Tell Men Not To Rape

If the word helplessness has ever had any definite meaning to me, it meant waking up at midnight, insisting that I want to sleep with my young aunt. I still remember the confusion, and helplessness. To me, happiness meant being allowed to sleep with her. Children take delight in such petty vices. My mother knew this. When I grew up, one day I would talk to my class teacher in baby class. She felt that even today, decades later, I speak the same way I spoke to her when I was three. Within us, there is a child that refuses to grow up.

Once, a young colleague wanted to know what the word “molestation” meant. When I said, “It is something which women face in the buses, trains and crowded roads. It is every man’s fantasy. But, I would never attempt that because I value my life, reputation and health very highly.” she screamed her empty heads off that I have destroyed the reputation of South Indians.

But, if there is a child who takes delight in petty vices inside all of us, a child that refuses to grow up, this should not be surprising. Men love physical contact with women. Such is human nature. People find this truth offensive. I do not know why. Morality is about controlling such impulses. This is one of the reasons I consider myself a moral man, unlike men who do wrong things.

People are very judgmental about things that should not matter to them in the first place. When I was in school, I once told a boy that if you place a chocolate bar in front of a child, he will find it tempting. We were talking about Bill Clinton. In their lives, people are continuously tempted to jump the fence, to cross the boundaries. So, it is not surprising that many do.

What if children are never allowed to have chocolates, when there are chocolate bars everywhere on the street, with moralistic labels stuck on them: “Do not touch“? I have no doubt that most children would feel that self-interest should triumph over morality. I think this is why men in India are often tempted to touch women without their permission.

Are women angels? No. They are just different in their liking for petty vices. I remember an aunt who spanked me when I was 17, for playing cricket inside the home with my little cousins. She was in her 20’s, and I have no doubt that she did it for the fun of it. I remember that when I was eighteen, a young aunt was talking to me, and her hand was on my lap. Many teachers in my school punished us only to enjoy themselves. When I graduated from high school, what made me happy was that I escaped these nasty women. But, the cause of innocent children forced to attend school was never hip. The reason I am sad today is that I did not get enough of all that I liked.

I am not drawing attention to the worst specimen among women. This is how people are, men or women, in their full normalcy. People do not notice.

As the great Murray Rothbard pointed out: “It has been noted for years—and especially by Europeans and Asians—that too many American men live in a matriarchy, dominated first by Momism, then by female teachers, and then by their wives.” Murray Rothbard wrote this before I was born, but I think this is increasingly becoming true in India.

When I was in high school, my idea of amusement was placing my feet beneath the bench of the girls who sit in front of me. One of them used to giggle, placing her slipper heels on my shoes, and a boy near me often warned me: “She will slap you!”. I am yet to understand why people are moralistic about all this. Perhaps this explains my ambivalent attitude towards some popular causes.

Murray Rothbard was right when he said: “Woman as “sex objects”? Of course they are sex objects and, praise the Lord, they always will be. Just as men, of course, are sex objects to women. As for the wolf whistles, it is impossible for any meaningful relationship to be established on the street or by looking at ads, and so in these roles women properly remain solely as sex objects. When deeper relationships are established between men and women, they each become more than sex objects to each other; they each hopefully become love objects as well. It would seem banal even to bother mentioning this, but in today’s increasingly degenerate intellectual climate no simple truths can any longer be taken for granted.” I think this is also why some women on Facebook with homosexual tendencies nurture some secret resentment towards me.

Are women less aggressive? Perhaps, but many women I have seen were very aggressive—Like the “editor”, “Miss Handicrafts” in the career Magazine I worked with. But, I am not going to tell you which Magazine it is because you will put that in Google and find out who she is. In fact, she was more aggressive than any man in that Magazine. But, when the publisher steps into the office, her voice becomes as soft as that of the kitten my brother dumped in the canal near our home.

One day, after working for two days straight, I came to the office to write my darling novel. Miss Handicrafts sent a little girl to ask me to do some low IQ work. I said, “I will not be doing it”. The little girl made a funny face and left. After that Miss Handicrafts messaged me on Google talk saying that I have to go in front of her and say that I cannot do this. I thought, “Good God! Dominatrix fetish!” and said, “Of course, I will.” When I went near her and questioned her, she understood that things are going beyond her control. She said apprehensively, “Dude, chill. Nothing happened.” After that, she did not have the nerve to ask me to do low IQ work. That is all such women are good for.

I heard that she told the little girl and others in a conspiratorial manner, hiding her embarrassment: “You can give him low IQ work, but I will tell you when the right time is.” Later when I saw her, she was playing with her puppies, and she was not even looking at my face. That is how I escaped low IQ work. No man has ever had the nerve to directly ask for my respect, like these women. Men ask indirectly, though.

But, when I write hard facts about male-female differences on my Facebook wall, even women from parts of the world I have not heard of come there to abuse me, screaming that when there are men like me, it is hardly surprising that women are raped in Delhi. Many ask me: “Delhi? But, isn’t that a city where women often get raped? “When one such woman asked me, “Isn’t there a lack of respect towards women and children in your culture?” I replied, “Yes. My culture is backward. But, I am very advanced. My attitude towards women is not much different from my attitude towards babies. I treat them tenderly.” What marks these women is that they are not really honest about themselves.

Disclaimer: So, I get many emails asking whether any liberated young lady was mean to me. Liberated young lady is a phrase I picked up from an US economist who was referring to feminists. I use the word quite loosely, on women who are quite vocal. And I was NOT supporting rape. I had written clearly that I do not do wrong things, like most people in the world. My larger point is that people do awful things to each other all the time, and that women’s causes get relatively more attention. I know some girls who whine too much about molestation, screaming “Never move on”. But, they also preach forgiveness to me when I write about my detractors. That is simply not fair.