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Men Bashing

Jason is *forcing* me to make this page. All because of his newest addition to his page An explanation of why I hate most females. In Jason's page, he proceeded to go on and on about why *most* females are nothing but bitches, who think only of themselves, and use any guy they meet. Hrm... I could add some stuff on this subject. ;)

First of all, I'd like to say that I know quite a few females who really *are* nothing but the using conniving bitches Jason describes in his page. But I also know a *lot* more *males* who fit that type of description, as well as a few other descriptions I can think of. Most of which do *not* include friendly words ;)

Maybe I've just been unlucky enough to have a *lot* of bad run in with guys who are complete jerks. Or maybe every female has this problem. Still, regardless, I seem to have found a severe shortage of *decent* guys, and find myself sometimes wondering if they exist at all. Sure, I've met those friendly guys. At least that's how they *appear*. But when I get to know them better, I found them not to be quite the same as they had seemed.

I guess I was first interested in guys around 3rd grade. (this is not including my boyfriend I had in kindergarten, whose name was Jeremy, but I called Jermy). I became interested in a guy named Troy, whom *every* girl in the school liked. Why? I have not a clue. Even in 3rd grade he was a complete player. He had, get this, a *list* of girls he planned on going out with, in the *order* he planned to date them, with how *long* he planned to date them. I remember that my friend Sarah was third from the top of the list at one particular time, and she was *soo happy*. Looking back on this, I have to wonder.. 'What was wrong with us?' 'What was wrong with *him*?' My crush on Troy lasted until the end of 5th grade sadly enough. At which point, I moved to Montana and lost touch with people.

What did I learn from Troy? Nothing. Well, nothing except that guys can be jerks. It sure didn't stop me from making mistakes though. My first major broken heart occurred in 8th grade. During this period of time, I had started dating a 'popular' guy in school who I thought was terrific. I think I'll leave his name out. He swore he loved me, and wanted to be with me.. I was *sooo* caught up in this guy. Then this guy forced me into stuff I didn't want to do. (Sorry, I don't feel like going into anymore detail than that, although I'm sure you get a fairly good idea what I mean, it isn't hard to figure out). I was so heartbroken. That wasn't enough though. Then he proceeded to tell the whole school that I fucked him, and this and that. It was terrible. I went from not knowing many people to being known by *everyone*. Everywhere I went, people were talking.. looking at me, whispering about me. I tried to avoid it, but it was impossible. My *teachers* were even harassing me, yes, my *teachers*. Implying that I was a slut and that I was easy. My 'friends' were talking (male *and* female, I might add) about me behind my back and right in *front* of me and then adding an "oops, I'm *so* sorry Paige, I didn't mean to say it.." What could I say? "Oh, it's ok" Basically, this guy put me through a *lot* of shit, emotionally and physically. Shit I am still learning to deal with every day.

After my lovely choice in that guy, I moved on. It took over 6 months for me to date again, and longer than that to even kind of trust. I admit I was a bitch in that time.. breaking up with guys for no reason. Really I had a reason, I just wouldn't admit it. I was scared. Scared? I was terrified. I was terrified I'd be forced into something I didn't want to do. Terrified that I was worth nothing and that I'd be made a fool. Terrified.. I don't even think I knew what all I was terrified of. After a full year, I finally kissed someone again. Finally I was starting to let go. I was moving on. It felt *great*.

At the beginning of freshman year, I met this guy, Jason. He also happened to be the brother of my friend Melissa, although I met him at school, not through her. He was hot, and nice. Seemed like an all around great guy. But we were only friends. He was a sophmore at the time, and I knew he wasn't interested in me. One night I stayed at Melissa's house, and before I knew it, there was just this *connection* between me and Jason. I was starting to like him *so* much and he was such a great guy! He gave me flowers, always payed attention to me, and made me feel beautiful and special. I just liked the guy. A lot. (Yes, I was foolish, and I know it, deciding so much in one night..) He had a girlfriend at the time (*warning*) but that didn't faze me much. I knew, just *knew* that something special would happen between me and Jason.. He broke up with his girlfriend that night.. for *me*. I felt bad for his girlfriend, but I mean, I *really* like this guy. (Did I mention really really *really*?)

Things went great after that night. For awhile anyhow. Things went from perfect to terrible so fast, it sent my head spinning. We were talking on the phone late one night, as we did almost every night. And he was telling me how he 'loved' me and then the next thing I knew, he was giving me this dumb speech about how "I love you Paige, but I think we should just be friends." "You deserve so much more, and you mean the world to me.." "It just isn't going to work out because I'm not good enough." Things went from great, to zero, and the next thing I knew I was off the phone and I was just totally crying. I refused to go to school the next day.. I think it was partly because I didn't want to face him, and partly because I was so sad. My mom understood and called me in sick.

That day I finally decided I wanted to see some friends. Well I went to see this girl Jen at the middle school right after school. She was at her locker and I said hi and she was surprised to see me (especially since the middle school let out before the high school and I was there before I should have been out of school) and she started rambling on about things. I just stood their quietly and finally she asked me what was wrong. I told her Jason broke up with me and she said she was sorry and gave me a big hug. We walked to the high school and I decided to talk to Jason. I went to his locker, and I said hi. He barely even *looked* at me and said 'hi' and told me he didn't have time and that he'd talk to me later. I walked outside and my friend Drew came up and asked me what was up with me and Jason. I told him we had broken up and he said, "That's good, because I was going to tell you that he was all over this girl named Christina today."

By the end of that week, Jason was *all* over Christina *every* day between *every* class, *right across the hall from my locker*. Yes, from my locker. He was totally flaunting it in my face. I couldn't believe it. Then, about a month later, he broke up with Christina and swore he loved me, only to start dating a girl named Chris two days later. Anyway, enough about Jason.

Other than Jason, I've had *tons* of guys screw me over. And I mean *tons*. Since that guy that forced me into stuff, people have gotten this great lovely idea, that I am good for sex. They have decided that I am *so* good for sex, that not only do they have to try to sweet talk their way into bed with me, *but* they also have to make up tons of stories about actually *having* sex with me. Let's see. While I was in 8th grade I supposedly had sex with 3 seniors from a school across town at the *same* time. I have also slept with just about *every* guy in this town. I have even heard rumors about myself in *Great Falls* a town that is about an hour away from here. It's sad. At first it bothered me a lot. I spent most of my 8th grade year living in depression, which seemed to bring on sickness, and spent most of 8th grade sick with mono, sinusitis, tonsillitis, bronchial lung infections.. whatever. I also spent the year very depressed. I cried constantly. I couldn't face anyone. I'm dealing with the rumors now. I'm ignoring them, even laughing about them.. Still, they are very childish. And I'm not just saying that only *men* gossip. Of course, only the men make up stories about me sleeping with them. But the females are a great source for those rumor's to spread. I've had more than one 'friend' come in my house and say "But you're such a slut Paige! You slept with so and so and so and so and even so and so! Not to mention three guys at once!" All of this right in front of my mom. And my mom would just look at me with a smile and reply, My Paige, you get around. What have I told you about controlling those hormones. I know you can't always resist, but at least limit yourself to one at a time.. and for heavens sake, try not to let everyone find out" or something similar and I'd just crack up laughing. I'd say, "But *mom*. I couldn't help it! You would have done the same thing" And that 'friend' would totally be in shock and just shut up.

Recently (yes, rumor's still circulate about me after 4 years) there have been rumor's about me being pregnant. Not *only* was I supposedly pregnant, but I was pregnant *4* different times in less than a *month* Boy can you imagine my surprise when I heard this, and of course I thanked these people for informing me, because it *was* rather nice to know. -Sigh- I hate always being the last to know things about myself. But the funniest part about the whole thing, was the guys' reaction to it. I had *soo* many guys freaking out.. "I hope it's not my kid!!!" And I just couldn't resist laughing. I was like, "Hell, I think you're overreacting. I mean you *only* made up the part about sleeping with me! I'm sure it couldn't be your kid." Sometimes I wonder if people actually believe in their lies.

I've also had relationship after relationship with men who simply tried and tried to get me to have sex with them, and when this failed, simply 'didn't want to have a girlfriend' or 'felt like being just friends' or even 'realized it wasn't working out'. There were even an occasional few, who simply said 'You stupid bitch, you wouldn't fuck me. It's over.' and a couple of people who said 'I thought you put out for everyone? What's your problem?' Now even those the latter of those people were quite rude, I suppose it *was* kind of nice to have the honest truth for once. Still, it was hard to deal with. I found myself wondering if a nice guy could and would ever exist, and wondering 'Is their just something wrong with me?

Men think women gossip. Now I have to admit, this *is* true, but are these men forgetting about the *male* gossiping? I mean guys are talking about 'I fucked so and so' and stuff like that. Trust me, they are, deny if it you wish, but that doesn't change the truth. And I guess it wouldn't be *quite* as bad if these guys *had* in fact had sex with these females. But in reality, the majority of these men, simply make it up. For their 'image'. So they can be considered 'cool' by their friends. Now personally, I still haven't figured out what's so 'cool' about bragging about how you've slept with as many people as you possibly can, whether you have or not. I don't see what's so 'cool' about telling *everyone* about your personal life, whether you've made it up, or it does in fact exist. I always thought this was *private* knowledge. So if you know something *I* don't let me know please cause I would *love* to know the point of this. Do men *enjoy* being sluts? What does it prove? Are they having a competition to see who can get the most diseases by the time they reach 30??? *Please*. Give me a break!

I always feel kind of bad for my mom. When she was my age, my aunt was *really* popular. She was Junior Miss Pennsylvania (or something like that) and I guess most of the guys wanted her. They would actually take my *mom* out on dates, and then go to school the next day saying " I scored with Barb Lias' little sister last night" When in truth nothing had happened. And it wasn't my mom they liked. It was just the fact that she was *Barb's* little sister. Now I find that *extremely* wrong. I mean, come on, you date a person because you *like* them, not because they are related to someone, or because they are rich, or because you feel they will put out, or because you think they are hot. Personally, I think personality means more than anything. And anyone who only goes for 'hot' and 'good looking' people are stupid.

Hrm, I'm kind of getting off track. Let me tell you, I think Jason did a terrific job with his page. I'm sure I won't be able to do *nearly* as well with mine. I kind of get side tracked a lot.. but I'm trying ;)

Anyway, what is up with men and body parts? I mean, guys are *soo* worried about how big a girl's chest is, or their ass... Why? I mean, does this really affect how you *feel* about a girl? Or do feelings not matter anymore? Jason made a comment about girls discussing dick sizes. Now, while I *do* know females who have done this, and I will *not* claim to never do this, I would *never* base my decision on a guy based on how big or small he is. I mean, come on! What really matters? A guy who is genuinely a nice guy? Or how big he is? I don't think that should be all *that* hard of a decision, and I think guys should realize this as well. Females *aren't* objects that have to be perfect in shape to be worth your time.

Now I suppose I can't *really* complain about guys, because I'll be the first to admit I'm kind of guy crazy at times. I mean, I love my boyfriend so much, and I hope to spend the rest of my life with him. Most of my friends have always been guys. I just always got along with them better. My mom tried to tell me this was because I was so special and pretty, and such a great person, and that girls didn't like me much because they was jealous. But I'm pretty sure this is just something my mother told me because, well. She's my mother ;) Mother's do that. Regardless, I was never liked much by the girls, and even if I was liked, I preferred to hang with the guys. Guys can be terrific friends.

Cheating. Boy. I could discuss this subject for a long time I'm sure. Jason goes on to talk about how women are always cheating, and about how on a talk show only *women* step forward to admit to their cheating, and they choose to do it on *public* television. Now, I must agree, they are coldhearted to do this in public. But I've thought that about a lot of shows, such as ones about 'You're so fat' and 'I really can't stand you' and/or 'It's over' type shows. I can't imagine taking someone on public television and hurting them for the whole country to see. It's wrong. *But* I do have an idea, as for why maybe only women came forward to say something on that show... (mind you this is only a guess, and I can't be sure, but *kawf* it wouldn't surprise me) Maybe, just maybe, only women came forward, because the men don't care enough to even tell their wives/girlfriends. Hell, I know *soo* many guys that cheat on their girlfriends *all* the time. I mean it's like *constant*. And what really sucks is when a guy I'm friends with is cheating on a girl I'm friends with. Because then I *always* get stuck in the middle. If I tell her, he hates me. If I don't, when she finds out, she hates me. I swear, it sucks. Plus, I've had tons of guys cheat on me. Girls are the ones mainly cheating? I don't think so. I mean, face it. Men seem to have this *terrible* problem with controlling their hormones. And it's like some famous excuse. 'I can't help it I'm so horny' or their's always the 'I was drunk and didn't know what I was doing.' I can think of a long long list of excuses. And the fact of the matter *is* most of these men, don't even *tell* the person they cheated on, until she either .. 1. Finds out or 2. Is about to find out. I mean sure, their are some guys out their who make an honest mistake, and who tell their partners. But I mean, how many do you think actually do that? And yes, their are females who cheat. But from what I've heard and seen, it has been mainly males cheating.

And just what *is* it about males that make them go around bragging about how many inches they are and how long they can have sex for? I guess this isn't anything horrible, but I mean, I just don't get it. And since I'm on the subject of guys, I might as well throw it in. I also wonder why guys have an obsession for belching and farting in public, and then *telling* everyone, in case someone hadn't noticed, scratching themselves, along with a number of other things that don't strike me as attractive in the least.

And I also wonder just *why* it is that guys feel the need to check out every girl they see, even *if* they are with their girlfriends. And they think we don't notice this. But we do. Do you realize how shitty it feels when you're with you're guy and he starts *drooling* over some other girl? I mean come on. It's stupid. I also wonder why guys are always afraid they are missing out on something *better* I mean, hell, I know I'm not the best female in the world, but the last thing I want to know, is that a guy is telling me he *loves* me, yet is still worried he'll find something better. If he loves me, shouldn't that make me the best in his eyes?

I also don't like how some men abuse girls. I mean, yes, their are those few occurrences of females abusing men. But lets face it (unfortunately) the majority of men *are* stronger than females (in physical strength, mind you) so *why* is it that some men feel they need to *beat* their 'loved' ones? I mean, it's sad for these females to stick with these men, but still that doesn't make it right for these men to beat them. I've known a few females who have been beaten by boyfriends, and I seriously dislike the idea of it. Sounds to me like those men need their dicks chopped off.. erm...

Another thing I seriously dislike is rape. The majority of all rapes *are* done by men. I mean, face it, it'd be hard for a female to make their unwilling 'partner' rise up to the occasion, so to say. Still, it *is* possible, but at any rate, the majority of rapes are being caused by men. And I *hate* rape. I think it's sick and gross and that the people doing this and that the people doing this should be locked up. I myself, did nothing to point out who had done this to me, which I half regret, although I would never bring up the past now to change that. Regardless, it's wrong, and shouldn't happen. I feel terribly bad for *anyone* who has to go through something like this. Trust me, I know how they feel.

Okay, I know I should finish this and write more, but at the moment I am super tired, and I am pretty sick of talking about guys. Basically, I was just writing this to prove that guys are just as bad as Jason's view on girls, not to mention considerably worse in some area's. I guess it all depends on the person. Everywhere you look today, there are people who are complete jerks. In every sex, in every race, in every town, in every country. You can't really base things according to sex, or race, or who they know, or what religion they are, or what they wear. Everyone has their faults. I try to remember this, in every day life, in everything I do, in every person I meet. So even though this page was created to 'bash' guys, it definitely does not mean that I think every guy is this way. Or that every girl is *not* this way.

If you have any opinions, or have any comments you wish to share with me, let me know. Email me, paige@tmcom.com and I will be sure to get back to you. Also, please do look at Jason's Page and check out the section for why he hates females. His page *is* the reason for making this page. Thanks =)

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