Post by SkyEyesWhen I got married the first time and had a big wedding,
we stipulated "For the over-18 crowd only, please" on the
invitations. It didn't help.
It isn't just breeders.
There's an annual unpublicized, word-of-mouth event in my
area called the Wild Game Feed. I haven't been in maybe
ten years so I forget who puts it on; I seem to recall
that it's the Lion's Club or some other community-service
organization of that ilk.
Anyway, this is strictly a stag affair, a chance for the
boys to have an evening with the boys that's devoted to
drinking, carousing, uninhibited farting and scratching
of testicles, the smoking of cigars for those so inclined,
and primarily, the eating of exotic animal flesh that's
grilled and served by volunteers. It's held in the group
picnic area of the Blackberry Farm, a private park in
Cupertino -- the town which some may recognize as the
home of Apple Computer.
I went to this thing two or three times. On one occasion,
some guy ignored the rules and brought his wife or girl-
friend. What the hell? What part of "men only" was he
unclear on? This event is by its very nature intended
for males. It's sort of like that event up north in the
redwoods, only for hoi polloi instead of movers and
shakers.
Now, I enjoy female companionship as much as the next
red-blooded American male does, so neither sexism nor
male chauvinism entered into it. A convocation of the
He-Men's Woman-Hating Club or Al Bundy's "No Ma'am,"
this was not. But goddammit, sometimes the guys want
to hang with the guys, just as sometimes the girls want
to hang with the girls. There's not a thing wrong with
that. Some women seem to believe that any and all men-
only cliques and occasions must be made co-ed, for no
more substantial reason than that they exist in that
form. Well, I beg to differ.
You gals don't crash our Wild Game Feed, and we won't
crash your wedding and baby showers. Deal? Then we'll
get back together and make up for lost time by screwing
like crazed weasels. We'll make it up to you. Trust us.
This guy had the remaining 364 days of the year to enjoy
the company of his spooge receptacle. Could he not be
apart from her for one goddam evening? Can we evil,
oppressing, warmongering Penis People not be among only
others of our kind, just that once? Evidently not.
The couple was ostracized. Not by means of any evident
whispering campaign, but just spontaneously. This group
picnic area consists of long rows of wooden tables pushed
together end to end in a sparse grove of trees. People
sat elbow to elbow, but there was an invisible bubble
around these two. I suspect that the "men only" message
was promulgated with renewed vigor in subsequent years.
Geoff
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'community organizer,' except that you have
actual responsibilities." -- Sarah Palin