Men's Bullshit
on online dating
So I am going to go ahead and entitle this—men’s bullshit.
As someone who is single, I occasionally have desire for a partner now that I have undergone therapy and am healing. I’m more emotionally secure with a secure attachment in myself.
I’m healthier and less tolerant of bullshit and entertaining company of asshats.
Online dating is a fucking shit show. And I’m perpetually astounded by the level of male entitlement.
A few examples:
—I wish I had a dollar for every time a guy said that he needed to “watch his grammar around me.”
(I don’t give a fuck about your grammar dude. I am more offended that you think that that is all that I do. Like a grammar teacher in elementary school—do you understand what an English professor does? You don’t have to, but why don’t you ask me.)
or
Your an English teacher.
(Note the irony.)
or
I’m terrible at English.
(good thing you’re not an English educator then and why is this the first thing you say after I tell you my profession—that self-focused or that insecure?!)
And the one that—especially now—enrages me—
“Oh good. You can teach me English.”
Really….really?
I. can. not. even
Begin to describe how irritated this makes me.
Really bruh? You want me to give away free labor? I even said as much to some dude recently who was a risk management/financial advisor. He said I could teach him English and I said so, are you going to be my financial advisor for free? He said it’s very expensive then I said so I should give away labor for free but you won’t?
Exactly.
Such patriarchal bull shit and fucking male entitlement — this idea that a woman and an English educator should give away free labor.
The old Danielle wouldn’t have reacted in such a way.
I grow more convinced—
You want labor? Fucking pay me.
Especially in this late stage capitalist hellscape that we’re in.
In the mean time I go back to my books and am, once again, seriously reconsidering making a life partner from a cat.