Myself while talking to a younger girl...
"Sometimes you've got to put a bit of your heart in your head. Other times, drop your heart entirely."
I've decided to add a fun little section on this blog called "quotes." The reason why I'm adding it is because I've been told I say the oddest or funniest things, so I decided I'd share my apparent insanity with you all.
I haven't posted in ages. I've not much to say to you except that I want to talk to you about a problem that has been interfering with my life, and it's not even myself that has the problem.
I'm sorry to say I cannot offer reviews of the movies Black Christmas and Halloween, which I watched at the bash, as it was far too loud and chaotic to understand most of it - what a hell of a party! But here's some reviews of the other stuff I've watched since:
Dellamorte Dellamore - 5/5
Well, this is awesome. Dellamorte Dellamore is an Italian flick about zombies - but it isn't quite what you're thinking. This is an intelligent little film that blends in heavy, morose romance and some blackened comedy into the traditional George Romero mold.
It's really quite fascinating, the movie treading into dark waters with heavy political and social commentary squeezing its way into the fold alongside a well fit message of isolation and disappointment in one's career. Francesco Dellamorte is a very entertaining character to watch on screen, a sterling performance delivered by Mr. Rupert Everett indeed, and the side characters range from silly to agitating to downright creepy. There are a lot of small plotlines running through the first three quarters of the film, and it all makes for a package that is entertaining as well as stimulating, appealing to both those who love humor and those who love the dark, introspective side of film.
Another thing I like about this movie is the fact that it's marketed like one of those cheap 50s horror flicks. I mean, it's just great, paying homage to the classic shlock while also moving forward into the future. Dellamorte Dellamore packs a funny, gory, sexy and intelligent film that will knock all you Romero lovers off your seats. Highly recommended!
Halloween 2 - 4.25/5
Halloween was one of the best horror movies ever, and following it up would indeed be a difficult task, but Halloween 2 did the job fairly well. One thing I loved about the first one was how it captured the essence of Halloween perfectly, and this one is no different, just as Halloween-ish as ever, except now in a hospital instead of an old suburban home. The acting is good for slasher films especially, and the kills are cool, keeping to the spirit of the original. And I must also note how sleek and mature the whole thing is, compared to its companions at the time, with a sinister mood and a lot of black, completely hopeless moments that will leave you on the edge of your seat.
My only complaint here is the fact that they took away pretty much all of the mystique that made our slasher a horrifying enemy. Here they gave him a name, and a background, and with it he lost a lot of the mysterious allure behind him. The scariest part of the original Halloween was the fact that this was just some creepy mother****er going around cutting up teenagers on Halloween, and we just don't have that here.
It's still a good movie, though, so check it out if you want another film to satisfy your Halloween thirst.
Suspiria - 4.75/5
Colorful, ethereal, bizarre and sinister, Suspiria is a carnival of strange, bloody fantasy. Made by horror master Dario Argento, this movie has a cult following in many circles, and now I can see why. This is an extremely abstract little flick, with lots of bright, neon lighting covering up what would otherwise be a generic sort of slasher flick. Also doing the job is the mystique layered over the whole thing like whipped cream frosting. I won't spoil it for those of you who haven't seen it yet, but let me just say this is probably like nothing else you've seen before, with several downright ****ing scary moments!
The acting here is really atrocious, though, so that's why it didn't get a perfect score. Seriously, it's really bad, but the movie is good enough to where it doesn't matter.
If you want a suspenseful, unique romp through superstitions and urban myths, this will be your ticket. Pick it up today.
Happy Halloween!
Silent Night, Deadly Night - 4.75/5
This is fucking golden, man. Silent Night, Deadly Night is a slasher film in the vein of Halloween, but only this time WITH CHRISTMAS INSTEAD! Filled with delicious bloody slashing (in the typical creative Friday the 13th/Nightmare on Elm St. fashion, making for a lot of fun), gratuitous nudity and cheap filmmaking (although strangely more effective here than on counterparts like Friday III or The Burning, with some genuinely creepy and dark moments that will stay in your head for a long time), this movie just sleighs (pun intended).
In addition to being slasher gold, it's also very funny. With lines like "Let's get shitfaced!" from the ever-lovable store manager character, "It's just your imagination, Mr. Simms" (listen to the way the older female employee says this; it made me burst out laughing), and the great scene in which the police bust in on the "Santa Claus," in addition to some of the killings themselves, this packs a gamut of laughs for everyone.
And, hell, it's a movie about a serial killing Santa Claus.
Process that for a few seconds.
This is gold for the bad movie fans. Highly recommended.
Next: Dellamorte Dellamore
The Wizard of Gore (1970) - 3.25/5
While its strange, mystical sense of suspense aids it, this movie is pretty mediocre in all other aspects, and yet I still find myself enjoying it. It's got terrible acting, bad picture quality and shaky, flawed transitions between scenes (and even stranger ones when it tries to demonstrate the Wizard's "power"), but it's still enjoyable. I wouldn't call this a horror movie so much as a strange combination of fantasy and gore, but it fits my Halloween bill well enough. The Wizard of Gore doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but then, like Phantasm, it isn't really supposed to.
There is a 2007 remake of this around, and I might just be inclined to check it out, to see what modern filmmaking could do for this little gem...
Next: Silent Night, Deadly Night (1984)
The Burning (1981) - 3.5/5
Of all the Friday the 13th ripoff movies that came out in the early 80s, this one seems to get a lot of recognition, being a similar camp story with boobs, blood and gore all around, and a deadly killer who you don't see until the end. The acting is pretty shitty, but some of the characters are enjoyable to watch while they're on screen. The movie starts off a bit shakily, with an extremely sloppy and amateurish scene where a prostitute is murdered, but after that it gets better. Also notable is the strange soundtrack, featuring a wide variety of different types of music that don't always work perfectly with the story, but they are pretty cool anyway.
The real star here is Tom Savini and his special effects and makeup work. Seriously, some of the gore here, on this uncut version, is just awesome, with the standout being the raft scene, in which the killer bloodily dismembers and disfigures about seven people in a span of a few seconds - and then the scene later on in which the others find the raft and are subsequently grossed out. Gross? Yes. Cool? Definitely yes.
Another interesting thing about The Burning is how Friday the 13th IV, a much more popular film, got so much influence from it. Just look at the ending, and you'll see what I mean. The Burning is a pretty bad movie, but I liked it, and so will you, if you're looking for B-grade slasher glory.
Next: The Wizard of Gore (1970)
I've been thinking about an incident which happened to me some time during the beginning of the school year.
At the beginning of this semester, I was placed at a locker by the attendance office. Several other people were placed there, too, including a boy who I soon discovered myself was a "special needs" student who looked like he was Native or a weird combination of Portugese and something else. Before I knew he had an illness, I thought he was strange... he kept snapping at everything, slammed lockers all the time... even followed me and called me names like "babe" and "honey", which made me want to beat the living shit out of him. I was starting to feel a lack of safety when I was around him. I considered moving to a different locker, which was around the time that I found out he had a mental condition, and thus, he wasn't really accountable for his behaviour.
I still moved to a new locker. I lied to the school and gave them a bullshit reason which I cannot recall right now, but it solved my problem. I never see the guy following me anymore, and when I see him, I ignore him. It may make me seem like a jackass, but what if someone kept following you and called you names that provided for really awkward situations? And, this may make me seem like an even bigger jackass, but what if he tried to hit me? I think I'd have the right to hit him back in defense. But anyway, this thought is leading to our subject of the day:
There have been schools set up exclusively for special needs students in the past few years. Not only has this prevented awkward interaction between mentally retarded and healthy teenagers, but it has allowed for such special needs students to get an education more specific to them. Kind of like what women's colleges like Brescia (Canadian university-level college in London, Ontario) do for women. So, my question is... how would you feel about a system that permanently separates special needs students from regular highschools and regular elementary schools?
And by the way, don't say I don't understand the consequences of using the word "retarded." It's a word that's medically valid. If you think I'm insensitive for it, I'll tell you in advance that my brother is mentally retarded with Asperger's Syndrome, a form of Autism.
Phantasm (1979) - 4/5
This is a much-revered horror classic, and it's easy to see why. It's supernatural, it's edgy and it's also very dark and grainy, both in picture quality and mood! What they don't tell you is how this movie basically comes off as a long, elaborate crack fantasy, filled with bright lights, magic and...well, yellow mustard blood. But it is pretty creepy at times, with decent performances from all the actors for their respective genre and some very good atmospheric moments, like pretty much every time you see the Tall Man.
And speaking of Angus Scrimm, he is damned creepy here. Seriously, you would be running and screaming too if you saw this guy running after you. That's right, running. He puts the typical laughable horror stereotype of walking serial killers catching their sprinting victims down with ease. Great performance.
Phantasm doesn't make much sense, and it is pretty thin at times in terms of plot, but it is a fun watch, and essential if you're a B-horror fan. Get this one this Halloween, and make sure to keep the lights on...
Next: The Burning (1981)
For a course I'm taking, Challenges and Changes in Society, I had to act as a social scientist. I was picked to act as the father of sociology, Emile Durkheim. Here is my ultra-groovy script:
I was born for this, right? Anyway, at the 3rd paragraph, I went up to my friend who acted as Karl Marx the previous day for his social scientist presentation, and he was quite... shocked, I guess? Everyone was laughing. We all had a good time.
Hi there, folks. Larry here. I don't know where Flora is in all of this, but I told her I'd be active at this, and time permits me to be so, right now. If this blog is going to remain active, then I'll continue posting stuff, and more regularly from now on. October is coming up, and that means Halloween, and although most of you don't know me, that means that I'll be diving into a gamut of pulpy, bloody, sinister horror movies, and with any luck, I'll be providing reviews for your consumption every week or so. If I don't post them here, you can find them at the following links:
--->http://www.metal-archives.com/board/viewtopic.php?t=39103&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0
--->http://miscutopia.20.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=3
Will include reviews of the following:
The Burning (1981)
Suspiria
Opera (1987)
When a Stranger Calls (1979)
...and many more.
Until next time, all!
Why do people get so goddamned bored so easily? I mean, sure, it happens every now and again, but in my travels across this barren Internet, I notice it happening WAY TOO OFTEN. Seriously, every day, it's "Man, I am so BORED," "I'm boooooooooooored," et cetera. I know not everyone has the means to travel around to places outside of their own homes - usually those who are under 18 and living with their parents - but hey, that doesn't automatically constitute boredom. There are plenty of things to do in the comfort of your own home. The only excuse you have for being so bored is if you're a sex slave locked in a basement, and in that case, if you have access to a computer, why not call for help?
Otherwise, no, there is no excuse. Read a book. Watch a movie. Go outside and take a walk. Too attached to your music? Bring the iPod or MP3 player along with you. Call a friend. Draw a picture. Write a story. Do some homework. Help a stranger. Pet a dog. Build some weapons of mass destruction. Educate yourself.
I mean, surely, there is something you can do, right? You can't be that uncreative, can you? Can you?!
So, I've decided to post again, yet I lack the inspiration. I guess I could just tell you guys pretty much anything that's been going on in my life, but that can be summed up in one word: nothing, and expanded into nothing. You can't really brainstorm on a topic about nothing, unless you're writing an episode of Seinfeld. And my life, it seems, has been going in that direction.
The music: this is all I have to say for my summer. Want to know what I've been doing? Listening to music. I've not even the inspiration to write my own, and haven't for a few months. I can't say I fully regret it though... I mean, I did discover some pretty cool gems. However, I've also, unfortunately, encountered albums like The Crucible of Man by Iced Earth. Avoid this like the plague, unless you're an insomniac who needs something to help them get to sleep. This will bore you into a coma.
Then there's the departure of someone I despise more than The Crucible of Man. Due to that, I've less reason to get angry, and more reason to be comfortable... with myself, with what is, rather than what isn't. A more peaceful state of mind was gained from this. And now I've learned he isn't coming back until October or November, but let's hope for next September, or possibly not until I move out. And I'll definitely be gone by next September.
But then there was the fact that I couldn't see my friends. You see, both of them have these problems... I won't go into it, but these problems did a fine job of disallowing them from seeing me. And these friends are two people. I have horrible trust issues, so I can't trust more than a few people. It's been lonely. My best friend's mom won't let me or her friends come to her birthday party, which is today. I can't say I liked my summer, but hey, read paragraph three again.
This is my review for A New Dimension of Might by Trail of Tears, which I originally made for Encyclopaedia Metallum, AKA the Metal Archives. The original page can be found here
A whisper sounds in the night as you exit the Publix at which you work the last shift. Your feet sound like the rolling thunder on the pavement as your heartbeat starts to grow. The trees rattle and the wind howls. You wish you were at home, safe under your blankets with the lights on, but your car seems so far away, and why have your legs turned to jelly? You are uneasy. With every step, you are drawn further into paranoia and blind, naked fear. You start to notice everything wrong with the scene: how the doors of your car are just so slightly ajar, how your head feels like a lead weight, the splotches of dark red blood staining the dry, reedy grass. The bent, rusted tricycle leaning up against the tree to your left, creaking helplessly in the wind. The mirthless, cold, high pitched laughter, ringing in your ears long after it fades away, still coming at you on all sides.
If you are anything like me, this sort of thing is exactly the kind of literature that quenches your thirst. That little blurb I wrote up there is a teaser of what would usually keep you interested. That sense of claustrophobia, of anxiety. Of fright, and especially of high-flying ecstasy. You probably also enjoyed the movie The Ruins, in which a group of innocent, if horny and sometimes jealous, young adults are left stranded atop an abandoned archaeological dig in Mexico, where they end up slowly tortured and bloodied, one by one. You found immense enjoyment in such movies as Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Hellraiser. You probably read HP Lovecraft and Stephen King. You find yourself fascinated by the strangest and most outrageous news tales. The darker, the better. No matter how perverse or twisted. You are repelled, but at the same time you are fascinated. You want to know more. You want to know why, every single little detail, every minute speck. Every reason behind the madness in the world.
For instance, this: http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2008/07/31/greyhound-transcanada.html. A man decapitates a passenger sitting next to him on a grayhound bus. Surely this is a heinous act, so why do I find myself curious as to the circumstances? Why am I so morbidly fascinated? I mean, it's fucked up. It's really fucked up. It's an atrocity, plain and simple, but it's also fascinating. As I stated above, I want to know more, because the human psyche is an incredible thing. What possessed this man to do what he did, and how much of a danger is something like this to humanity? And then, being the demented creative mind that I am, I ask, how can I exploit this in a story?
Why are we drawn to the dark? It is certainly not normal or socially acceptable. We are certainly not raised that way. They talk against horror movies and darker literature in Sunday School. Don't read it or else your soul will go to the devil. You know. From birth, we're taught to fear the bogeyman and the grim reaper and other such creatures of the night. We're told innumerable bed time stories telling of why they should be feared, and it becomes imprinted into us to condemn these things and avoid them. We keep night lights on as young children. We don't look under the bed, or in the closet. When we see a dark room, we turn on a light.
Once we grow out of that sort of blind, obedient fear, we become curious. While it obviously varies from person to person, I would pinpoint this stage at around the latter half of the single-digit-number age years. You started to make more friends around that time, and with your friends you traipsed around the neighborhood like you were the kings of the world. Cops and robbers, capture the flag, hide and seek, all of it. But what about when you grew bored? The curiosity of a child is something boundless and wild. Did you ever take your closest group of friends and venture into places that you were told were dangerous? Did you go down into the woods and stay there, defiantly waiting to prove that you could stand up to the ghosties and goblins that lay within? Did you ever say Bloody Mary three times in a row in front of a mirror in the dark? Did you ever tell ghost stories sitting around in your friend's room, with the lights off and the curtains closed?
Now, some kids grow out of that eventually. They go on to become successful lawyers and doctors, or maybe they don't, and maybe they only amount to a janitor or a secretary in an office. Maybe they go home at night after a long day cleaning the shitty toilets and the spilled urine on the tile floors and the trash, and all other manner of discarded waste, to see their children sitting on the couch, munching Doritos and watching a television program so tastefully dubbed MASTERS OF HORROR MARATHON. They turn the TV off, exclaiming in disgust that those movies weren't good for the childrens' psyches. They send them to bed, where the creepy-crawlies sniff and scratch up to the surface to take them in their nightmares.
These nightmares? They come from those who are naturally drawn to the dark. They come from those who never grew out of the curiosity that blossomed in them as a child. We are drawn to the dark. Who really knows why? It varies from person to person, from sick mind to sicker mind. We aren't scared by what lurks under the bed or behind that dark corner, or in the attic, so we set out to find something that does scare us. We are like journeymen on an expedition, except instead of the tip of some faraway mountain, we search for something that can remind us what it feels like to be really, truly scared. We want to feel that old thrill, like we're going down a huge roller coaster - think Islands of Adventure, perhaps. We like that frozen chill running down our backs. We see talent and gusto in those who can scare us, because it is not an easy feat - and those of us with good taste, we appreciate that talent, and thus is born our lust for good horror stories. Those of us who write or direct, we make more horror stories not only to scare the uninitiated "normal" folk, but to impress those like us. Those who are also drawn to the dark.
In the end, a lot of the stuff that "normal" people find revolting and disgusting is just really damned cool, no other way around it. It's an acquired taste, but so are all cool things in life. It's a form of escapism, except it's for people who don't want to escape via dragons and dwarves or spaceships and aliens. Real life is trying and oftentimes droll and drab. You all come home at night, and we all turn out the lights. You all brush your teeth after the credits start rolling on Fresh Prince or Who Wants to be a Millionaire, and you all tuck yourselves into bed. But are you drawn to the dark?
Flora, upon deciding that she wanted to interview someone, and knowing that I could not come up with much to write here, decided to interview me for my introduction to this blog.
Flora says: So, Larry, please tell us some basics about yourself. You know, where you live, where you were born, how old you are, your interests, all that jazz.
Larry Griffin says: Okay, will do. I was born on February 2nd, 1991 in Florida, USA. I was the last person born on the busiest day of this brand new hospital - Arnold Palmer's, for whoever is in the area - and I was the first child ever to live in my current residence, which was basically an exclusively old folks' home. In my spare time, I write, exercise, read or watch movies. I also like long walks on the beach and romantic dinners by candlelight with a pretty lady.
Flora says: Okay so, why were you living in an old folks' home?
Larry Griffin says: Because that is where we lived, I guess.
Flora says: Well, I can just as easily say my family lived in a shit house when we came to Canada because that is where we lived, but it is because we were poor refugees that pretty much just came there. So, I'm sure there must be some reason why you ended up living in an old folks' home
Larry Griffin says: Well, really, there isn't one, aside from the fact that that's where my parents chose to live, perhaps for the fact that they just got a good deal, or that it is a safe place. As I've grown up, I've seen that there are barely any crimes here at all, and that it's easy to be able to walk freely in the streets without trouble. I think this might be a problem when I don't live here anymore.
Flora says: Why do you think there's so little crime where you lived? Also, you said you were the first child to ever live in your current residence. Do you have any brothers or sisters, or are you an only child?
Larry Griffin says: There is no crime here because it is a closed off gate community. I am the first child in my family. I do have a younger sister though.
Flora says: Okay, well you seem to like reviewing music a lot, and you seem to like music in general, a lot more than the average population. What is it about music that is so intriguing to you?
Larry Griffin says: I don't think I do so much, these days. I have been busier and more distracted with other things, as well as listening to some different stuff I haven't tried before. I review music because that's how I am, critical of mostly everything.
Flora says: Why do you find yourself to be "critical of mostly everything"? What aren't you so critical about?
Larry Griffin says: That's just how I am. I find that it lets me enjoy the good things in life more, if I can pick out what isn't so good.
Larry Griffin says: I'm not critical about...well, really, I don't know. I'm not too picky about movies a lot of the time, as is evidenced in my usually consistent ratings.
Flora says: Then what is your favourite movie, and why?
Larry Griffin says: Pulp Fiction, simply because it's very enjoyable and charming, if you will.
Flora says: Alrighty. Well, a writer always has his/her/whatever's starting point, and a good number of times, they regret their works made at this stage of their writing career. Do you have any regrets as a writer? Why?
Larry Griffin says: I don't think so, regrets as a writer...it strikes me as pretty stupid, frankly. Everyone has their starting points, and if you're ashamed of them or regret them, then it shows a good deal of insecurity on your part. Now, I'm not saying you have to like your past works so well, or that you can't be critical of them, but there's no need to be ashamed of them. Everyone has their building blocks.
Flora says: What are your "styles of writing"? And by styles of writing, I mean, for example... mine are politics, comedy, song-writing - lyrics and instrumentals, and stuff about the news.
Larry Griffin says: Interesting, interesting. I have dabbled in many genres as I've practiced writing, from superheroes to fantasy/action, to horror and mystery...but I only really got serious about it earlier this year, while writing a black comedy/satire called Around the Bend.
Since then, I have developed ideas for other stories along the same lines, mostly inspired by Chuck Palahniuk, author of Fight Club and Lullaby, among others. I am attracted mainly to the weirdness and eccentricity of it, while the stories themselves remain serious when you get past the weirdness.
I am also quite inspired by humor/comedy writer Carl Hiaasen, who writes books about Florida and satirizes the odd culture of the place. Interesting reads.
I am also influenced by more "nerdy" things, although I have never cared about such terminology, like comic books or B horror films.
The one road block I have is the fact that I am pretty much devoid of any real cultural knowledge, having never traveled outside of my native Florida, and barely even anywhere in the state itself. This hinders me, but I get by.
Flora says: I feel dumb, I don't know of any of those people (I'm a Time Magazine and news type, FUCK BOOKS! )
Tell me about your black comedy, Around the Bend
Larry Griffin says: Haha, do not feel dumb, I don't know many of the "popular" authors myself. I just discover as I go at my own pace.
Larry Griffin says: Around the Bend is, as I imagine would be written on the book jacket, "a high-octane, sex-crazed romp through the black curtain of normalcy." It revolves around a fireman who is generally tired of his life. He is a failed writer, lacking any creativity to make a real story, and he likes to spend his time by himself, reading and keeping up with his taxes, in his large, three story home, in which he lives alone.
One day, he decides to run into a fire alone to try and save a young girl who is trapped inside.
He falls to the ground and loses consciousness, later awoken in a hospital, saved by a colorful, energetic pimp who runs a skin club on the edges of the city. He becomes friends with the pimp, and the story is a recount of the events that lead to his current position, sitting on Death Row, spiced up with doses of black humor and bloody action.
Flora says: That's pretty fucking good. Better than the stuff I've been coming up with lately... you should put your comedy on DeviantArt, they have a thing where you can save text.... but anyhow.. what are your biggest inspirations to write?
Larry Griffin says: On Deviant Art? I don't think so
My biggest inspirations? Reading books, that is the secret to it. Just reading fills me with creativity and ideas to write.
Flora says: What is your favourite book?
Larry Griffin says: I'd say The Stand by Stephen King, bit of an odd choice, but then again I never had the most amazing tastes.
I merely write for those like myself, not those looking for literary masterworks.
I suppose another inspiration of mine was Quentin Tarantino's movies, actually, because they are just cool, despite often messy and silly. They are representations of what the man wants to see on film, and my writing is the same in that respect, except for paper, you get the idea.
Flora says: Fuck, I don't know what else to ask. Well, looks like we're done! Welcome to the team.
Well, for some of you more observant folk, you'll have noticed that we have a new writer on our team of writers, Larry Griffin. He's done a lot of music reviews for metal, and I am confident in his ability to write about anything else. If you want, you can read some of his reviews.
I'm not saying all Vegans are zealots, but my god, I read this today in Slate, and I have to say, some people need to get lives. According to this, Vegans have been fighting for insect rights for some decades, but mainly have been focusing on the rights of honey bees.
Talk about needing to get laid, eh?
There are some men in this world, and some women in this world, that will go around claiming that their gender is superior to the other. Reasons vary from bodily advantages/disadvantages, emotional intelligence, academic intelligence, to societal contributions. However, let it be noted that none of these reasons are more tangible than the other, and thus, this makes it harder to weigh each of them out against each other in an objective manner. Though such claims of superiority are made by males, at least in North American society (because goddess cultures do not count with said male-dominant claims), said claims are also made by females. Since superiority claims are made more-so by the former group, we will take a look behind the reasons for it in the respect of males.
The most obvious first reason of all would be the fact that, yes, we, as females, are born as less of physically-strong specimens than men are. Because we’re born with about 10% less chance for muscle growth (or some shit like that, but you get the point), we don’t get stronger as quickly as men do. However, we have naturally more honed physical abilities than men… why do you see that the most famous dancers, skaters, gymnasts, etc are female? There’s that certain level of flexibility and endurance that match up brilliantly with the female body that we have. What we may not have in strength, we have in other physical abilities.
Secondly, there’s the “men have made more contributions” claim. This, however, seems like a sticky statement. Think about it: before the early 1900’s, women were basically put on the same level as an insane man. You weren’t allowed to get an education, you couldn’t get a job, and if you were married, you’d be considered your husband’s property, to put it plainly. Also, let’s say you were a chick in that time and you made the most incredible invention ever. However, a male friend or your husband decide to cash in on the situation and say that they did it. According to the customs of the time, no one would believe that the woman made the invention and would definitely believe the men over the women. Why not? They’re the ones with the education, and they’re not the ones who are considered property. Therefore, this argument is invalid because most of North American history and most other world history existed before the time that women were entitled to equal opportunities (which isn’t even established in lots of countries in the world to this day). It’s like this: it’s easier to master the guitar when you have a teacher and material to learn and study from, not when you have nothing at all besides the guitar itself.
The reasoning I hear less than the 2 listed above but still quite frequently with male superiority claim is what I like to call the academic claim. Yes, we know that men are more left-brain oriented than women, and thus, that’s why you see that a lot of math and science heroes are male (but we all love Madame Curie!). However, what men seem to have in academics, they lack in the ability to relate and communicate with people. It has been proven that this ability helps to increase one’s ability in academic performance and other areas of life, so is something that transcends merely having more friends or more sociability.
I’m not going to put some gay concluding paragraph with some kind of morale, because I’d rather hear from you and get some intelligent discussion started. If you have absolutely anything to say about what I wrote, or would like to add something, that’d be splendid. Thank-you for hearing me out.
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