Monday, August 27, 2012

On Real Dolls and "Misogyny"

This isn't really a recent issue, but one that has fascinated my morbid sense of curiosity: Real Dolls.

For those who don't know what they are, just google it.  I'm not going to link it here because I'm just too lazy to do so.  They're basically sex toys made into life size dolls.  Google it in conjunction with feminism and you will find quite a few critiques on them.

The general issue women and feminists have with Real Dolls is that they are fully customizable, realistic(ish) looking dolls (sometimes even semi-functioning robots).  It's depressing that men would be content or would even prefer the company of these "cum receptacles" over real life human beings who can interact with them beyond just sex.

All of those are very good points.  But if you watch the BBC documentary Guys and Dolls I don't think that's the reality.  Almost all of the men featured in that program (aside from Davecat) they are all older, socially awkward men who I believe are not "choosing" the dolls over the women.  They are simply taking the only option available to them.  One guy for example cited an instance in which he thought a woman was asking him on a date, but all she wanted was for him to babysit her kids (if ever there was a time to feel at absolute lowest, that's the time).

This is a point that women and feminist critics fail to comprehend.  But it's not necessarily a gender issue, I think most men can't comprehend it either.

When a person goes their entire lives or a very large portion of it without physical proximity to the sex they are attracted to (whether for sex or just holding hands, etc.) there does end up being a sense of longing.  It's not in this case about getting one's rocks off (which would be a much simpler and easier problem to solve) it's about companionship.  Being able to sit on a couch and watch a movie or a TV show, or sharing a bed with one's lover (even without sex).  Consumers of these dolls are looking for that in their lives, and for whatever reason (usually shyness or social awkwardness) they have been unable to do so.  So they fix it in the only way available to them.  Most, I believe, would much rather have a living breathing woman in their lives but have given up on the possibility of this ever happening.  I fail to see any misogyny.

One only has to look at the monkey experiment from many years ago to see how real this is.  I'm not sure about the particulars of the experiment, but basically scientists gave an orphaned monkey a choice between a "mother" who was made of metal but had lots of food and water available and a "mother" that had little or no food but was made of cloth/much easier to cuddle to.  The monkey chose the cloth mother, proving that attachment is more than about who satisfies your biological needs and urges.

I cringe when I hear about or see this documentary.  It's very sad.  But I wonder, if I was 45 or 50 and in my current situation (dateless, kissless, etc.) how tempting would these sex dolls be?  Young supple bodies, probably more realistic looking than they are now, no rejection, etc.  Would I be tempted?  Or would they still gross me out?

Food for thought for those who would cast stones.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Things that limit you

One of the things I've noticed over the past few months is that I've slowly withdrawn from my friends and extended social circle.  Not out of a desire to be a loner, I just don't want to deal with people right now.

For one, I don't like dealing with the "what are you up to?" question.  I've been doing nothing.  Literally.  I have another blog (which I won't link to, if you're a smart person you probably already read it) which I write for, I watch baseball on TV and I play a few video games, sometimes some porn, watch youtube videos and movies and that's about it.

I quit my job in May 2011 because I was quite unhappy with it.  Then I became a libertarian and decided I could never work for the federal government as I had previously wanted to (out of principle).  So, for the last year I've been stuck.  Totally stuck with no idea what to do with my life.  Having to tell people that you're an unemployed bum who wasted his college career having fun and half assing term papers, with no solid plans on where to go isn't a fun option.  And it's getting less fun by the day.

To my great consternation, I've realized this isn't likely to help me when it comes to dating.  I'm unemployed, live with my parents and I share a (very small) room with my brother.  I'm a complete loser.

I've spoken with and interacted online with people and discussed this very issue.  Almost all of them suggest focusing on getting a full time job/career going before worrying about dating.  The thing is though I'd like to be able to focus on both simultaneously.

Conceivably, it could be another 6 months to a year before I have a decent full time and my own place (even with roommates).  Should I/could I go that long without ever even kissing a girl?  I'm 24, how old will I have to get until things get really bad?

I don't know readers, what would you suggest?  Worry about a job, or getting some kind of dating life going?

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Follow Me on Twitter

I'm now on twitter: @the_inexp_guy

I'll get a tumblr soon and you can follow me there as well.

I'm Still Here, and Still Inexperienced

So it's been about seven and a half months since I last posted.  Not much has changed.  I'm still unemployed and completely unsure about what to do with my life.  I've still never kissed a girl and I haven't been on a date in over a year and a half.

Online dating has sucked royally.  I haven't met anyone and nobody really responds whenever I write to them.  And whenever I see women out and about I'm way to nervous to talk to them.  Ugh, such is life.

On the plus side though I think I've learned some things about myself.  I think I still have oneitis for the girl I met back in college who I hung out with a lot.  I think the fact that I haven't heard from her in two years plays a big part in that.  I can pretty much romanticize her because she doesn't exist in any discernible reality of mine.  That, and of course she has no competition from anyone else.

I've also learned that I'm particularly attracted to "brown" women.  You know, Indian, Middle Eastern, even some Asian and Hispanic women.  Something about skin, hair, differences in culture, sometimes even accents just turns me on.  It's very rare that I find myself drawn to white women or black women in the ways that I'm almost always drawn to brown women.  I don't mean any of this in a racist or fetish-type way though.  It's just what I'm attracted to.  On Okcupid, I have my search settings set to Indian and Middle Eastern women all the time.  Even when I look up porn that's what I search for (as a side note, almost all "Arab" women in porn are from France and almost all the scenes involve anal sex which I find to be totally gross).

So I don't know.  Here I am, inexperienced and with a very narrow subset of women that I find attractive.  Maybe it's hopeless for me, but maybe it isn't.