I saw a docu once about street dogs in the city. A group of them worked in the day in the city ( finding foot ) and go home at night by train. They said they did it daily and probably smelled there stop. One teached the other... Cool he.
To be fair. The only place i see mansplaining ( first kind. The second one is just to try finding a stick to kick a dog. ) is online. I see and talk to man ...
also i see womancoplaining online all the time.
Female. Why i take pics the way i do.
I am there and the pic is proof. A pic without my partner, family,friend i can find online or on a postcard to. An animal is also fine.
Tribals that do that see a body not a part to be shamed for. This is more freedom than in the article.
And the respons you got by primitive... Maybe our rules also come from an old way of looking to woman as the wrong sexe. I believe a snake and an apple are big parts in that story :)
It is not the womans fault that a guy gets exited. It is not her duty to cover up to make sure his weak mind has a bit more ease. It is his to control his thinking and doing.
And btw why is males make woman/gay exited a good / allouwable ( is that a word ? ) thing and female nipples make man exited a bad one.
2 different rules because of sexe... That is sexist.
I don t think i would go naked shopping or so. The fact that some woman who want to can not do that is the thing that is wrong.
Ergo hide the male body to => no more differences.
Why should a nipple be hidden only if it is a female one. Why would man have the right to walk without t-shirts and woman be punished for the same walk?
Yet imo it should be the other way. Males need to cover up to. Lets see how fast they start complaining.
I tried to let the barbies i got as gifts ( and hated but i got the same as my niece ) fly. And was forbidden to ever cremate a toy again.
I drew with my blood ( from tooth that were loose )on balloons. Wanted to make a sort of necronomicon. My mother trew them away every time. I hated that it never got finished.
I would play war in the garden. My nephew lived next to us so he was the enemy. I loved those guns that make real sound from a round red filling to put in the gun. Had a lot off them.
I remember my granddad working with a scyth and to keep my away he said he was the grim reaper ( we call him pietje ) and made his voice low. I did not go away. I loved it when he would turn if i sneaked up to him and take some steps to follow me as the reaper.
It looks like a hell to me. No fences for the dogs and other pets. No hegges for privacy Big grass a lit of work at least once a onth.
An 'enfer c'est les autres' kinda place.