To the American man who stood next to me in the long taxi queue this morning in Singapore: You are gross. You are pathetic. Ive calmed down since our encounter and am taking my message to social media. I dont really care if you see this. Writing it just makes me feel better. You somehow assumed I was interested in the book you are writing about all that is wrong with American women. Did you not hear me when I told you that I am, in fact, an American woman?? I am interested only in publicly damning you in the form of a book review once this supposed book hits the shelves, though I doubt a publisher will touch it. You said that American women are the reason why men are flocking overseas to find Eastern European and Asian women who will honor and value them. You said it was our own damn fault. You said that we have totally emasculated the American male with our ambitions of economic freedom. You said that American women have just one ambition: to squeeze as much money out of their man and then kick him to the curb. American women no longer honor the institution of marriage and American men know this and that is why they are going overseas for companionship. You said you knew this to be true because your ex-wife squeezed every cent she could out of you and your divorce lawyer convinced you that all divorces these days are that way. Hmmm. I kind of figured you were divorced. You said that if I were to find myself suddenly single and out on the dating scene I would be a hardship case because, lets face it, men are on a primal search for young eggs and your eggs are old. You compared my potential plight to your own good fortune as a male because at age 55 you could date anyone. Older, younger - it didnt matter for a 55 year old male. Wow. Thats rich. You marveled that, You cant find a fat woman in Ukraine. They stay fit for their men. When I mentioned that I am running a half marathon on Sunday of my own free will and to serve as a role model for my children and nieces and nephew - at my advanced age - you responded that Ukrainian women dont need to run marathons to stay fit because they would never let themselves go in the first place. I didnt see the point in raising the number of triathlons Ive entered. You would probably just cast them as acts of desperation. You said that women who make more money than their male partners are just asking for trouble. You said that their ambitions spoil the dance and men cant relate. When I stated that if a man cant relate then it is his problem, not the womans, you insisted that this whole problem stems from feminism going waaaaaaay too far and that women need to stop being so ambitious, so challenging, so emotional, etc. We need to remember what it is to honor our men, to be sweet and demure. When I mentioned that MY marriage vows included BOTH my husband and I agreeing to honor EACH OTHER, you said that men understand those words, but women dont. You said that every assertion in your book is backed by data. You mentioned that your book not only lists the problems with American women, but also offers solutions. When I asked what your #1 solution is, you replied, Charm schools. We need to bring back charm schools and have women return to charm school. I responded with feigned interest and pointed out that there was a recent article in the International Herald Tribune about the decline of elite European finishing schools and to keep their doors open, they were welcoming a new type of student....males! You could only respond that you dont read the Herald Tribune. Right - thats obvious. I thought for a moment you were a crazy homeless man who had wandered into the taxi line. But no - you are a guest at my hotel. You had a room key in your pocket, behind which was an unattractive sweat stain. I was so angry I could not speak. I could SEE, however, that beer belly youre sporting. I could SMELL your body odor and notice your scraggly, shoulder length, greasy hair. Youre not exactly a specimen I would want to cuddle with. But then again, what do I know? Im just one of those American women whom you know so very, very well. I should be LUCKY to have a specimen like you. Especially at MY age, burdened with my very old eggs. You should never have been granted a passport. You should not be allowed to leave American shores. Your kind of ick should not be allowed to interact with anyone who might take you as a typical American man. You are a disgrace to American men; to men everywhere. You insulted me several times over the span of 20 minutes with your bile. You insulted every single woman I know. Stay home. I dont want you on the same continent as my husband and two sons. When I arrived at my destination colleagues took one look at me and asked, Are you okay?? I shared our exchange with them. My Asian female colleague said, I would have slapped him. My Eastern European female colleague said, I would have kicked him. My Irish male colleague said, I would have said, Youre lucky some woman hasnt pushed you in front of a moving train. And then I would have pushed him into the street traffic. So, consider yourself lucky you neanderthal pig. And God help you if I see you in the taxi queue tomorrow morning. I feel better now.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 14:17:35 +0000
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