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One evening the poet had a long conversation with a few men about women. “A creature I know too well and yet, don’t know at all.” His listeners laughed at his literism.
“I once idealized her. She was once a saint. She was filled with goodness. And I don’t say that frivolously because goodness is the best a person can have in this or any other time. How come she has become a demented man? A weak man imitating his stronger counterpart is often driven to assassination as we know Oswald was. This is what the female has become or, at least, the educated and carefree ones with some discretionary income. A weak man so the woman disappears. And have you ever considered the social system where women have a neo-aristocratic position and the mass of men are underemployed or undereducated? Have you considered this? But then, men like women have options and since democracy is an experiment it will rise or fall on the decisions of millions of people, men and women, as they reform a social order that has disintegrated before our eyes.”
“It’s not the women’s fault. There is no fault in freedom only poor judgments that have to be corrected over time if, that is, anything is standing after the irrational glowing has stopped.”
“There are many types of women too. Not all of them out learn and out earn the men. Most are in that intense mosh in the middle striving for and giving up all at once. They still love the romance they never get from the quality of males in the mosh with them. And then you have poor, minority women who describe a large pool of good, bad, and indifferent women. She knows a good man is hard to find.”
“I think about my old pal who was the homeliest creature I’d ever seen with no prospects, filled with hate and fear who ended up finding a wonderful woman in Indonesia somewhere, a lawyer, who he brought back to America and married. I thought at the time, “this truly is a magical time in which to live!”
“Yes, the pool widens and the male gets in deep. It’s his only salvation to get out of his stupid predicament.”
“And these so-called privileged women will learn what “social tension” means and will learn that money and privilege are easily lost, most especially when you think it is fixed permanently.”
“There is no easy path for the free person, male or female. It always has consequences and responsibilities no one thinks about until it’s too late.”
The men admitted they loved the sexual pleasure women could offer a man but only when the woman was young and naïve. As they aged it all withered away and, at times, pleasure was easily transformed into a strange, awkward pain, not physical but purely mental as though nature always drew a line and you crossed at the risk of embarrassment and let-down.
“A woman who will use her largess to support artistic men, now, that’s a good woman. That’s really the beautiful soul of our time.”
“And she exists! Perhaps she is ready to proliferate.”
“After all, if women can rampage through their coifed expectations why can’t men? Why not mix it all up so that each man and each woman finds their particular hot spot and drop anchor there in whatever configuration occurs?”
“Women viewed the culture as very static and that they were the only innovative types. When, the reality always has been that if one marble moves they all move. If one billiard ball changes vector they all do. Doesn’t that produce more open choice? Doesn’t that produce dynamic acts? Women have politicized this and made it into a classification system when really all bets are off. In that sense democracy becomes an exciting experiment again.
“And leave the damn legal system out of it!”
We all laughed and drank our wine in splendid bliss.
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