Success versus Women

After reading stories concerning the nature of what women are forced to put up with to find success, one must question the area of success men and women both struggle to balance. This one area is the basic question of control. We see money, cars, expensive vacations and the knowledge you’re free to spend your money and never risk falling into the red as being the markers for success.

For many though, it’s a desire for power; the understanding of those under you must do as you say. This poses a problem when the one in control has problems limiting that control to work related issues and not discipline other employees for failing to maintain proper workplace protocol.

This issue creates problems in many areas of social discourse but never so much as when dealing with basic natural desires between men and women. For centuries men developed the need to be in control, the dominate. It still gets taught to young males in the simple education of watching the older generations. Even men who don’t think they commit acts of gender discrimination get caught by it on occasion.

Women aren’t bothered by a man showing his attraction. It only becomes a problem when a women says; “No more. Please respect my ability to control my life.” This flies in the face of everything many men are taught from an early age. It is unfortunate we need laws to protect women from the perspective of one who knows this, as women are more beautiful when free to be comfortable in their environment.

In the recent stories you see this frequently. Women having to take their issues to court because those that should protect them in the workplace fail to do so. Those higher up the chain want to say, “Just deal with it.” They find their egos being tormented when the women answer, “No!”

When you read about women having their bodies touched without invitation by a man or another woman then have their complaints ignored, a hostile workplace has been planted. When the managers decide the problem is her, not the man or woman with wandering hands, the hostile workplace can be laid at the manager’s feet. The same holds true for the man who gets touched without invitation.

The issue runs up against the idea, where does the control stop at work? Most recognize that control stops at work and doesn’t allow it to creep into the personal. For some though, they get comfortable with control and take it hard when another person says, “There is a limit.”

Each person with a writer’s heart need to stand up and say, “Let the women work and your business will be better for it.”

If I started a poll about whether managers who make sure women can simply, concentrate on their jobs versus, managers who harrass or allow harrassment in the workplace show better productivity, I’m betting on a landslide in favor of letting women simply, do their jobs.

This is from the opinion of one who says, “Let the personal be personal and professional be professional.”

The Unintentional Blinders Still Betray

Hanging over a cliff’s edge, your voice is mighty loud. The backs turned and earbuds in; drown the awful sound. Shh…they say; “What I want to hear is more important.” The cliffhanger sits on the brink of the fall and can’t be heard for the noise. It must be nice to live in oblivious disdain for anything beyond a pleasant sound.

In their heart of hearts do they cry; “I care, I care…I do!” Just wait one moment as I see what Ms. So-And-So is wearing to the ball. Oh…can you believe it? She’s marrying the hot guy; he’s marrying the hot chick. In a moment; pipe down; this song is my favorite.

Can you hear it over the cliffhanger’s scream?

Editorial on Current Civilization

How does one, define; what’s important?

As; we, watch; many of, our people; fall ill, with; the flu; or COVID; or both; we can’t but see; how, those we entrust our future to; squabbling over, the issues for; the sake of, their own; aggrandizement. We; have, a selfish child; in, the form of a grown man; in, Donald Trump; who, believes; it’s, the entire world’s responsibility to cater to his whims. Senators and Representatives; can’t, see; beyond their own, noses; to ensure, the people are cared for; before, worrying about; what, makes them look good; for reelection.

What is the true nature of the United States? Is it about; simply, saying, all; the right things, then not caring if; anyone follows through or not? Is it about; punishing the poor, because; there, is; only so much, opportunity; available? When do we take a look at ourselves, and say; we need, to; be, better?

One; only, needs to look at; the lack, of noses and mouths; on, our fellow citizens to know; those, we trust to keep us safe; didn’t, do a good enough job; in, the beginning; and now, every; weakness of, our country; has become, glaringly; obvious. Somehow; we need, to; take a, long, look; in, the mirror – and I, include myself; in this – and say; we not, only; can be, better; but we, need to be.

It may, take; a decade, or more; before, we have a solid handle; on, the viruses affecting; so, many; and bring our, country back; to a, real, sense of strength. Until then; we, need our leaders; to put, their selfishness aside; and make, decisions based on; what’s best, for everyone; not, just; for, themselves. We need our, business leaders; to stop, looking at these; tragic, issues; as grand, opportunities; to become, wealthier; but to see the potential, long-term, benefits; of simply, doing what, they can to; support our citizens.

Disposable people

In a world that’s supposedly becoming more inclusive and tolerant, there are still those who get pushed aside, ignored and in many cases, treated like vermin simply because they exist. There’s no room in many people’s world for those that can best be described as socially awkward and yet, it is these people who tend to carry the most pain, and are the most likely to commit suicide. It goes to show that all these ads on TV that speak about being more inclusive are really nothing more than TV land crap. There’s no room in these people’s world for those who might need real help, not just pretty words spoken on the television.

The Weight of Neverending Solitude

In every day life’s moments that could inspire one to be great or small, there are some; for all their cries of, look at me; who shall be left in their pit of misery, for they inspire no compassion in those with the means to their salvation. None should say, in private or public, they care; if the evidence can’t be found by those who truly need that care. Some who do, may not be obvious, but if anyone truly wants to be called human, they should be able to pay attention, anyway. A hermit becomes, when no one cares to make sure their face is seen. A dying heart is supposed to be a tragedy, except when others determine, it’s not my problem. Then it just becomes a bleak sore on the landscape.

Racism is Philosophically Wrong

Racism has always been wrong philosophically but the concepts of right and wrong aren’t primary in the considerations for people’s motives. Want and need have greater impacts on how people make their decisions. If one wants to do the right thing, they will. If one wants to do as they wish, without regard for the feelings and lives of others, they will. Racism is about the need and desire to dominate that’s found in everyone. Most can keep their desire for conquest limited to games and sports. Some feel those particular activities aren’t enough.

The people who need to say, “You’re less than I am,” because of something physical are generally from the less intelligent among the population because they need something simple to judge this on. Those who are more intelligent also fall victim to this mindset but generally pick more complicated reasons for why they believe they’re better than others. Everyone is born with flaws but some flaws are more overt than others.

Race is a highjacked word, (like the big no-no N word), by those who wished to define those of different colors as being so different, they defined them as a different race. Race was originally defined as two creatures of the same race, as long as they’re male and female, have the ability to breed. It’s been proven time and again that nearly every human; as long as there’s nothing medically wrong with them; can breed with everyone else in the Human Race.

Racists are nothing more than bullies with specific agendas and I’m one who has known and still know what it’s like to face bullies. I live in a world of pain that’s generated from this and has made such a mess of me, it’s become obvious that I’m too damaged for anyone to feel confident they can help me. I reach out to experts, friends and family, and while my family does what they can, my particular problems keep me from responding to their efforts; because they’re not the ones who created the issues.

George Floyd is a tragedy; not because he was a black man who was killed, but because he was a man who was a victim of overreaction by the officers. From all I’ve read, Mr. Floyd was not a known offender with a reputation that required such a response. I’m confident, had the officers kept their emotions out of it and thought through the situation, they could’ve dealt with it without such measures.

Be good to each other because we’re alike more than we’re different and the differences make each of us more interesting, not a reason to put anyone down.

Musings #5

I stand in a world of pain and while I shout to those around me of this condition, I watch the thought bubbles above their heads that read, “It’s not my problem,” or “I hope someone else is taking care of it so my life isn’t upset,” or “Let’s count the number of reasons your not worth the time.”

A weighty issue sits on me, regularly; and this issue is, when can I be relieved of this burden called life? I can’ do it myself because I still have a shread of care for those around me, and I’ll not leave them with that legacy. So, at 46, I’m done; convinced life isn’t worth living anymore.