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Lamenting The Friend Zone, Or: The “Nice Guy” Approach To Perpetrating Sexist Bullshit

fozmeadows:

Everyone’s heard of friendzoning – even if they don’t know the word, they sure as hell know the concept. It’s what happens time and again to unfortunate Nice Guys who, despite being nothing but sugar and spice to the girls they love, are nonetheless denied the sexual relationships they so obviously deserve and are instead treated like platonic equals – a terrible, unfair fate spawned by the dark side of feminism.

And if you thought even part of that statement was correct, Imma stop you right there.

To borrow the succinct, nail-head-hitting phraseology of one hexjackal*:

Friendzoning is bullshit because girls are not machines that you put Kindness Coins into until sex falls out.

Dear Hypothetical Interlocutor whose hackles just bristled with the unfairness of that statement; who thinks that girls can be in the Friend Zone, too, and that therefore this point is both invalid and reverse-sexist into the bargain. For your edification, I would like to submit the following definitions of the term Friend Zone as supplied by Urban Dictionary:

1. “The ‘friend zone’ is like the penalty box of dating, only you can never get out. Once a girl decides you’re her ‘friend’, it’s game over. You’ve become a complete non-sexual entity in her eyes, like her brother, or a lamp.” – Ryan Reynolds in Just Friends.

‘I’ve been locked in the friend zone with her since high school!’

2. A state of being where a male inadvertently becomes a ‘platonic friend’ of an attractive female who he was trying to intiate a romantic relationship. Females have been rumored to arrive in the Friend Zone, but reports are unsubstantiated.

Girl: “I love you (Insert the poor bastard’s name here,) but I dont want to ruin a great friendship by dating you.” 
Guy: “Well why the fuck did I waste two months on you?”

and Wikipedia:

There are differing explanations about what causes the friend zone. One report suggests that some women don’t see their male friends as potential love interests because they fear that deepening their relationship might cause a loss of the romance and mystery or lead to rejection later…

Dating adviser Ali Binazir described the friend zone as Justfriendistan, and wrote that it’s a “territory only to be rivaled in inhospitability by the western Sahara, the Atacama desert, and Dante’s Ninth Circle of Hell.”

I therefore submit to you, Hypothetical Interlocutor, that the Friend Zone is not an equal opportunities habitat. It is where men go – or more accurately, where men perceive themselves to go – when women fail to reward their friendship with sex. Or, to quote the immortal wisdom of the internet:

Slut is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say yes.

Friendzone is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say no.

Here’s the thing, Hypothetical Interlocutor: if you truly are a self-professed Nice Guy (and I strongly suspect that you are), then you probably espouse the belief that women and men are equal. More than espouse – you believe! You know! Except that, somewhere along the line, you’ve got it into your head that if you’re romantically interested in a girl who sees you only as a friend, her failure to reciprocate your feelings is just that: a failing. That because you’re nice and treat her well, she therefore owes you at least one opportunity to present yourself as a viable sexual candidate, even if she’s already made it clear that this isn’t what she wants. That because she legitimately enjoys a friendship that you find painful (and which you’re under no obligation to continue), she is using you. That if a man wants more than friendship with a woman, then the friendship itself doesn’t even attain the status of a consolation prize, but is instead viewed as hell: a punishment to be endured because, so long as he thinks she owes him that golden opportunity, he is bound to persist in an association that hurts him – not because he cares about the friendship, but because he feels he’s invested too much kindness not to stick around for the (surely inevitable, albeit delayed) payoff.

And if she never sleeps with him? Then she’s a bitch.

I cannot state this clearly enough: if you really believe in equality, then you have to acknowledge the fact that women have a right to say no. That no matter how pure and true your feelings, your ladylove is under no obligation whatever to reciprocate them, because friendship is not a business transaction, and women are allowed to want male friends. Yes, it is difficult and sad and heartbreaking to love someone who doesn’t love you back, and doubly so when that person is a friend. Believe me; I speak from experience. This is not a fun thing to endure! But discounting the woman as a bitch, a user, a timewaster, a whore with no taste who only wants to sleep with arseholes instead of Nice Guys like you is not on. It is pure, unadulterated sexism: the attitude that friendship with a woman is only ever a stepping-stone to getting into her pants, such that if the pants-getting is off the table, then so too is the friendship.

Which, frankly, is bullshit. If you don’t care enough about someone to enjoy their company and respect their decisions when sex is off the table, then that person is right not to sleep with you, because enjoying someone’s company and respecting their decisions is pretty much how sex gets on the table to start with.

To quote the single best point in an otherwise deeply problematic Cracked piece:

What we learned as kids is that we males are each owed, and will eventually be awarded, a beautiful woman. We were told this by every movie, TV show, novel, comic book, video game and song we encountered…

In each case, the woman has no say in this — compatibility doesn’t matter, prior relationships don’t matter, nothing else factors in. If the hero accomplishes his goals, he is awarded his favorite female. Yes, there will be dialogue that maybe makes it sound like the woman is having doubts, and she will make noises like she is making the decision on her own. But we, as the audience, know that in the end the hero will “get the girl,” just as we know that at the end of the month we’re going to “get our paycheck.” Failure to award either is breaking a societal contract. The girl can say what she wants, but we all know that at the end, she will wind up with the hero, whether she knows it or not.

And now you see the problem. From birth we’re taught that we’re owed a beautiful girl. We all think of ourselves as the hero of our own story, and we all (whether we admit it or not) think we’re heroes for just getting through our day.

So it’s very frustrating, and I mean frustrating to the point of violence, when we don’t get what we’re owed. A contract has been broken. These women, by exercising their own choices, are denying it to us. It’s why every Nice Guy is shocked to find that buying gifts for a girl and doing her favors won’t win him sex. It’s why we go to “slut” and “whore” as our default insults — we’re not mad that women enjoy sex. We’re mad that women are distributing to other people the sex that they owed us.

In pop culture, girls who crush hopelessly on guys they can’t have are painted as just that – hopeless. Over and over again, we’re taught that girls who openly express sexual or romantic interest in guys who don’t want them are pitiable, stalkerish, desperate, crazy bitches. More often than not, they’re also portrayed as ugly –  whether physically, emotionally or both –  in order to further establish their undesirability as an objective fact. Both narratively and, as a consequence, in real life, men are given free reign to snub, abuse, mislead and talk down to such women: we’re raised to believe that female desire is unseemly, so that any consequent shaming is therefore deserved. There is no female-equivalent Friend Zone terminology because, in the language of our culture, a man’s romantic choices are considered sacrosanct and inviolable. If a girl has been told no, then she has only herself to blame for anything that happens next – but if a woman says no, then she must not really mean it. Or, if she does, she shouldn’t: the rejected man is a universally sympathetic figure, and everyone from moviegoers to platonic onlookers will scream at her to just give him a chance, as though her rejection must always be unfounded rather than based on the fact that he had a chance, and blew it. And even then, give him another one! The pathos of Single Nice Guys can only be eased by pity-sex with unwilling women that blossoms into romance!

Well, screw that. The Friend Zone is a fundamentally sexist construction based solely on the idea that women should be penalised for putting their own romantic happiness above that of an interested man. If a lady doesn’t want you, then either respect her decision and keep away to salve your heart, or respect her decision and stay because you still think she’s cool enough to be worth the effort of friendship. But if you don’t respect her decision, then you don’t respect her – and if you don’t respect her, then stay the fuck out of her life.

*Amendment, 11 April 2012: Originally, the first quote in this piece was attributed to Aeryn Walker. However, she has since informed me that the kindness/coins line originated with @hexjackal, and though I don’t have the exact reference for that first attribution, I’ve nonetheless changed it in the text. 

TL:DR - being nice to somebody, regardless of gender of you or them, does not mean you get/deserve/should have sex. “Friendzoning is bullshit because [people] are not machines that you put Kindness Coins into until sex falls out.”

P.S. - felixculpa says that if you’re walking around thinking you’re a Nice Guy but expecting your kindness to lead to instant and unquestioned sex, you’re not a Nice Guy. Simple as.

discoverynews:Tsunami Ghost Ship Haunts Canada Coast. As an eerie reminder of the tragedy that befell the Japanese people over 12 months ago, a 150-ft (46-meter) Japanese fishing boat has been spotted on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, floating aimlessly off the coast of the Haida Gwaii islands, British Columbia.
In the aftermath of the Japanese earthquake and tsunami that devastated Japan on March 11, 2011, up to eight million tons of wreckage was washed out to sea — 2 million of which is thought to still be floating on the surface.
The “ghost ship” has been traced back to a Hokkaido squid fishing company, which confirmed that no one was thought to have been on board before the tsunami struck.
keep reading

discoverynews:Tsunami Ghost Ship Haunts Canada Coast. As an eerie reminder of the tragedy that befell the Japanese people over 12 months ago, a 150-ft (46-meter) Japanese fishing boat has been spotted on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, floating aimlessly off the coast of the Haida Gwaii islands, British Columbia.

In the aftermath of the Japanese earthquake and tsunami that devastated Japan on March 11, 2011, up to eight million tons of wreckage was washed out to sea — 2 million of which is thought to still be floating on the surface.

The “ghost ship” has been traced back to a Hokkaido squid fishing company, which confirmed that no one was thought to have been on board before the tsunami struck.

keep reading

(via iamarapscallion-deactivated2012)

theanimalblog:(via Telegraph): Two orphaned baby burrowing owls, nicknamed Linford and Christie, have moved into the home of their keeper Jimmy Robinson. The owlets were hatched in an incubator at Longleat Safari Park, Wiltshire, and are now being hand-reared by Jimmy. The native American birds, which get their name from living in small burrows in the wild, can find plenty of nooks and crannys about his flat to hide. Tea cups and bookcases are a particular favourite, says Jimmy, but it’s good to see them developing their natural behaviour and they always seem to find me at meal times.

theanimalblog:(via Telegraph): Two orphaned baby burrowing owls, nicknamed Linford and Christie, have moved into the home of their keeper Jimmy Robinson. The owlets were hatched in an incubator at Longleat Safari Park, Wiltshire, and are now being hand-reared by Jimmy. The native American birds, which get their name from living in small burrows in the wild, can find plenty of nooks and crannys about his flat to hide. Tea cups and bookcases are a particular favourite, says Jimmy, but it’s good to see them developing their natural behaviour and they always seem to find me at meal times.

(via theorivore)

Been quite a while since I got emotional about the news.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-17363771

I suppose that, until they work out what happened, there isn’t anything else to feel but sadness.

nevver:The New Generation
What a strange idea. Doesn’t it make you wonder what things our generation doesn’t know?

nevver:The New Generation

What a strange idea. Doesn’t it make you wonder what things our generation doesn’t know?

(via bodegavirtual)

An interesting link

allbrotnarshonours:

http://madartlab.com/2011/12/14/fantasy-armor-and-lady-bits/

Great article on women’s armour in media. Similar argument to my honours project: seeking a balance between practicality and aesthetics.

(via iamarapscallion-deactivated2012)

BBC News - Tiger bread renamed giraffe bread by Sainsbury's

When I told Isaac about this article, he said “I think this little girl should write a letter to David Cameron and tell him to make the country better. Apparently only little girls can get the country back on its feet”.

thedailywhat:

Wonderful, Magical Animal of the Day: Researchers at Detroit Medical Centre say they managed to stop a patient’s life-threatening nosebleed by stuffing bacon up her nose.
“Cured salted pork crafted as a nasal tampon and packed within the nasal vaults successfully stopped nasal hemorrhage promptly, effectively, and without sequelae,” write the four authors of a paper published in the Annals of Otology, Rhinology and Laryngology.
The test subject, who suffers from a hereditary disorder called Glanzmann thrombasthenia, is prone to potentially lethal epistaxis — known to laymen as “nosebleeds.”
Though this unnamed woman is the first to have her condition successfully treated with strips of cured pork, the tradition dates back awhile. The researchers speculate that bacon tampons are no longer in common use due to concern over “bacterial and parasitic complications.”
Science!
[guardian.]

thedailywhat:

Wonderful, Magical Animal of the Day: Researchers at Detroit Medical Centre say they managed to stop a patient’s life-threatening nosebleed by stuffing bacon up her nose.

“Cured salted pork crafted as a nasal tampon and packed within the nasal vaults successfully stopped nasal hemorrhage promptly, effectively, and without sequelae,” write the four authors of a paper published in the Annals of Otology, Rhinology and Laryngology.

The test subject, who suffers from a hereditary disorder called Glanzmann thrombasthenia, is prone to potentially lethal epistaxis — known to laymen as “nosebleeds.”

Though this unnamed woman is the first to have her condition successfully treated with strips of cured pork, the tradition dates back awhile. The researchers speculate that bacon tampons are no longer in common use due to concern over “bacterial and parasitic complications.”

Science!

[guardian.]

thedailywhat:

Internet Blackout of the Day: The Great Wikipedia Blackout of 2012 has begun.
Reddit, TwitPic, Mozilla, Mojang, and thousands of others will soon follow suit. The Internet is officially on strike! Why? Because the House and Senate are conspiring with the entertainment industry to break the Internet.
Make no mistake: SOPA has not been shelved. And a vote on PIPA is just around the corner. Luckily, hundreds of companies, charities, and notable individuals with strong moral character have joined forces to stop these dangerous Big Brother bills from moving forward.
The fight is far from over, but hopefully today’s blackout will help bring this important matter to the attention of folks who rely on the Internet for entertainment and education, but have so far remained oblivious to SOPA and PIPA and their harmful consequences.
Do your part. Take action. Stop SOPA and PIPA and put an end to threat of Internet censorship.
If you absolutely must scab, here are a few useful links: 
Five ways to survive the Wikipedia Blackout.
Wikipedia Blackout: Survive with these 12 alternatives.
#altwiki: A collaborative crowd-sourcing alternative to Wikipedia.
How to access Wikipedia during the blackout.
[wikipedia.]

thedailywhat:

Internet Blackout of the Day: The Great Wikipedia Blackout of 2012 has begun.

Reddit, TwitPic, Mozilla, Mojang, and thousands of others will soon follow suit. The Internet is officially on strike! Why? Because the House and Senate are conspiring with the entertainment industry to break the Internet.

Make no mistake: SOPA has not been shelved. And a vote on PIPA is just around the corner. Luckily, hundreds of companies, charities, and notable individuals with strong moral character have joined forces to stop these dangerous Big Brother bills from moving forward.

The fight is far from over, but hopefully today’s blackout will help bring this important matter to the attention of folks who rely on the Internet for entertainment and education, but have so far remained oblivious to SOPA and PIPA and their harmful consequences.

Do your part. Take action. Stop SOPA and PIPA and put an end to threat of Internet censorship.

If you absolutely must scab, here are a few useful links: 

  • #altwiki: A collaborative crowd-sourcing alternative to Wikipedia.

[wikipedia.]

thedailywhat:

This x That:
Know This:
Gaddafi to be buried tomorrow in “secret desert grave”; Bodies of 53 executed Gaddafi loyalists found in Sirte hotel; Libyan man who claims he killed Gaddafi posts confession video.
James Murdoch to appear before parliament for second time on November 10; Les Hinton defends 2009 phone hacking stance in committee hearing; 35% of News Corp shareholders voted to oust James Murdoch from board.
At least 279 killed, 1,300 injured after 7.2-magnitude earthquake rattles eastern Turkey.
RIP: Swami Bhaktipada, former leader of Hare Krishna in America, dead at 74. Also: Veteran CBS correspondent Robert Pierpoint, at 86.
Read This:
Man implicated in Iranian assassination plot pleads not guilty.
After Associated Press article, Insurance company reverses decision to deny workers comp to Joplin survivor who spent two months in coma.
Paranormal Activity 3 sets new opening weekend record after grossing $54 million.
The Other:
NewsFeed: Tim Burton to Debut Eerie Creation at Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Tea x Time List: 7 Creepy Urban Legends That Happen to be True.
Above: Regine Ramseier’s 2,000 Suspended Dandelions.

thedailywhat:

This x That:

Know This:

Read This:

The Other:

bohemea:
Joan Didion - Vanity Fair by Annie Leibovitz, November 2011
In The Year of Magical Thinking, the 2005 best-seller, Joan Didion dissected the trauma of losing her husband, John Gregory Dunne. With Blue Nights, to be published in November by Knopf, she agonizingly explores the heavier blow that followed: the death of their daughter, Quintana Roo. Christopher Hitchens contemplates a tragic achievement.
Like the experience of warfare, the endurance of grave or terminal illness involves long periods of tedium and anxiety, punctuated by briefer interludes of stark terror and pain. This endurance need not necessarily be one’s own: indeed, the experience of watching over a sibling or mate in extremis can be even more acute. But nothing, according to the experts, compares to the clutching, choking nightmare that engulfs the one who is slowly bereft of a child.
It is horrible to see oneself die without children. Napoléon Bonaparte said that. What greater grief can there be for mortals than to see their children dead. Euripides said that. When we talk about mortality we are talking about our children. I said that.
Joan Didion, here slightly syncopating in the Bob Dylan manner, has striven with intense dignity and courage in Blue Nights to deepen and extend the effect of The Year of Magical Thinking, her 2005 narrative of the near-simultaneous sudden death of her husband, John Gregory Dunne, and the onset of the fatal illness of their daughter, Quintana Roo Dunne Michael. In the course of setting it down, she came to realize that she could no longer compose in the old style: the one that she had “supposed to be like writing music.”
And what kind of music could this have been, except the Blues? But blue is more than the shade of a symphony. It is where the “bolt” comes from, as Didion mordantly notes. It can register the transit of an entire evening, from the first, faint translucent gloaming to the near-inky cerulean black.
The long day wanes along a spectrum of blue. So did the short life of the keen, merry girl, who wasn’t too spoiled by showbiz or room service, who shrewdly opposed her mother’s choice of poem at her father’s memorial service. And whose solemn recommendation about death was “Don’t dwell on it.”
That last choice is not available to her mother:
Vanish.
Pass into nothingness: the Keats line that frightened her.
Fade as the blue nights fade, go as the brightness goes.
Go back into the blue.
I myself placed her ashes in the wall.
I myself saw the cathedral doors locked at six.
I know what it is I am now experiencing.
I know what the frailty is, I know what the fear is.
The fear is not for what is lost.
What is lost is already in the wall.
What is lost is already behind the locked doors.
The fear is for what is still to be lost.
You may see nothing still to be lost.
Yet there is no day in her life on which I do not see her.
In this supremely tender work of memory, Didion is paradoxically insistent that as long as one person is condemned to remember, there can still be pain and loss and anguish.
(via V.F. Portrait: Joan Didion | Culture | Vanity Fair)

bohemea:

Joan Didion - Vanity Fair by Annie Leibovitz, November 2011

In The Year of Magical Thinking, the 2005 best-seller, Joan Didion dissected the trauma of losing her husband, John Gregory Dunne. With Blue Nights, to be published in November by Knopf, she agonizingly explores the heavier blow that followed: the death of their daughter, Quintana Roo. Christopher Hitchens contemplates a tragic achievement.

Like the experience of warfare, the endurance of grave or terminal illness involves long periods of tedium and anxiety, punctuated by briefer interludes of stark terror and pain. This endurance need not necessarily be one’s own: indeed, the experience of watching over a sibling or mate in extremis can be even more acute. But nothing, according to the experts, compares to the clutching, choking nightmare that engulfs the one who is slowly bereft of a child.

It is horrible to see oneself die without children. Napoléon Bonaparte said that. What greater grief can there be for mortals than to see their children dead. Euripides said that. When we talk about mortality we are talking about our children. I said that.

Joan Didion, here slightly syncopating in the Bob Dylan manner, has striven with intense dignity and courage in Blue Nights to deepen and extend the effect of The Year of Magical Thinking, her 2005 narrative of the near-simultaneous sudden death of her husband, John Gregory Dunne, and the onset of the fatal illness of their daughter, Quintana Roo Dunne Michael. In the course of setting it down, she came to realize that she could no longer compose in the old style: the one that she had “supposed to be like writing music.”

And what kind of music could this have been, except the Blues? But blue is more than the shade of a symphony. It is where the “bolt” comes from, as Didion mordantly notes. It can register the transit of an entire evening, from the first, faint translucent gloaming to the near-inky cerulean black.

The long day wanes along a spectrum of blue. So did the short life of the keen, merry girl, who wasn’t too spoiled by showbiz or room service, who shrewdly opposed her mother’s choice of poem at her father’s memorial service. And whose solemn recommendation about death was “Don’t dwell on it.”

That last choice is not available to her mother:

Vanish.

Pass into nothingness: the Keats line that frightened her.

Fade as the blue nights fade, go as the brightness goes.

Go back into the blue.

I myself placed her ashes in the wall.

I myself saw the cathedral doors locked at six.

I know what it is I am now experiencing.

I know what the frailty is, I know what the fear is.

The fear is not for what is lost.

What is lost is already in the wall.

What is lost is already behind the locked doors.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

You may see nothing still to be lost.

Yet there is no day in her life on which I do not see her.

In this supremely tender work of memory, Didion is paradoxically insistent that as long as one person is condemned to remember, there can still be pain and loss and anguish.

(via V.F. Portrait: Joan Didion | Culture | Vanity Fair)

thedailywhat:

One Man’s Earthquake Is Another Man’s Miracle of the Day: A 75-year-old cancer patient at D.C.’s Veterans Affairs Hospital regained his hearing after the 5.8 East Coast Earthquake unclogged some fluid that was blocking his middle ear.

Robert Valderzak lost his hearing last Father’s Day, when he fractured his skull after falling. “He had conductive hearing loss, caused by fluid in his middle ear, as well as loss due to nerve damage,” the hospitals chief of staff Dr. Ross Fletcher told ABC News.

The quake that struck the DC area last week “shook me terrible - right out of the bed,” says Valderzak. “”But after that it stopped. And my son talked to me, and I could hear his voice.”

“A combination of a drug he was taking and the earthquake event itself likely led to him losing the fluid and gaining back his hearing,” Dr. Fletcher explained. Valderzak thinks something else deserves most of the credit. “It was God’s blessing,” he says. “It was a miracle for me.”

[abcnews / arbroath.]

thedailywhat:

Birthday Present of the Day: I’m just guessing here, but I think the mayor of Saint-Théodore-d’Acton, Quebec, is still harboring some feelings of resentment toward his ex-wife.
Quipping that Isabelle Prevost, to whom he was married for ten years until they divorced in 2010, always wanted “a big rock,” Mayor Dany Larivière personally drove a 20-tonne boulder inscribed with the words “happy birthday Isa” to her house, and dumped it on her driveway.
“This is for all you’re doing to me” read a second inscription  referencing the heavy financial toll the divorce has taken on Lariviere.
“I took a rock from one of my quarries and I brought it to her place with a little message and a nice ribbon, just like a real gift,” Lariviere is quoted as saying.
The rock has since been removed, and police are investigating the situation ahead of possible harassment charges.
[metro / edmonton / digijournal.]

Hilarious!

thedailywhat:

Birthday Present of the Day: I’m just guessing here, but I think the mayor of Saint-Théodore-d’Acton, Quebec, is still harboring some feelings of resentment toward his ex-wife.

Quipping that Isabelle Prevost, to whom he was married for ten years until they divorced in 2010, always wanted “a big rock,” Mayor Dany Larivière personally drove a 20-tonne boulder inscribed with the words “happy birthday Isa” to her house, and dumped it on her driveway.

“This is for all you’re doing to me” read a second inscription referencing the heavy financial toll the divorce has taken on Lariviere.

“I took a rock from one of my quarries and I brought it to her place with a little message and a nice ribbon, just like a real gift,” Lariviere is quoted as saying.

The rock has since been removed, and police are investigating the situation ahead of possible harassment charges.

[metro / edmonton / digijournal.]

Hilarious!

The rules of R.E.M.

abakedpotato:It’s a few years old, but it’s articles like this that remind me how much I love this band and why I love this band. There will never ever be another band like them again. They’re my heroes and it’s amazing that they haven’t let fame get to them.

R.E.M. are just fantastic.

(via fuckyeahrem)