see in the world than of someone who's figure doesn't radiate a synonymous connection to what we've found to be sold as a fulfillment of lust, forgoing that indulgment and instead putting dollars in the pockets of those down on their luck.
------Which might speak more to some sort of passive minded obedience to the democratized greed of corrupted power, than some deep seated biological instinct to relate physical appearance with partner suitability.
-------Really we have post offices, and smartphones and free educational systems and socialized medical care, but we think the inevitability of the human mind is to propagate an animalistic blinding influence instead of a confidant, epathetic ear and partner in the pursuit of life?
-------I think this western construct of lust comes from the minds of individuals who's pursuit of life came at the cost of the valuing of it. That someone who profits from death or exploitation can't find the harmony of resonance of another soul against there own because it forces them to value life (of which their own has been descimated to a pursuit of resources at the cost of other) so greatly they can't conscionably go on living with the knowledge of what a person becomes in the eyes of someone who has tried to comiserate and understand another
------So the joy of seeing another, robbed of the context of a sense of saftey or warmth or reminder of previous pleasures, becomes purely physical. The mind corrupted by a subservience to a conception of life as an exchange of time for resources, becomes honed for calculation. The mind robbed of the simple joy of experiencing the present moment, connects only to a detached connection of physical input data with lust fulfillment. To a sense of blind, semingly inexplicable physical pleasure somehow in competition to obsessive noting of previous experiences of pleasure. She's a 9. Or I like the other pizza place better. Or I like the hum of this engine.
-------And so we go on, constantly robbed of a sensation of even resonance with our souls, and we are primed to propage a culture of exchanges, disconnected pleasures and relationships empty of judgment, deep understanding and connection beyond the physical or occassional emotional connection.
--------And so we find ourselves unhappy, empty and lonily in the pursuit of complimentary energy which seems the only spark of recollection to the deeper essences of ourselves and others. And this term creepy pops up when we find our emptiness so blinding as to overwhelm even our cognitive processes with a chaotic, blinded yearning for something more, and ignorantly pursuing greed for this satisfation or hopelessly pursuing greed out of an acquired ignorance of the mechanisms governing the patience, ability to be present and empathetic mindset that allows genuine bodily and spiritual fullfillment that we seek without knowledge of it's desperate manifesting as a soulless impossible itch to find a factsimily of love in a irrevent physical sensation.
---------And the cyniscism in this void of meaning finds regret and guilt eased by a reduct of the other as absent the possession of deeper desires to be spoken to. The creep thereby flattens human interaction to be merely an exchange, and the consequences of his innapropriate exploration of greed inconsequential to the health of the unrequited other, she is reduced to merely someone denying his credit. He laments not being a smooth or attractive enough plastic entity, ignorant of the disrespect he finds due to a reduction of the soul of the other to a physical, plastic being, seeing the offence as a rejection of his value to provide ephemeral pleasure and not an unnegotable disconnect from his humanity. Thus arises the sterotyped neckbeard or nice guy. The neckbeard being the entity who finds solice in his one demensional, competetive and base conception of gender relations, and the nice guy a knowingly corrupted one who finds disappointment in his striving to be whole by his imprisonment in the ignorance found in the continuation of that pursuit as a self-serving one, and a pursuit fed by the self-interest of a lust disconnected from desire for connection. So the nice guy is seen as an actor, a phony, rather than a lost soul striving to sublimate his belief in humanity and desire for connection into conceptions of what he views as good behavior. Because eventually the pressure confuses into an outlet of that shunned desire. He feels capable of being rejected, when he is absent the sense of himself worth presenting. So he bemoans his inability to fullfill what he doesn't have interest in explicitly pursuing. And so the sense of this inadaquacy, bore of his failure to accurately pursue the interests of his muted soul, finds his inwardly directed sense of failure overcome his capacity to cognize and benefit from the experiental knowledge of the self, thus overwhelmed he outwardly directs his anger as a failing of the complementary energy that his faded understanding of humanity has created and which creates greater distance and misunderstanding of.
---------The creepy nice guy begins to critique feminity as reflective of his invented, soulless conception of physical connection. He is the self-loathing slut, in his eyes, unskilled enough to pursue the empty connection he projects onto women.
---------It is here he finds himself unable to grasp the actual conversations around gender relations. Ashamed of his sexuality and mirroring that in his interpretations of the sexual lives of others, he fails to see the humanity in both masculinity and feminity. Most women aren't deep enough for him, or he isn't in conformity with what he views as the masculine role in mutual lust fullfillment. And most dissapointingly, he finds an absence of sympathy for his position. The broader society seeks to dissavow it's relation with his prediciment by arguing against a negotiation with his latent humanity.
-----------And so if there is a critic to be leveled at the feminine response to misdirect masculine sexuality, it is an absence of compassionate understanding of the cyclical nature of his issue, and an acceptance of the falibility of human nature. It is the irony found in the similarities of these positions that is humorous. That for whatever positive or nuanced or honest discourse that exists in modern sexual relationships, there is the absence of willingness to connect to something ugly to legitimize and minimize it. It seems to underscore the existence of some competitive element to modern gender roles, rather than an open desire to share love. Perhaps the culprit is the disconnect between men's willingness to give love as freely as can be found (or a negative interpretation, desperation) and woman's disinterest in pursuing situations that appear uncomfortable. Which, seems more indicative of the historic politics of gender relations than something speaking to a flaw in the human soul.
Creeps need love too?
fftopic: As a woman, I'd say that Venn diagram sometimes feels very true when you're lonely and looking for someone. However, it is a massive oversimplification that doesn't reflect reality. For one thing, there are assholes among all groups of men, many of whom call themselves nice boys (hence this thread). Also, there needs to be a spot on the chart somewhere for 'Taken' men, since it's not uncommon to meet someone great who's already in a relationship (probably because they're so great) and all you can do (if you're a rational woman at least) is sigh and move on. /
