A notion that has been with us since the Ancient Greeks is the concept of observation. Sometimes watching a subject and meditating about the subject can teach us a lot. It can be taken to a whole other level by experimentation. But for this musing, what I see repeatedly with suffice. 

The other day, someone pulled into the lot of my apartment block and caused a bit of a ruckus. It was some guy coming to pick up his girlfriend. Instead of going up to he door, knocking and asking if she was ready to go, he instead laid on his horn and screamed “Hey! Get your ass out here!" 

Its no secret that chivalry is dead and people like me that hold to it are anachronistic fools, but I am pretty sure that women killed it. A woman that chooses a man that treats her like shit like that is not an isolated incident. I have seen it happen all my life. It has even happened to me once. 

The incident in question was a girl had a choice between me and a guy from a rich family that drove a mustang. She made the logical choice: a guy who had everything over a guy who had nothing. Of course she used to complain that he treated her like crap and was forever pressuring her for sex and then telling her to get the hell out of his sight when she would not deliver. He was also about four years younger than she was. Last I heard, he beat her up, they broke up and now he is stalking her. Normally I would pity her but I don’t. She made her choice.

My mom and her sisters made same mistakes. That is why they divorced and started over. They all ended up with pieces of shit that were beneath them because they married for a good time. Except for Melinda, she married the only man that would tolerate her horrible ass. 

I see this happening all the time. Women ending up in abusive, codependent relationships with men who are just poison for them. I wonder. What the hell?

Of course these are just random ideas. I don’t think that women purposely want a man who treats them like shit. But, they don’t seem to want one that is nice to them. One of first weeks of college, I opened a door for a girl. My reward was to be called a "faggot-ass mama’s boy”. Her eyes were red as if she were crying and upset over something, so I think I was convenient target for pent up rage that needed venting. 

I know that I don’t expect to be instantly rewarded for being polite and that the world does not owe me anything, but is it really worth trying any more?