One of the personal traits I personally value the most in a person's personal personality is . . . Personableness? Even though it would fit in perfectly with the sentence, no, personableness is not it — it's tolerance. If you ask the Oxford Dictionary of English, what that is, it'll say: "Tolerance is the willingness to accept or tolerate somebody/something, especially opinions or behavior that you may not agree with, or people who are not like you, stupid." And that's exactly the point of tolerance — not that you agree with everybody on everything at all times, but that you allow people to have a different point of view when you don't see eye to eye. Easy, right? Well, if you're a fiery barrel of bile and nitroglycerin like me, not exactly . . .
I'd like to think, I'm tolerant though. As long as you aren't doing something that's hurting someone (and this includes animals as well as plants) or you get the individual's consensus to do so, I don't care if you pretend to be a dolphin and make dolphin sounds while you frantically jerk off in the middle of a near-by mall wearing a flamingo suit and white socks with black Birkenstock sandals, I couldn't care less. I might advise you to lose the sandals or at least the socks if you so happened to ask me what I thought about your masturbating dolphin impersonation, but that's just my opinion and I most certainly can accept yours. That wasn't the case one Saturday night a long loooong time ago though.
I and my boyfriend were at a party and we were sitting and talking with some dude, we had never seen before (and I have luckily never seen afterwards). I don't even know exactly how, but the conversation led to him not wanting to say why he had thought that there were less female DJs than male ones. I, on the other hand, being the annoyingly inquisitive bugger that I am, kept harassing him to say what he had wanted to say.
"Come on! Say it. Just fucking say it! What did you want to say?"
"No, no, you'll get mad, I better not."
"Come oooon. I'm not gonna get mad. I won't. I promise."
"Is she gonna get mad?" That was directed towards my boyfriend.
"I don't know. I don't think so, she can take it. I think," he said knowing that he had trained me well and that I really can take a lot of bullshit before I explode. Usually.
"Come on, man. Just fucking say it! It can't be that bad, can it?!"
"Ok . . . Fine . . . I just wanted to say . . . that . . ." I nodded and waved my hand for him to continue. "That women are an inferior race to men because you don't have any sense of rhythm."
My boyfriend nervously twitched in his seat: "You're on your own now, man."
And I? I went off like an a-bomb.
First I listed all the female DJs and then I started spewing out other female musicians and I think I mentioned everyone from Britney Spears to Vanessa Mae. I talked about how his views were completely chauvinistic because the society trains men to think that a woman's only purpose in life is to reproduce and because of their maternal role, which prevents them to live their lives as they'd please for months if not years, they too think that they're unable to do stuff that are otherwise unquestionable for men and to men. I know, I was thorough. And all he had to say in return was:
"You said you weren't gonna get mad."
"I didn't know you'd say something THIS stupid." Tolerance is the willingness to accept or tolerate something, especially opinions that you may not agree with. And I'd like to think I'm tolerant . . .
Now, writing about this, a quote by an English poet and philosopher, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, comes to mind: "I have seen great intolerance shown in support of tolerance." Well fuck you, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, I was pissed, I couldn't help myself. If this same exact shit happened today, I'd definitely react differently. I'd simply say: "Hey, at least some of us can cook and give good head." I know, I know, it's rather anticlimactic, but thanks to all the climaxes in my life my nervous system is shot to shit. And I'm not even 30.
Thanks to the all-mighty Internet, I have stumbled upon an article saying that homophobic people die sooner than the more accepting, open-minded ones. Due to anger they're more likely to die off heart related diseases. Pretty damn logical, wouldn't you say? I, for the record, have nothing against gay people, I just have to learn to accept all of the stupid idiots that do. And all of the other morons who make my blood boil, because like Friedrich Dürrenmatt said: "Without tolerance, our world turns to hell." And my body to a corpse 2.5 years prematurely.
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