The name of a novel I've had in mind for a while now. It's about 4 orphans growing up in the shit stain of the world. The story's about them struggling to figure out what being a man is in a world that's forgotten what that means, hence the title 'oedipus' in reference to the oedipus complex, in which some guy theorizes that sons want to compete with their fathers for their mother's affection or something like that. Makes sense in my mind, then that the boys would find it difficult to beat something that really can't be identified anymore, the father, the man. I end it on a sour note. Johnny realizes he's not going to be like his dreams. It's a girl's world. You'll see, if i ever decide to write it. It's a warning against the overwhelming success of the feminist movement.
Where was I though, yeah the utter collapse of good reason when it comes to how young men are treated by women in the education system. Make no mistake, we're bags of meat to them. Labor ain't no joke, so they think a guy like me should suck it up and deal with the burden of work and college, and to hell with what I want or think. But what if I have no intention whatsoever of impregnating a female? and why do women feel they are obligated to give birth at all, some don't, and that's their choice is all...
Either you're with us or you're against us is all the parents of the world are going to say though. So self serving. Age of narcissism indeed.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
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