Absolute Prick
I love nice men. I love clever, warm, and vibrant men. It's not a coincidence that I hold women to the same standards of conduct, but I've spent enough blogspace yelling at 21st century women to shut their pie holes and get with the "let's be reasonable human beings" program.
That's why I was so happy to see Lore Sjoberg do my dirty work for me when it comes to calling so-called "nice guys" out on their bullshit.
Too lazy to click the link?
Here's the highlights:
Guys, you’re not “too nice.” That’s like saying you can’t get seated at an L.A. restaurant because you’re too famous.
For some reason, you think “nice” means “completely devoid of sexual energy.” When you’re attracted to someone, you treat her like you’re her brother. Her brother the priest. Her brother the elderly Victorian priest who is actually a large stuffed animal. Then when some guy comes along and does a little thoughtful flirting and actually gets her attention, you think “Man, that guy’s a jerkface.”
You don’t know many women. Having been passed on by the six or seven ladyfolks you see on a regular basis, you are now ready to assume that all women are deeply broken individuals who don’t know what’s good for them. Somehow you think that treating all women as freely interchangable mentally damaged goods is compatible with being “nice.”
You’re one of those guys who wishes he lived in the Arthurian era — which is to say an era that never actually existed — and who actually uses the word prithee. You practice some sort of demented Hollywood version of chivalry. When women are creeped out by this, you assume they don’t like nice guys, rather than assuming more accurately that they have no desire to get involved with your little love-LARP.
[Ed. Note: Dudes who say "My Lady" is reason #746 why Renfaires make me stabby; this despite owning a purloined box of vintage 12th century women's garments for my own sick amusement. Eleanor of Aquitaine was sooooo pissed when that circa-1996 64megabyte mp3 player ran out of batteries. No more Abba for you, Lainey!]
They want to be Someone’s Boyfriend, as if that will solve all their personal problems.
Or just watch this:



















