Charlene: Hiding Behind The Devil
November 22, 2010 at 2:46 pm
“So you and your brothers are overly muscled misogynist assholes who drink, womanize, and feel superior to most other human beings? Well I ‘ve got news for you guys. Women are equal, being fit isn’t everything, and just because you know how to have a good time, doesn’t mean that you’re a perfect person. God is the only perfect being, and he doesn’t spend his days trying to show the world how much smarter he is than the rest of us. You and your brothers need to lose the egos, pick up a bible, and start living your lives. The devil tempts you.”
Rather than bore myself with the utter ease of dissecting her statement in my usual fashion, I believe I shall use her words (and the tone behind them) to construct a psychological profile on the sort of woman who would write such a reply. I predict that my observations will, as a whole, be approximately 80-85% accurate. Let’s begin. The type of person who would formulate the response above is an altogether unremarkable individual who, after dating a succession of dominant, assholish, highly egocentric men with various substance abuse problems, discovered that one or more of them had cheated on her with several more physically attractive women. Instead of retreating into booze or drugs, she began a vicious cycle of overeating. Binging on an overabundance of carbs and fats released a cocktail of chemicals from her brain, which left her feeling temporarily free from her life’s difficulties. But she also became fat, swollen, and unhealthy in appearance, which, in turn, exacerbated her low self-image, thereby serving as a catalyst for bouts of extreme depression. About this time, a friend suggested that she look to God for guidance in her life; the friend urged her to attend church services. She did. And by doing so, she found herself surrounded by people who pretended to accept her completely, despite her numerous flaws. That experience convinced her that church was the place she could find the “perfect” man; and, after some time, she did. He’s nice and dorky and harmless and when they aren’t attending services or teaching Sunday school, they’re reading the Bible or something close to it. And while there’s nothing inherently wrong with that, she secretly hates the absolutely benign nature of the life she has created for herself. She’s bored, bitter, and unhappy, all of which characteristics manifest themselves in the face of someone who reminds her of her former life, which, in some ways, she misses (see my piece “The Asshole Equation”, for an explanation). But rather than come to terms with those difficult, unsettling truths (which would be the first step toward achieving a legitimate, long-lasting degree of solace), she merely demonizes what is most difficult for her, rather than actually trying to deal with it. It’s a very sad pattern from an equally saddened woman who will probably die no less unhappy than she is now. And that’s that.
By Jon Neralich