Clown Artist Philosopher

Pasoginistic Hypocrisy

It was the seventies and I was a kid growing up in Whyalla an industrial port town that served the iron industry in South Australia. I was the only boy among the kids that plaid on the street where I lived and I had a little sister. I could often get frustrated trying to assert myself in the roles I was expected to play. At school I got on well with the girls in class. I was good at the things the girls tended to be good at like art and craft. I have a great photo of me hold and embroidered placemat with MUM written on next to Two girls from the class, I identified as a “Jill-girl” at times. At lunch and recess I hung out with my best mate, but I was often fascinated with the games the girls plaid and sometimes I could convince them to teach me their complex moves.
Then I moved to Los Angles. There I had a dream about Erin Gray’s breasts, I can remember it to this day. Now dealing with girls was a lot more challenging. But I had an age 11 & 12 girl friend. Kim Light: classic blonde, blue eyed Californian cheerleader material. We never did more than dance, leave any more until high school. 
Then I was in Alice Springs, then Darwin. In Darwin me and my sister discovered nightclubs – they were awful. The girls were just utterly rude and obnoxious and had a very high opinion of them selves. I was quite convinced I must be ugly because of the way women treated me.
Then I went to Europe. English girls with there polite manners and nice smiles and they don’t take offence when you pay them compliments. The Berliner girls 🙂 My Dad had told me about Berliner girls and the kinds of places you meet them and he was right is was amazing! I would have immigrated if I could have found a job. I was sitting in the alfresco area of the Cafe Z across from an old church, one of the few buildings to survive the WW2 bombings. I think about the Californian girls, the Australian girls, the English girls, the Berliner girls; there’s something wrong with Australian women. 
It first came to my attention when people stated to get worried about the welfare of wives being bought to Australia from Asia in the eighties “mail order brides”. Turns out no one was getting hurt. Men were coming back with appropriately aged wives who didn’t run off with half the house when they got citizenship. Good honest marriages based on making each other lives better, marriages that tend to last. These were good men that for some reason could find a wife in Australia – why can’t these good men find wives at home? We have a negative birth rate, that has got to be down to the behaviour of the women. It’s not feminism – the rest of the Western World can have feminism and still breed. Something is going on with the behaviour of Australian women and Australia is dying out as a result – we are relying on immigration. 
There’s something like Russian women happening in Australia; one of those things.
We have an absurdly tragic sexual thing happening here in Australia. Heaps of hot young German women come over here hoping to find them selves an Australian boy friend. I know that every horny young straight Aussy male would love to get him self a German girlfriend. And hay Aussy Men; we measure up to the German girls – right. Get your self over there and you are hot property. But German backpacker chicks and the Aussy Men can’t work it out! I was in a backpacker’s hostel in Adelaide and this Berliner Girl announces that she is going to find love, he is going to be an older Australian Man – shit that was me and she was really laying on the charm; but she din’t mean me. The next day she is boasting that some guy came up to her and offered to buy her a drink. She turned him down but he kept trying for a while. She thought this was funny and was very proud of her self. Not even a Berliner Girl can work it out – I tell you those girls are likely to offer to buy you a drink! One time in Fannie’s, a nightclub in Darwin in the eighties, I offered to buy a girl a drink, she accepted my offer, I handed her her drink and she took off to drink it with her friends – I kid you not. I over heard my sister’s friends talking about the clubbing the night before.
“This guy tried to sleaze on to me last night.”
“That’s nothing I had two guys try to sleaze on to me.”
“Ha – I had three guys try to sleaze on to me.”
You get sleazy women, they go to a lot of trouble to get the effect. Sleazy people like nice clothes, bars with shiny surfaces and lots of neon, they like to be seen getting in and out of fancy cars; look in side, get a whiff; now that’s sleazy – all show, no substance. The sleazy girls say they hate it “It is such a burden being me; constantly fighting off unwanted attention from sleazy men – the things I have to put up with.” 
Most of my sister’s friends talk about boys was about how they boys weren’t up to standard. “What make you think you deserve it that good?” Australian Men have a good reputation overseas and when the foreign women come visit they aren’t disappointed. “It’s true what they say about Australian Men, but what gives with the women?” The thing is our women have it as good as it gets; but they are constantly letting us know how we are not up to standard. The girls aren’t getting this so they aren’t fully aware of the fact they can get things wrong. Women can mess up in matters of love too, men can get hurt. You justify your feminist stance with a list of bad thing that happen to girls; but hay – all those things happen to boys too. Even when they know they have done wrong they feel justified because he didn’t come up to standard. Australian Men are being treated appallingly badly and we are dying out because of it we are not having enough babies. I know so many single men, perfectly good men that just don’t come up to the Australian Women’s standards.
You call on averages to say you are hard done by. But the average woman’s wage is less because the average woman’s work is less. What is an option for woman is expected of men. The alpha quality that gets people into possessions of power is more common in men than among women. Call on averages and you are going to get average results. Equal opportunity yes – but you can’t expect equal results because you aren’t equal. Don’t waist your energy on the average women, the average woman is perfectly capable of taking care of her own house. Concentrate on the exceptional woman, they are the ones that need a hand. Give these remarkable women what it takes to make a more feminine world. Try not to get bitter about the fact that that quality is less common in women than men; women tend to take a more supporting role, it’s just a more feminine thing to do. Many of the women who make it to the top do find them selves in a highly competitive masculine wold. They have some thing to complain about – but hay; that let you in. It’s a tough game at the top, if you want it – go for it, but don’t expect it to be easy; it isn’t easy for us either. Quit your winging and get on with taking advantage of your equal opportunity – if you want it, that is; don’t condemn those who decide to take care of affairs at home.
You cry an epidemic of Men murdering their wives, an average of one a week. That’s one woman a week murdered, not just by their wives – could be a jealous friend or a Mother, majority male partners, but all kinds of murderers. Men are four times more likely to be murdered that woman. Why is the average of one woman a week a national crisis, but the average of four men murdered a week of no concern? A third of domestic violence victims, where police or medical have to be bough in, are men being abused by their wives. Mothers are more likely to murder their children than fathers. Boys grow up with abusive mothers. Why are we constantly being told it is the bad men doing it to the good woman? It is not as simple as that – women can hurt, men can get hurt. But you girls think the ball is always in your court. What are you going to do – call me a cry baby, it’s nothing, man up?
My sister and a group of her friends took a boy friend of theres to Bannock where they protected him form the local woman. When my aunt found out he wasn’t with any of them and what they were doing she was horrified. 
“We’ve heard about what goes on around here, he’s a nice guy, we’re protecting him.”
“He doesn’t need protecting by you; he needs protecting from you!”
“If you knew what we have to put up with.” An Australian woman responds to my complaint. “What those Australian women have to put up with.” No – that’s not what the foreign women say when they leave the country.
Come on girls give up a break – you have to take us warts and all. I remember that eighties song with a canal boat going threw London “It’s got to be perfect, it’s got to be worth it, some people take second best, I won’t take anything less.” We are dying out because of this girls – you just expect too much of us; sorry but you have to drop your standards a little.