A short remembrance from one of my latest sentimental relations, and what I learned from it. All in all, just a resource to think aloud about one of those issues so important to our species but which very rarely gets (honest) coverage -didn’t ever occur to you thinking that we’d do better being hermaphrodite?-.
The fact is, perhaps you have noticed if you read this blog on a regular basis, I am quite an analytical guy. I like to look around and disassemble things. But my girl at that moment did not enjoy such a practice; whenever I expressed my repulsion towards something, always exposed with clear, concise reasons, she used to make mockery of me (she liked to call me ‘The critic’).
(Btw, I don’t want this post to look like an act of revenge. I think there are two ways to cope with our sick society: trying to adapt to it, and then you become popular and sick, or rejecting it, and then you can live healthier but you are unadapted and lonely. I took the second, she took the first. Besides, I cannot forget it, in her ‘criticism of my criticism’, fear was always lurking. It wasn’t pleasant, though.)
So, to summarize the situation, she used to put all my disagreement comments into the ‘The critic’ label; at the same time, the times when she did that, my usual next step was trying to make myself clear, going further into the precise situation or issue discussed: “…but don’t you think…?”
The funny fact is her generalization was a typically masculine feature, while my straight-to-the-point-ness was traditionally more on the feminine side. There are lots of books on the issue. For example, the Greek play ‘Antigone
What did I learn from suffering massive generalization from female hands? It was a painful reminder that biologically, all of us have both a male and a female side. To be precise, we are designed upon female foundations, with the later addition of more or less male components.
I don’t reject my female side, I love it just like the other one, and you shouldn’t reject yours it either, nor your male side in case you’re a girl. It would be senseless to slice a part of oneself, wouldn’t it? Only a really, really stupid species could… but I guess here comes The Critic again 
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Hi Nacho,
“I think there are two ways to cope with our sick society: trying to adapt to it, and then you become popular and sick, or rejecting it, and then you can live healthier but you are unadapted and lonely.”
That’s funny, and maybe the funniest part is that it is so true!
The wolf is always alone while the sheep go on herds; lonely but in control or with company to the slaughter house.
Having the choice, I prefer to have the possibility to bite
Raul
Hey Alien Ghost, thanks for passing by. Continuing your metaphor, I’d like more people to become “wolves”. But, on the other hand, I don’t like to see this whole situation as a “them vs us” scenario. People are born with different levels of individuality: some of them simply cannot stand solitude. That’s why they keep on watching TV while programs become worse and worse. That’s why they accept a lot of things because “everybody does”. But they suffer a lot.
I’m happy you found the idea funny. I’ve read it in several authors, like Jung or Krishnamurti for example. As for yourself, I think your nick gives a precise idea of what’s your personal choice on the subject