It’s not just the “get off my lawn you whippersnappers” thing. Yes, I had female friends who I wished were more than just friends.
Yes, it sucks when your feelings are not reciprocated. It sucks a lot. It’s a FML like of moment.
But there’s something… nastier… to the concept now.
|It is not just the creepy way his arm bends, either.|
Let me try to share my unease through these images from around the internet:
Notice the trend? The entitled whining of the men’s rights and pickup artists douchebags has taken over. Who cares if she just wants to be friends – he gets benefits. Who cares if the girl doesn’t want his hands on her breasts? That’s unimportant – we just care about whether or not he’s in the “friendzone”.
But this one is almost worse.
|Not because of the Twilight connection.|
Did you catch the message here: That friendship is worthless.
This isn’t the When Harry Met Sally “can men and women be friends” question. This is explicitly saying that there’s no point in being nice to women unless you’re getting sexual favors in return.
While I’m not – by far – the first to comment on this (this Salon article is very good), I started thinking about this again after writing how diversity in fiction should be a given.
Because there’s a fundamental missed point here:
Being a nice person does not mean you “earn” anything. It means you’re not kicked to the curb.
Somehow we – men in particular – have gotten the idea that being a basic, decent human being toward someone else somehow entitles us to… well, anything. And then they whine when they don’t get it… somehow not realizing that might be part of the problem.