@izzythepush,
Quote:Have you ever spoken to any women about whether or not they want to use contraception mate? I've still to come across one who resents not having to pump out kids like a production line.
Of course I have discussed such matters with ladies.
Nobody
has to do anything in this regard. As I have pointed out, and as Finn has also, there is no compulsion. There isn't even compulsion regarding state run contraception presaging totalitarianism. I have no opinion on whether we need totalitarian government or otherwise. It is not taking a position to point out that state run artificial contraception leads directly to totalitarian control of women. To the Hatchery.
Many people benefit from totalitarian procedures. In the short term at least. They might even be necessary in this complex and dangerous world.
Coitus is the be all and end all for men. It is not for women. Men projecting their own values on women is rank misogyny. Words can be found to defend any position.
Contraception leads to the breakdown of marriage. Sometimes it is put up with, or managed, and more and more it is not.
Two can live as cheaply as one is heresy to Big Business. Think of newspaper sales if everybody was divorced. Furniture sales. Look at what is shared in a marriage.
I know how the slippery customers work. They tempt. Lure people on and when they get to where they are got to they have to pretend it is wonderful because to not do flags up social failure.
The process is so complex that it gets inexplicable and it becomes just a sure feeling. Who would go on a site called Able 2 Know if things had not got inexplicable?
That doesn't apply to me by the way. I was forced on by friends. I resisted them for years. There I was with my feet up all that time, reading and smoking and suchlike, taking the piss out of them thinking they were in some sort of relationship with all these silly sods from around the world looking for answers to their predicament or, more likely, promoting their own predicament. They got so fed up with me that they eventually demanded I try it. Well--I agree with the proposition that you can't know about something until you've tried it. Homosexuals will say that too. Bank robbers. So I was stuck. Right. What am I interested in was next. I'm truculently grunting. One of the ladies grinned sheepishly. Philosophy I replied. I'll see if I can shut that bunch of freeloading silly fuckers down once and for all. Right. Philosophy was Googled. Able 2 Know stood out as the only understandable spiel. It was American and it was said to be "prestigious". That'll do then. Click click clickety click and I'm asked for my e-mail number. How the **** would I know what my ******* e-mail number is. What's a ******* e-mail. I've raised my voice a bit. Next I have to have a "username". After it was explained to me what one of them was I ran through all my favourite "sacrificed hero" characters. I nearly chose Valmont but it was really OTT romantic so I chose the name of Flaubert's wonderful hero in Salammbo. That was so that anybody who wants to know me better has only to read that masterpiece to find out. I'm not sure Valmont should really have treated Madame de Trouvel as he did. But I don't know what the lady who put him up to it was like.
Anyway--click click every trip--I can't remember the exact order of events but suddenly an avatar appeared, which I had been told is intended to convey the essence of the cyber character, picturing in tasteful sideshot the lower half of a female person in black high heels, black stockings, unwrinkled, held up by what we call a black frilly suspender belt, and the lower edges of a black shift with embroidered edgings. I can't remember whether there were cute, little red bows where the suspender belt clasp, a shiny one, gripped the stockings. I shouldn't be surprised to be informed that there was.
And her username was Lola.
Had I started with Joe Nation the experiment would have fizzled out fairly fast.
And I found myself having the sort of fun I have often enjoyed in the many pubs I have so shamefully frequented along the long road of weary woe which we tread with plodding steps.
I wasn't looking for it. That's the best way to find things. Not look for them.
