A Choice of His Own

An illustration of why Virginnia Wolfe whining about her gender is powerful but lame

Being a rich, white male is sometimes frustrating.

Firstly, almost all the problems in the world are the fault of your choices.

Whether its for our incompetancies and evils in dealing with race, sex, religion, economics, politics, ethnicity, disability or music taste, white, rich males are usually at the head of every well meaning, tree hippies hit list. For good reason too, our forefathers fucked up.

Secondly, and closely related to firstly, you are given an awful lot of responsibility.

With the immense choice open to you as the elite of the world, you are expected, somehow to succeed on three fronts. 1. Find a Gorgeous Girl, Knock Her Up. 2. Become Financially Literate, Invest Wisely and 3. Become An Adaptable Expert.

Probably in exactly the opposite order but you get the picture. A lot is expected, fail on any of these accounts and society deems you as a failure, and trust me, there is no being more depressed than a failed rich male (except a failed rich male's wife).

It is therefore surprising and humbling that so many manage to pull out a number 4. Become Creative Enough to Write A Novel.

There are the odd few that divert their efforts from 3 to 4, and certainly 4 can come at the expense of any of 1 to 3 but it is nevertheless a profound achievement that deserves respect. Indeed, the mere attempt, often allocating an individual firmly into the failure bucket, is something worth celebrating.

It is perhaps a fruitless hope but I would like to live in a world where the pursuit and failure of 4 would not necessarily be deemed a failure. A world where a man can have a choice of his own.


Its almost like chicks have it easier, they can make the mistakes and fail but always have the option of marrying and leeching off a success. Its what comes with all this power, this immense responsibility.
 
It is hard being a super gender. But someone has to do it.