My misogyny affects pretty much every aspect of my life. I have no patience for women's ways, none at all. Granted, I cover it up well in public, but basically I can't stand listening to them talk, I've been single for years, and I can barely stand to be in the room with any of my female relatives. There are a couple of things that bother me. One is the talking. My god do women talk. I've heard the comparison of a man's brain being a room full of boxes with one topic in each box and one box for each topic, whereas a woman's brain is like a ball of yarn where everything's connected to the next thing in some intricate fashion, and in theory I'm cool with that, but you know, when I walk up to one of my female coworkers to ask a five-second question and it turns into a fifteen-minute rant about everything remotely related to what I asked about...I just want to slap them across the face and tell them to do something useful. God the talking pisses me off. The other thing is the preconcieved notions about what men are like. Our office manager is about my mother's age, and I guess she doesn't have a lot to do, so she organizes things. Which is fine, because the office was a mess, but I walked into work one morning and found her rearranging all of my IT supplies! My vision literally went swimmy for a few seconds. Fortunately, I didn't flip out and start killing people, but I did make it very clear to her that my job as a systems engineer already requires that my shit be straight, and indeed my shit was already straight, and I would greatly appreciate it if she would not automatically assume that no order exists if it isn't the order she expects to see. The two examples I've given are from my office, but that's just because my office is where I interact with women the most often. There are other scenarios too. There's a bar I go to sometimes to play pool. I get a table, I drink my beer, and I play pool. I don't hit on any of the women, and if I see any of them trying to catch my attention, I get angry. The thought in my mind, as best I can describe it, is "any woman can look pretty if she puts on tight clothing and makeup; how about if you get off your pretty ass and do something involving skill, something I can respect and admire you for?" Now, I realize a club isn't the ideal place for that sort of thing, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what is a good place for it. Because I'd hang out there every day. Thinking back on my childhood, my mother was overbearing and controlling, yes, but that's not really related to the problem I have. What is related, though, is that while she has polio and her left arm is basically useless, she still does housework and raised two children and buys the groceries and runs a small business painting portraits and tutoring art students. (She also weighs 95lbs and hasn't hit menopause even though she's 53.) The one girl I ever really got along with when I was young was a tomboy who lived in a solar-heated house in the woods next to my house. The one girlfriend I ever really felt comfortable with was a butch-haircut, pierced and tattooed "loose woman" for whom I eventually turned out to be a pastime for, but before then I got along with her splendidly. (All my other relationships failed when I realized my girlfriends really couldn't give a shit about my interests, despite my willingness to go shopping for purses and shoes with them.) So...I dunno. I guess it isn't fair to say women piss me off, but most of the common female behavior sure does. I'm a pretty unlikely person to exist -- my father is from a farm in Upstate NY, my mother is a Hungarian emmigrant who moved to Manhattan, they met at a Jewish family resort where my father was ranch-handing to pay for lawschool and my mother decided to visit to decompress after a bad relationship with a Long Islander, my dad got a job in the Army so they got married in a hurry, I was born in Italy... ...where the hell am I going to find someone I can stand to be around, much less stand to get married to and have kids with? I'm so bloody complicated, or more importantly, my expectations are so bloody weird.