Victimhood

F**k!

Pothead heard something which sounded like breaking glass. The bowl of veggies in the microwave had broken into two. The veggies were charred. The timer was set to 100 mins. And Blackboots had forgotten all about it. He was washing dishes, making pasta, frying chicken, microwaving vegetables and lecturing Pothead over skype. Now that definitely is something a man must avoid, thought Ph. They’ll never get their act together without breaking every piece of crockery in the kitchen. But he was lecturing her on how it was a man’s world. Men made religion. That was why Mary Magdalene was written off as a whore. Oh no-dismissed Ph-that was a play of power politics. But a feminist wouldn’t think that way, said BB. She would see it more as a suppression of the female voice by man!

As BB prattled on making terrific noises with his crockery making it sound he was breaking  them all, her thoughts drifted. The assumption that men were somehow greater, bigger, somehow “more”, made him actually more responsible. He would accept he had more responsibility and willingly take it. He wouldn’t tell on a woman. He would accept being beaten by a girl because he prided himself on being able to take it-he was the stronger one. He had to take it in. And he did not feel victimized.

She thought of the guy who was kissed by a girl he wasn’t really into. They had all laughed and made fun of him. No one thought he was a victim. Was it also due to our inherent acceptance as the receiving end which made us more socially conscious of the victimhood?