I feel bad, because you suck.

I was listening to the radio on the way to work this morning, and the conversation was tremendously depressing. The conversation was about a post on Craigslist wherin the author said that he often paid for sex. He’d go to girls at clubs and tell them that he wasn’t interested in a relationship, but he’d give them whatever (money, gifts, etc), have sex with them, and then kick them out. He was quite proud of himself, and there were callers who said they actually respected this, because he was upfront!

There were callers that agreed that this was the way things were, and the couple callers that said things like “It seems like there’s a larger self-esteem or respect issue here,” got taken apart. This isn’t the way things are. There was a bitterness that was sickening through the whole thing, and the idea that the idea of love is naïve is depressing. The idea that everybody’s just out to have as much anonymous sex as possible is cynical. And the thought that “if you saw a scorecard from your partners you’d be horrified,” is painful. Because that can’t be the way things work. It can’t be. It shouldn’t have to be. It’s dirty, and I don’t want to know the type of girl that says “Yeah, sure, thanks for being upfront. Give me my money, and we’ll have a good rogering,” because it screams about a lack of respect for yourself and for the other person. Or maybe I am being starry-eyed. The woman that was on the radio the longest told some 20-year-old that she was “sorry that she’d have go through it,” or something like that. It’s stupid. There seems to be an overwhelming population that has no problem with that philosophy. It’s part of the “club scene,” or whatever, and “nice guys” get killed, because the girls aren’t interested in them. That’s bullshit, too. This whole segment on the show was depressing and infuriating. But it does make me remember something:

I’m very, very, very lucky.