Tinder Daymare

Mod – shouldn’t the header for this bitch have read “Female Tears”?
I know, I know – two wrongs don’t make a right.
But three, do.
Think about it >; )

OP – you and your fuckboi are both wrong. The term he was looking for is “masochist”

“The Patriarchy hurts everyone”

Wrong. I’m going to tell you a little story based on personal experience and how I view it.

Warning: The following screed is going to be heavily based on my own semantic interpretation of certain socio-political buzzwords, so please spare me the Inigo Montoya “I do not think that word means what you think it means” links. I’ve seen ’em all.

The Patriarchy gave me TWO parents to be incredibly proud of.
My Dad’s father was a mongrel who abandoned his family in the Dirty 30’s. Patriarchy meant that my Dad never, ever felt the obligation to follow in his footsteps. Quite the opposite.
Patriarchy gave an 8 year old boy , delivered into the clutches of the Church of Rome, the strength to survive until his mother could re-unite the family. Any boy who ever had to be warehoused by the Vatican’s Penguins could be forgiven for growing up to be Ted Fucking Bundy, IMHO.

At 16 my Dad chose to follow that most patriarchal of career paths – the defence of others. Partially to support his family, partially because he didn’t want to work in the railyards like so many Winnipeg boys. He did it for 4 decades and he was damned good at it, so spare me the “recruitment by famine” or “workfare for the unemployable” arguments used so often by “progressives” to dismiss those in uniform.

Patriarchy meant my Dad was away a lot growing up which did two things. It allowed me to be raised, frequently by some very strong, very loving and very resilient women. It gave my Mom, a hard-headed rebellious little hellion the opportunity for independence of thought and opportunity. Mother, housewife, bank teller, community volunteer. She’s done it all and still does. The absences made me appreciate my Dad all the more. Time has granted me the wisdom to appreciate the sacrifices he made, for us. Puts the missed birthdays and graduations into perspective.

Patriarchy, and the affect it had on my upbringing, gave me the strength, when adversity came up to NOT run, like creep who fathered my Dad. It gave me the fortitude to help carry someone at her most vulnerable and to see, that in those times, she also was helping to carry me. I wouldn’t swap it for the world.

I know, I know, – what I’ve described isn’t “Patriarchy” as described by fymynysts. Tango Sierra. Just as “Feminism” allegedly isn’t the dirty word a lot of men think it is – neither is Patriarchy.

Not me, Dad’s half of the family though. We spent 3 years at CFB Rivers, a couple of hours drive away. His Mom and his 2 sisters lavished a lot of love (read: spoiled me rotten) on the family’s first grandchild. I have no recollection of my first Christmas with the 12 meatless dishes, but supposedly the honeyed buckwheat was a big hit with my young self.

Tell me about it. Do you know how many Lauriers it cost me to learn that? The season ahead, not the stage name.
Madame Cleo drives a hard bargain and the exhange rate between CDN dollars and chicken tenders will kill ya.

Sooner the better, baby!

Zuke, I appreciate your respect to my family, so I will respectfully agree to disagree on this one.