Posted by
Brian Kennedy on Tuesday, October 17, 2006 4:33:33 PM
Kennedy Uncensored is my current column running in the Archway, it deals with a variety of political topics and how they relate to events on campus and national news. It includes my general opinion of the relationship between these factors. I usually have a new column every week, but I still write a Multiparisan Hackery article occaisionally.
This column was written when I was severely annoyed by the lack of respect for women on campus. It takes a shot at men, women, sexual liberation, and society as a whole. It appeared in the September 29th, 2006 Edition of the Archway. I've recieved a few good comments about this one as well.
Kennedy Uncensored: Special Edition: Men, Women, and Sex
The events in my life over the past weeks have compelled me to write this column. This will be a no holds barred, pointed analysis of the culture that seems to permeate college and, sadly, life in general. I simply serve this as a warning to anyone who tries to intimidate me or make me go against my principles: You will fail. Go back and take care of your own business. I neither want nor care for your temptations. I am hardly a saint and wish I were less of a sinner, but the fact remains that my principles do not shift and will not shift for anyone for any reason.
I have to wonder exactly what women’s lib and the sexual revolution brought society other than women who are the either witting or unwitting tools of men. The number of references to sex I must deal with on a regular basis are shocking in number and worse yet, convey to me a sense of underlying insecurity about oneself or outright contempt for any woman who would lay down with that man. The persons in the examples I am about to give will go unnamed, as I feel they will either be so embarrassed they shall not speak of it again, or they will go around getting high fives and “word ups” for managing to incite my rage.
For instance, just the other night there was an incident with a girl or two, and one of the persons said that they could not sleep with a woman because they were sober and she was drunk. They argued that they had to be drunk too or else if something went wrong they couldn’t blame it on drinking. Earlier that night, two others approached me about “random comments not being funny”, which somehow flowed into my lack of having nightly or near-nightly sex partners. Then I recall that the slogan for sex praised by Planned Parenthood and other Pro-Abortion agencies is “Safe is Sexy” or “Wear a condom”.
Where on earth all the self-respecting men have gone to? This society is full of emasculated BS. What kind of self-respecting man has to use beer as a crutch to hide his clear lack of respect for women? Just blame the beer; don’t try to actually respect the woman, she’s just a sack of meat with breasts and a vagina for your use, right? No, I don’t engage in nightly sexcapades, I have this insane idea you should get to know, love, respect, and trust a woman before engaging in sexual relations.
Then there are flavored condoms. What kind of woman gets off on tasting watermelon flavored latex, and what kind of man would concede to his partner that he doesn’t care what she wants to taste, he just wants to get his service and be done with it. If a woman ever asked me to do that, I’d tell her to get herself a watermelon from the store and come back to me when she’s ready to respect the attributes of my body for what they are. Never mind the fact that even if condoms were 99% effective at preventing pregnancy, their failure is the cause of 99% of “unwanted” pregnancies.
Maybe I’m just a throwback to a time that never existed. Maybe there was never was a time where they didn’t hand out pamphlets on date rape (due to its utter prevalence). Maybe there never was a time when women regarded their virginity as sacred rather than just something to be tossed out for the “liberating experience” of having sex before marriage. Maybe there never was a time when women cared more about the content of a man’s character than the content of a man’s pants. Perhaps I am engaged in pure fantasy trying to equate human beings to more than hairless gorillas in a constant state of estrus.
Have I set the bar too high? Is it too much to ask of mortal men to keep sacred their dignity and the dignity of the women they encounter? Is it too much to ask that the left-wing fishnet fairies stop trying to promote sexual “liberation” and try a little modesty and chastity for once? If my barometer of respect for women who are “sexually liberated” is accurate, these women are viewed as nothing more than drunken whores to be used at the leisure of men still cognizant enough to engage in sexual activity after a night of drinking. Congratulations risqué mavens of the sixties and seventies, a whole new generation of pregnant teenagers and college students are surely praising your bra-burning antics now.
I’m not done yet though, I’m not going to let society off the hook either. I am appalled when I see little girls dressed like streetwalkers. Get a clue lady, looking like a prostitute isn’t “cute” whether you are six, sixteen, or sixty. We have six year old boys who know more vulgarities than I do. We have television commercials and programs that glorify adultery, one-night stands, and sex before marriage. We have a bunch of punk rappers pawning off their “art”, which is full of nothing but expletives and sexual situations that keep their bling as king, their ho’ on the flo’, and their responsibility exiled to an alternate dimension, because it sure as heck isn’t mentioned in their songs.
This is the basic thrust of my argument: It does not matter if I am the last moral man on earth. I will not bend to the wills of the oversexed, drugged up, and knocked up place our society has become. I refuse to lower my standards to that of society, because the standards of society at current sew nothing but immorality and discord. It is time to restructure our society to show respect for women as a whole, not just in the 60 second commercial that condemns wife-beating that airs every other day. I am hardly asking for everyone to change overnight, but for heavens sake, stop selling your bodies out, grow a moral backbone, and demand society live up to its obligation of providing good role models, not narcissistic half-dressed has-beens who crucify themselves for attention or vulgar bottom dwellers from the streets whose only difference between what they are now and what they were then is that they have more bling, and they use it irresponsibly to promote the very life I thought they were trying to escape from.