I know; I know; a man, for a real man, it is accepted that he might do a lot of his thinking with his short arm with his zipper down. So, sure, 200 years ago, with a special version of a sheepskin, nearly always he could get away with that, unless she had an angry father, a protective brother, or a jealous, angry former lover.

But now? Like some other things, the lawyers have ruined that old situation! Still, the 200 year old norms have been kept around.

Problem is, true love aside and assuming just casual hookups all around, if she is really easy, then you are likely neither the first nor the last. So, no matter who gets her pregnant, infected, or is mean to her,
hits her, and knocks out a tooth, guess who can get blamed? And may I have the envelope, please [drum roll]; and here it is, YOU. You might have to get lawyered up, which might mean that your lawyer gets that new 50′ yacht you picked out instead of you.

Or, if you do get suckered into the total love stuff, she tells you that she “really loves” you, and you start to believe it, then remember that really easy her likely told each of the last 50 guys the same thing so that you have to guess what are the odds she means it this time?

I know; I know; there are a lot of feminists who neglect to mention this little point, call the point unjustified, unfair “slut shaming,” but got to be a drooling idiot or thinking just with your short arm to fail to understand this point.

And, before she told you how much she loved you, did she know you have a new supercharged Corvette, a Ferrari America, a high end MB SUV, a 20,000 square foot house with an adjacent indoor pool, a 50′ yacht, a ski cabin with a good view of the Grand Tetons, not just a nest egg but a nest filled with golden eggs, a really good business, etc.?

Yes, her mother told her that it was as easy, maybe even easier, to fall in love with a rich man as a poor one, but no doubt your mother/father told you to watch out for gold diggers.

Net, to heck with really easy women — now with the lawyers, the really easy women are too darned expensive.

For the feminists and their castration, uh, I mean castigation, little slip there, “ouch!” of the hated double standard, as any mathematician can quickly see, there’s no symmetry here — a physicist would call it broken symmetry. It goes like: For a man and wife, if she cheats on him, then he can get stuck raising the child of another man, but, if he cheats on her, then she doesn’t get stuck raising the child of another woman. Or, as some people noticed some thousands of years ago: For a baby, we always know who the mother is. And, feminists, THAT’S the rock solid, granite hard, iron clad foundation of the double standard.

It’s curious that some feminists don’t notice that little observation about lack of symmetry.

Back on the old days, do a little hitting on woman to the point of harassment and many times it would be her word against her alleged perpetrator — and it still could end up being a huge issue. Now, with all of the electronic paper trails one would think that it would be a slam dunk case to nail harassing perps — culture or no culture. But now I know differently. Uber a should be a case study for every would be CEO.

Another thing that this Uber story has made me realize (not that I didn’t know it already, but still, it never ceases to amaze me), is that nothing can make a man more stupid than his unchecked libido. Any form of intelligence becomes neutralized.

In today’s world, all of the Uber perverts have the means and tools available to secure as much hired pussy as their fanciful hearts desire — with ease. To hit on woman who work for you, and can make your life miserable, is a poor risk to reward trade — especially when compared to available alternative trades.

What ever happened to a little bit of decency and honesty? Sounds like Uber is going to unravel under it’s own weight in time.

WTF?

http://themusingsofthebigredcar.com/uber-cultural-wheels-falling-off/

Read and decide. What does this mean for your culture?

BRC
http://www.themusingsofthebigredcar.com