Women seem to have forgotten just how beautiful they really are.

Very_Bad_Man

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At one time we wrote music and poetry glorifying the beauty that is women professing our love and adoration. Now we call them ho's and bitches in song and conversation. Young guys even talk to women to their faces in this way and girls just don't seem to take men to task over this lack of respect.

What happened to you women to allow this kind of conduct? Stop buying that music and get some fucking pride. Women you are beautiful and that pussy is worth gold. You could rule the world if you wanted.
 
At one time we wrote music and poetry glorifying the beauty that is women professing our love and adoration. Now we call them ho's and bitches in song and conversation. Young guys even talk to women to their faces in this way and girls just don't seem to take men to task over this lack of respect.

What happened to you women to allow this kind of conduct? Stop buying that music and get some fucking pride. Women you are beautiful and that pussy is worth gold. You could rule the world if you wanted.

when I was in my teens/young 20's, treating a girl like shit was the best way to get laid........

It did not come natural, but the learning curve is quick when pussy is involved.
 
Other women.
Advertising.
Marketing departments.
Other women.
Our mothers.
Constant "only this look is beautiful" on blast everywhere you turn.
Diet pills and plans commercials every other one.

Shall I go on?
 
I have things to say here, but I'm just not sure how to say them. I'll wait a bit.
 
when I was in my teens/young 20's, treating a girl like shit was the best way to get laid........

It did not come natural, but the learning curve is quick when pussy is involved.

When I was a teen I beat the shit out of a guy for being disrespectful to a girl at a party. I guess I was brought up with a different set of values. I would not even wish to be with a women who would allow such public behavior. Even the escorts I occasionally patronize I treat with respect.
 
When I was a teen I beat the shit out of a guy for being disrespectful to a girl at a party. I guess I was brought up with a different set of values. I would not even wish to be with a women who would allow such public behavior. Even the escorts I occasionally patronize I treat with respect.

There is a fine line between being an ass to get laid and being disrecptful...but the line is there and they are not the same.
 
Good Golly Miss Molly, 1958

Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
A-When you're rockin' and a rollin',
can't hear your mama call.

From the early early mornin' to the early early night,
When I caught miss Molly rockin' at the house of blue lights,
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
A-When you're rockin' and a rollin', can't hear your mama call.

Mama, papa told me 'Son, you better watch your step',
If'n your Papa's Mama had to watch my Papa's step ,
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
A-When you're rockin' and a rollin', can't hear your mama call.

Ahhhhhhhh

Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
A-When you're rockin' and a rollin', can't hear your mama call.

Goin' to the corner gonna buy a diamond ring,
When she hugs me and kiss me make me ting-a-ling-a-ling
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
A-When you're rockin' and a rollin', can't hear your mama call.
 
Shave 'Em Dry, 1938
Lucille Bogan

I got nipples on my titties
Big as the end of my thumb
I got somethin between my legs
That'll make a dead-man come

Baby won't you shave 'em dry
Want you to grind me baby
Grind me until I cry

I fucked all night
And the night before, baby
And I feel like I wanna fuck some more
Oh, grind me honey
Shave me dry

And when you hear me holla baby
Want you to shave me dry

I got nipples on my titties
Big as the end of my thumb
I got something between my legs make a dead man come

Oh, daddy shave me dry
And I'll give you something baby
Swear it'll make you dry
I'm gonna turn back my mattress
And let you on my springs
I want you to grind me daddy
Until the bells do ring
Oh baby
Want you to shave me dry
 
No pedestal for me, please, I have no doubt.

By the way, I am not sure what time the OP is talking about, when "we wrote poetry" and what not, but I would bet that during that same era, most women were actually being treated like 2nd class citizens and/or chattle.
 
Hard Hearted Hannah, 1924

In old Savannah, I said Savannah,
The weather there is nice and warm!
The climates of a Southern brand,
But here's what I don't understand:
They got a gal there, mighty pretty gal there,
Who's colder than an Arctic storm,
Got a heart just like a stone,
Even the ice men leave her alone!

They call her Hard Hearted Hannah,
The vamp of Savannah,
The meanest gal in town;
Leather is tough, but Hannah's heart is tougher,
She's a gal who loves to see men suffer!
To tease 'em, and thrill 'em, to torture and kill 'em,
Is her delight, they say,
I saw her at the seashore with a great big pan,
There was Hannah pouring water on a drowning man!
She's Hard Hearted Hannah, the vamp of Savannah, GA!

They call her Hard Hearted Hannah,
The vamp of Savannah,
The meanest gal in town;
Talk of your cold, refrigeratin' mamas,
Brother, she's a polar bear's pajamas!
To tease 'em, and thrill 'em, to torture and kill 'em,
Is her delight, they say,
An evening spent with Hannah sittin' on your knees,
Is like travelin' through Alaska in your BVDs.
She's Hard Hearted Hannah, the vamp of Savannah, GA!

Can you imagine a woman as cold as Hannah?
She's got the right name: The vamp of Savannah.
Any time a woman can take a great big pan
And start pouring water on a drownin' man
She's hard hearted Hannah
The Vamp of Savannah GA
 
Other women.
Advertising.
Marketing departments.
Other women.
Our mothers.
Constant "only this look is beautiful" on blast everywhere you turn.
Diet pills and plans commercials every other one.

Shall I go on?

Advertising is a biggie. It makes it so hard not to compare ourselves to other women.
 
No pedestal for me, please, I have no doubt.

By the way, I am not sure what time the OP is talking about, when "we wrote poetry" and what not, but I would bet that during that same era, most women were actually being treated like 2nd class citizens and/or chattle.
Or portrayed as weak, whimpering and hyper-sexualized in movies or literature.

Etc.
 
No pedestal for me, please, I have no doubt.

By the way, I am not sure what time the OP is talking about, when "we wrote poetry" and what not, but I would bet that during that same era, most women were actually being treated like 2nd class citizens and/or chattle.

(shrug) I understand completely what the OP is saying though it is before my time.
 
I don't think that we, as women, make it any easier on men to compliment us or whatnot. I live in a man's world, I am as tough if not tougher than most of them. I don't exactly get showered with compliments in my day-to-day life. Especially since I'm so damn busy trying to make people believe that even though I don't have a penis I'm still competent.

I don't make it easy on men who date me. I find overly gushy ones to be insincere, I don't feel particularly worthy of that. However, I also crave it so I'm just screwing myself.
 
Personally, I think it's a cause-and-effect flaw to blame advertising. If we didn't respond to those images, they'd drop them in a second. And the fact is, while weight preferences have varied over time and culture, we've universally gravitated toward youth-markers in female beauty--large eyes, dewy skin, adolescent-like figures (either skinny and just-burgeoning or softly swollen and visibly fertile), for what I hope everyone here will recognize as obvious reasons.
 
For me, my struggles in realizing my own self worth never stemmed from the media. I had one of those tragic childhoods that you hear about. The details aren't important, but the fact remains that I've only very recently begun to acknowledge my own value. I'm sure that someone will make fun of me for saying this, but Lit has played a huge role in helping me to learn about myself and all that I have to offer. I've largely been able to pick and choose who I allow into my life via Lit, and I have struck gold in the relationships I have formed here. I've met people who see things in me that I was never able to see in myself. I've met people who tell me on a day-to-day basis what I've brought to their lives. And I would be lying if I said that the occasional appreciation of my curves hasn't affected my self-esteem. It's a nice change to feel sexy and confident.
 
Other women.
Advertising.
Marketing departments.
Other women.
Our mothers.
Constant "only this look is beautiful" on blast everywhere you turn.
Diet pills and plans commercials every other one.

Shall I go on?

I recall an episode of Sliders where the Sliders land on an Earth where a sex-specific plague has wiped out almost all men, and the few survivors are kept locked up to serve as sperm donors, and as studs for a few lucky lottery-winners. Outside those holding facilities, one sees nothing in the streets but women and girls.

In such a world, no woman would have any reason to make herself look appealing to men. Nevertheless, I expect that in such a world, the women's fashion and cosmetics industries, even the weight-loss industry, would continue along undisturbed. Vanity, thy maiden name is Woman and thou needest no married name.
 
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