Divorced middle-aged journalist wonders WAATGM

the_duude_abides · 2019-04-19T21:00:52+00:00

Notice how she doesn’t mention anything specific that her husband did wrong.

Chairman_Ellen_Pao · 2019-04-19T21:03:25+00:00

WTF did I just read? It sounded like the ramblings of a mentally ill person.

theawesomethatis · 2019-04-19T20:58:00+00:00

GOOD MEN for used up middle aged divorced journalist.
Are also GOOD MEN for 20 year old hotties.

Lets see which one men will choose!

sleepyweaselisawake · 2019-04-19T21:44:01+00:00

the bad men, who were in fact bad, the good men who tried so hard to prove they were good, except what? Put on a condom, you say? In letting go of my marriage, I let go of everything I had known and understood about sex and relationships and men.

I should have been repulsed. I should have been angry. I should have shut down. Instead, at work, I was sobbing. And after dark I was fucking.

How could I learn to love men? So much of my life had been ruined by them.

She seeks out a smorgasbord of men to fuck. They oblige her. Nowhere in her incoherent ramblings does she take responsibility for CHOOSING to put herself in the presence of those men. She allowed those men to be abusive and dismissive. But, men are the problem.

shrinkshooter · 2019-04-20T01:52:34+00:00

Okay so I came across this article independently and broke it down before I knew it was here, so brace yourself and grab some popcorn, I had to dig deep for this one.

When her divorce coincided with the explosion of the #MeToo movement, writer Lyz Lenz became determined to understand men.

We're told that men are stupid and simple creatures all the time who only think with their dicks. What nebulous enigma could there be that requires discovery and analysis?

After I ended my 12-year marriage, I wanted to fall in love with men.

Okay, and then what? Apparently you fell in love with someone at least to the degree of willing to remain with them for over a decade, but then decided that was enough. What would make any future infatuation any different? Also, yes, I am aware you said "After I ended my 12 year marriage," which raises the question: why?

Or maybe he’d be clean-shaven, and I’d follow the angle of his mandible with my tongue. I didn’t care which. I’d see a man, and I’d imagine singing in the car with him. Pressing my face into his shoulder. Scratching his head while we watched a movie.

Implying that you didn't leave all this behind? You're pining for a Hollywood romance, that's fine; what was your marriage like? After having a kid and being with someone 12 years you decided to split, and now are plagued with visions of a knight in shining armor?

The #MeToo movement, which social activist Tarana Burke had started in 2006

Side note to the men who aren't aware: Google Tarana Burke and look at images. That will tell you all you need to know about #MeToo.

I was working for a magazine at the time, editing. Soon it seemed that every submission was about a woman hurt by a man. I would edit them and cry.

If a man had typed this, any possible attraction for him you might have would wither instantly. Men can't afford to lean on you, or your instincts turn on him. If a man opens up to you, really opens up to you, your automatic subconscious response is to recoil. If he doesn't, you shit test him by calling him "too distant." You really think we're playing on an even field? Men cannot afford to expose their vulnerability more than a tiny bit, and they absolutely can't virtue signal about their feelings in some progressive outlet and still hold on to any hope of getting laid.

I was also in the middle of a divorce and receiving a barrage of emails from my ex-husband that told me in no uncertain terms how horrible I was.

Oh, right, thanks for reminding me. I was getting off track. So yes, we were talking about...hmmm, where were we? Ah, yes, the part about how you had to get a divorce because your marriage was awful and your husband was abusive and -- oh, you didn't say any of that. Well alright then, I'm still missing the part explaining why you got divorced.

I couldn’t escape the constant torrent. A Greek chorus of women across America spoke with a single voice. “Men are bad. Men are trash,” the women said. And yet all I wanted to do was touch men, taste them—I craved them.

Chasing the Chad tingles without looking back, huh? Teehee, that's okay, you deserve it gurrrrrl! If your nostrils ever sting with the smoky stench of that smoldering wreckage you're leaving behind you, just grab a Yankee candle and smash it up your nose.

I was raised evangelical and homeschooled. I was a virgin for a long, long time. I was raised to believe men wanted only sex and that I should stay away from them. I was raised to fear men and all the things they would demand from me and my body. Until I married one, of course. And then I was told to give him whatever he wanted. I carried these messages in me, even as I grew older.

That sounds great. I'd love to have a girlfriend like that. I'd also like to be a boyfriend who treats her well, because I'm not a selfish prick, and hopefully your ex husband did that for you. Speaking of which, I'm still missing the part where this divorce was all his fault. I'm seeing a pattern here...

In college I dated the man so many of us dated in college. He played the guitar and video games. I made out with him on a futon while we listened to Smashing Pumpkins. He made me a mix CD with Ben Harper on it. But he was mean—always making fun of me, my glasses, my body, my large ears and crooked teeth. When I broke up with him, he slept with every single one of my friends on my dorm floor.

Right, so the lesson here is that regardless of a chick's upbringing she's going to chase the bad boys who are bad for them anyway. She could be daddy's little angel or she could be the ghetto trash town bicycle since 15 years old, makes no difference. Not that this is news, but it's worth recognizing the reinforcement of this phenomenon even when they write skewed, romantic blogposts about relationships.

After that, it was the man who would become my husband. We had known each other since I was 18. We married when I was 22.

Most people enter college around 18, give or take a year, and they end it around 22. So you dated men in college...a few different ones...then at the end of college, you married a man...whom you had known since the start of college. Hmmmmmmm.

I did what I was supposed to. I gave it all. I moved for him, gave up career aspirations for him, waited for the time when it would be my turn. I cooked and decorated and worked small jobs and had children. While my friends made drunken mistakes on floor mattresses, I picked out throw pillows and made stews from the Joy of Cooking. I didn’t want what they had. I truly didn’t.

Sounds fucking great. Where's the problem?

I was content with my little life, content with the promise of more, later, eventually. But “more” never happened.

...okay. You, uh, gonna define that for us? Or just leave it as some barely discernible mist of a concept you're leaving to the readers to fill in?

So when at 35 I found myself completely unmoored

Indiscernible mist it is. Bitch, are you going to answer my goddamn question? The only mention of your husband has been a sideways implication in passing about how he's the badguy in all this for swamping you with messages calling you the badguy. Hard not to notice that you're really avoiding the topic.

I decided to just fuck up

No argument there.

I plunged into a world of canceled men, dating apps, dick pics—the bad men, who were in fact bad, the good men who tried so hard to prove they were good, except what? Put on a condom, you say? In letting go of my marriage, I let go of everything I had known and understood about sex and relationships and men.

Oh boy, this all sounds so magical, I sure hope "letting go of your marriage" was worth it! Which reminds me, why did you do that again?

Here is the metaphor that most makes sense

Comparing the MeToo debacle to your vagina busting like a bloody dam and becoming a biological Niagra Falls is not something that "most makes sense," it most makes disgusting. That's not isn't English proper but I fuck no give, because your metaphor disgusting even more is than English wrong.

I began sleeping with men in earnest. My whole life I had had sex with only one person, and now I was determined to know men.

Yeah, because before I was just sleeping with men for fun, now I'm sleeping with men for realsies! Teehee, it's for research, silly! I fucking love science el oh el! Everyone knows that to truly understand something, you need to let it bang you in all three holes repeatedly. The physicists who discovered quarks didn't do so by accident, only by firing atoms rapidly into their bums were they able to unravel the metaphysical mysteries of the universe's fabric of existence!

I should have been repulsed. I should have been angry. I should have shut down. Instead, at work, I was sobbing. And after dark I was fucking.

But not fucking your husband! And who could blame you, after all those things he might have perhaps done to warrant your divorce that you've so far neglected to mention?

I wanted to understand men. I wanted to know the fleshy reality of them. So much of my life has been spent twisting and turning myself around them.

"I solemnly swear that I shall become the slut I was always born to be, I shall thot whence no thot has thotted before"

Dating men, studying men, sleeping with men—it felt like lancing the blister. A mixture of pain and release. There was the polyamorous poet. The writer who told me I was overrated and insisted I listen to his vinyl collection. The very nice lawyer. The former white nationalist turned librarian whom I ghosted with no shame. The man who, when he saw a professional accomplishment of mine, told me it wasn’t as impressive as his dick. The politician who told me to tell people he had a big dick. (It was average.) The woke professor who talked a lot about feminism but refused to put on a condom and scared me when he grabbed my neck and kissed me, leaving bruises. There was the wedding hookup. The married novelist. The date I walked out on 10 minutes in, after he told me if I wanted to be with him, I would need to be a better cook. The sports editor who pulled out his phone and read Seinfeld plot summaries to me. I walked out on him too.

I believe it was the Victorian era playwright, Dr. Samuel L. Jackson, Esquire, who in 1649 famously remarked, "Standards, motherfucker, do you have them?"

Borsao66 · 2019-04-19T20:52:22+00:00

"I was raised evangelical and homeschooled. I was a virgin for a long, long time. I was raised to believe men wanted only sex and that I should stay away from them. I was raised to fear men and all the things they would demand from me and my body. Until I married one, of course. And then I was told to give him whatever he wanted. I carried these messages in me, even as I grew older."

Could have slid a damaged goods tag in there too for giggles.

rigoexe · 2019-04-20T06:01:37+00:00

She’s the epitome of these old bags taken for a ride by feminism. Unattractive on the outside but especially on the inside. I can almost feel the bitter smugness just looking at her twitter. Check out this gem. This is how she reacts to a guy unmatching with her after finding out she’s a journalist. Looks like he made a good call. Yikes.

askmrcia · 2019-04-19T22:14:20+00:00

I was raised evangelical and homeschooled. I was a virgin for a long, long time. I was raised to believe men wanted only sex and that I should stay away from them

Ahhh so much potential but she threw it all away. This chick is mentally ill and didn't know what the hell she wanted, which is easily confirmed in the title.

Hope she enjoys her cats

beatles-lover · 2019-04-20T10:26:31+00:00

She also wrote an article about how horrible it was to cook dinner for her husband and 2 children and how her husband wasn't appreciative enough and how she finally just stopped doing it. Of course no appreciation, gratitude or recognition of the fact that her husband was going to work every day to support his family.

Here's the article:

https://www.glamour.com/story/now-that-im-divorced-im-never-making-dinner-for-a-man-again

Incidentally, there was also mention in the article about how she and her husband went to couple's therapy for 2 years. I've never been to couple's therapy, but I'm pretty confident it's a terrible idea. I'm pretty confident that most couple's therapists are gynocentric idiots who refuse to recognize the reality that a healthy relationship requires the man to be firmly in a position of authority.

Jesus_Faction · 2019-04-19T22:44:49+00:00

this is what they mean when they say "damaged goods"

usa_foot_print · 2019-04-19T23:26:50+00:00

How the fuck did any of you finish reading this mindless drivel?

legitimateusername4 · 2019-04-20T01:01:25+00:00

While reading this dross it helps to remember she looks like this, and that's a photo she chose.

NotherThrowaway284 · 2019-04-20T00:45:53+00:00

These sorts of walking disasters are only going to increase in frequency as the female self-destruction continues.

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I'm definitely investing in pharma.

lorem6300118 · 2019-04-20T01:54:26+00:00

Whoa. Comparing modern gender dynamics to Omaha Beach?

Reading that is the first time I’ve been offended by anything I’ve read in this sub. Lots of dumb shit, that you can laugh at, but that is a whole nother level.

I say this because I hope she never experiences anything like Omaha Beach. I haven’t, of course, because the generation before me was willing to actually storm those beaches.

notyourdude201 · 2019-04-20T02:21:44+00:00

I think we'll all agree that journalists are pump and dump material. No men would ever want to commit to someone whose job is practically snitching other people's business.

Not to mention journalists are hugely extroverted and given the stiff competition in the job ass kissing and dick sucking is inevitable to climb up the ladder.

giant_white_dong · 2019-04-22T05:55:20+00:00

Look at the poor chump at the end of this article. Now the mother of his children is not just out slutting it up with randos in her thirties but also blogging about it. Disgusting.

[deleted] · 2019-04-20T06:02:16+00:00

Damn what a cunt...

Cristoff13 · 2019-04-20T06:38:52+00:00

Here is the metaphor that most makes sense: After I gave birth to my first child, I experienced a lot of hemorrhaging....The bucket near her feet was filled with splashing, red waves. “The floor must look like the tide at Omaha Beach,” I joked. Then I passed out again.

That's a good joke. But of course she can't stop while she's ahead, going on to say that hearing about the metoo drama made her and her feminist friends feel like her when she had almost died (no) and that it also made them feel like those soldiers on D-Day watching their buddies die (no, no, no).

JohnQPubliq · 2019-04-20T09:16:06+00:00

An old post but a great example. This woman is a pure sociopath. Glad the man finally realized in the end what an absolute piece of shit she was and refused to take her back.

FlyingSexistPig · 2019-04-20T14:02:58+00:00

I read about a third of the way in and I can't help but think, "women are just crazy and shouldn't be allowed to make major decisions about their life"

kyledontcare · 2019-04-20T02:00:09+00:00

She should have remembered what she learned growing up as an Evangelical in home school, or so it sounds.

Broncoli · 2019-04-22T11:03:16+00:00

Normally I get pissed whenever a man is subject to frivorce as this lovely young woman seems to have done.

However, in this case, it's probably an example of the husband getting out while the getting is good, no matter the cost.

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