Spent Thursday in Tel Aviv, buying Swedish snuff and hanging out with Jonathan and Sanna. I also managed to snap a few pictures with my trusty old cell phone. Tel Aviv is messy, noisy and stressy, and it's architecture is a hysterical blend of Bauhaus, Neo brutalism, experimentalism and hyper modernity. More on Israel and it's architecture in a later blog post. For now, I'll leave you contemplating the pics.
I'm in a bad mood. Fed up. With men. To be clear: I'm not a feminist, I don't believe men to have a rape gene or to be incapable of acting decently due to sociological constraints, general upbringing or an in general evil manhood into which we are socialised. Never the less, I'm truly fed up with the way certain men behave towards women. Part of the reasons are purely egoistic: I'm fed up with being treated like a potential moron, molester or rapist. I'm tired of noticing how women ahead start speeding up when I'm quietly walking home at night, and having too slow down or change sidewalks not to scare her. And a few months ago in New York City I was unable to get a girl to date me, to even meet me in a restaurant, partly because of her previous encounters with inconsiderate schmucks and madmen. Instead we talked on the phone for some 8 (!) hours, half of which was devoted to her interrogating me as to whether I was a stalker, madman, alcoholic or something o...
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