And indeed, as people tuned in to their headphones they tuned out all else around them, including other humans. We type at each other on Facebook and Twitter, look at the pictures and watch the videos. Let me be the first to raise my hand and admit that I most certainly pick up the phone less often and attend fewer social gatherings these days.
And yes, I can make a clear, conscious connection between that and the fact that I’ve already seen what all of those people are up to on Facebook this week.
I was, and remain, astonished by what I saw repeat itself over and over again.
I mean, when I was in college and living at the beach during the summer, I’m fairly sure my friends and I didn’t miss ANY of the girls who came within 200 yards of us.
Likewise, every #MGTOW battle cry and every stat you guys use to drive your confirmation bias has already been brought up and respectfully responded to (most of which several times).
Going forward, I’ll only be approving well-articulated comments that add something new to the conversation.
Add it all up and it could very well be that we’re all being brainwashed into flat-out ignoring people in real life. I made sure to make this a blog post instead of a regular newsletter because I really, seriously would love to hear your opinion.
And I want to hear from both men and women on this.
We were actively discussing creative ways she might encourage the kind of man she deserves to introduce himself, start a conversation and sweep her off of her feet. The odds of seeing a jaguar in the wild in Florida are probably greater than that.
So nobody is suggesting we revert to real, genuine sexual harassment. In my completely random opinion—which is pure conjecture, mind you—I can think of at least three factors that may be conspiring here.
1) Fear Of Seeming Predatory The subtle (or at times blatant) message presented to men in the 21st century is that any display of sexual interest in a woman is considered “sexual harassment”.
Back at school, if a girl dared wear red underwear beneath white pants our entire dormitory new about it by lunchtime.
Hell, I remember guys in pickup trucks hanging out of windows and hollering at my MOM when I was about four or five years old.