May 22, 2015
The Mattress Queen keeps making an appearance on my Facebook feed. The mainstream media and the Sisters of Outrage love to spread accusations of rape, even ones that have been proven bogus.
Stephanie Hallett of Ms. Magazine hailed Emma Sulkowicz as a brave heroine and one of the greatest things to happen to feminists in 2014. Sulkowicz made herself famous by claiming she was raped. And then made herself even more famous by hauling a mattress around campus, publicly shaming a fellow feminist for allegedly raping her.
Despite there being no evidence of rape and lots of evidence that Emma was a jilted lover seeking payback, the Stephanie Halletts of the world still maintain that Sulkowicz is a model citizen and have made no effort to apologize to her falsely-accused/publicly-shamed victim.
Another feminist blogger at New York Magazine is outraged because the president of Columbia University wouldn’t shake hands with Emma. Perhaps, he was afraid that she would accuse him of raping her hand?
I’ll be honest, I didn’t follow the story all that much. Even though it was shoved in my face by the media. I only started to write about these stories, because of my BPD-ex. I am fascinated only because I want to understand why it became the focal point of her whole life. I have since learned that false accusations are normal for the abnormal- that 1% of the female population that loves to tell stories of rape, incest and boogie men.
I have also learned that many of these women experienced sexual abuse in their childhood. It is those memories that cause dissociation, lapse of good judgement and false accusations. Triggered memories of childhood abuse can cause the person to misinterpret events, especially if they involve intense emotions.
Stephanie Hallett has made a career out of praising troubled women through the lens of victimhood. She has yet to write any articles about mental illness. And that puzzles me. How can you write about women who show signs of emotional instability, the kind that makes you accuse a man of rape when he rejects you, and not write about the cause of such troubling behavior?
Those who don’t understand why a woman would falsely accuse a man of rape, don’t understand the nature of mental illness. They don’t understand BPD and the pain that comes with rejection. They don’t understand that rejection makes them do crazy things like accuse you of rape or anything else that might cast them as the victim. Imagine feeling so much pain (from rejection) that the only way you can describe it is by telling people that you were anally raped.
Fortunately, I’ve never had such accusations hurled at me. Lord knows I’ve been with women who were crazy enough to make such accusations. But I do know what it feels like to have a former lover turn 180 on you for inexplicable reasons. I know what it feels like to go from the love of their life to public enemy number one. I have had troubled women accuse me of abuse because how dare I accuse them of having mental issues?
On some level, I think the Mattress Queen believes she was raped. Troubled women believe their own delusions. They believe the world is out to get them. Had the accused been just another one night stand (one of many), he might have escaped Emma’s wrath. But he made the mistake of getting emotionally involved with an emotionally unstable woman.
He was lured by sex, but didn’t realize that these women use it as a tool to punish men. Their ambivalent feelings about sex are the result of childhood trauma. It has left them with an insatiable appetite for sex, but also an insatiable appetite for destroying that which they desire.
You should never judge a book by its cover. Even if that book has purple/blue hair or whatever look is fashionable with the identity-disturbance crowd these days. But you should always look beyond the carefully-fashioned image that is created by people who love attention just a little too much. People who carry mattresses are also carrying emotional baggage. If you look closely you can see it. It is plain as day.
People who praise people who carry mattresses are also carrying emotional baggage. They are carrying the burden of proof. They are constantly re-writing the narrative to bring legitamcy to their tales of victimhood. Unfortunately, women like Stephanie Hallett keep cherry-picking stories of victimization that later turn out to be false. So instead of lending credence to her own narrative, it only serves to create doubt.
Borderline women use the law as a weapon and they use their womanhood as a shield. But the law is onto them. Cases like this are often thrown out because of a lack of evidence and a history of attention-seeking/chaos manufacturing.
These women are out to prove that all men are pigs, and then can’t fathom why they are constantly being rejected. They offer men the promise of wild sex and can’t figure out why men use them for sex. They run away from good men and can’t figure out why they end up with the male version of themselves. Stephanie Hallett can’t figure out why the only publication that will employ her is one that doesn’t insist on fact-checking or doesn’t frown upon pseudo-journalism. And Emma Sulkowicz is left wondering, “Why, oh why won’t the president of the prestigious university shake my hand???”
Despite being cleared of wrongdoing, this poor guy’s reputation is tarnished for life. His name smeared across national headlines. He may even re-think his position on feminism. “Feminists” like Emma Sulkowicz and Stephanie Hallett will go on blindly lashing out at MANkind, because they aren’t really fighting for women’s rights. They are fighting inner demons… fighting a past they can not accept.
I know what it’s like to suddenly realize the woman you’re with is batshit crazy. And in that moment, she too will realize that you know too much. She may even sense your justifiable concern and interpret it as rejection. She may even pretend she is rejecting your advances in retaliation. If she feels reallly hurt, she will go so far as to find a way to dehumanize you… portray you as a predator. She will do everything except address her own issues or accept responsibility for her illness.
It is much easier to paint a picture of victimization… paint you as the devil. This is about her victimhood. Not yours. Feminists like Stephanie Hallett never write about falsely-accused men, even ones who are feminists themselves. To write about a man’s victimhood would reveal too much about their disease and that would defeat the purpose of the dog and pony show.
May 19, 2015
- I have disordered eating patterns.
- I am sometimes obsessive.
- I sometimes get intrusive thoughts which I am unable to ignore.
- I become attached easily.
- I often “bait” people in order to start a conflict.
- I have trouble sleeping, or I sleep too much.
- I have a child-like curiosity.
- I am dependent on others.
- I sometimes mimic or mirror others.
- I have nightmares.
- I have difficulty processing information.
- My appearance changes often.
- I have an extreme need for acceptance.
- I have a natural rejection of people in authority.
- I constantly feel like I need to prove myself over and over again.
- I very much live in the moment, to the point where past actions don’t matter. How I judge others (and myself) depends entirely on what is happening right now.
- I isolate myself, even when I need social interaction.
- I am often defensive.
- I have anxiety/panic attacks.
- I experience memory lapses.
- I consider myself a perfectionist.
- I react very strongly to mundane experiences.
- I have a difficult time making decisions.
- I have difficulty completing tasks.
- I often feel misunderstood, mistreated, or victimized.
- When I am upset, I am unable to calm down without help.
- I castrophicize my problems and see the smallest things as the end of the world.
- I often see my problems as unsolvable and hopeless to fix.
- I hold grudges.
- I alternate between seeing others as completely for them or against me.
- I have a hard time recalling someone’s love for me when they’re not around.
- I change my opinions depending on whom I’m with.
- Sometimes the slightest provocation will make me feel abandoned.
- I feel distrustful and suspicious a great deal of time.
- I rush into relationships based on an idea of a person rather than the person themselves.
April 26, 2015
Before My ACOA-ex and before my BPD-ex, there was a girl named Andrea Rae. Andrea was not the first troubled woman in my life, and sadly she would not be my last. She was, however, the most traumatic experience in my life.
Andrea was a self-proclaimed bitch. She was proud of it. She claims she came from a long line of bitches. She even had books on her shelf that instructed her on how she could be more of a bitch and earn the respect of men. Yes, women like this actually exist.
I met Andrea in a dark and crowded room with music pumping through the speakers. We met in the heat of the moment. It was a passionate moment. Maybe too passionate for a first encounter. Still, I was prepared to let it be a fleeting moment. Then she said, in a dissapointed tone, “Aren’t you going to ask me for my number?”
I remember that night vividly. She was with her girl posse. I offered to drive her and her friend home later that night. I was on a natural high. She brought that out in me. Like my other exes, she loved very public displays of affection. Admittedly, so did I.
As I drove off, her friend spotted the guy she had been making out with all night. Instead of waving to say hi, she ducked into her seat to avoid him. Andrea laughed as if she thought it was amusing that her friend had dissed the guy after making him think she was into him. In hindsight, it was a very telling moment. It said a lot about Andrea and the mean girls she hung out with. Man Haters love to play with their prey.
Andrea was a smart girl as are most of the women I date. She was just graduating with a degree in electrical engineering. But she was a pretty nerd. This nerdy gal was no modest introvert. She would show up to our dates showing ample bosom. That was her secret weapon. Once a taxi cab driver braked just to get an eyefull. Men would chat her up when I wasn’t looking. She loved the attention.
After graduation, she had an offer to take a job with a big financial firm in NYC. But even so, we spent almost every day together. She gave me all her time and all her love. She called me three times a day. And I was always thinking, “What did I do to deserve so much affection?” She would praise me non-stop. She was dropping the love bomb and I couldn’t get enough of it. Little did I know that I would fall from that position just as quickly.
When she wanted to be, she could be the cuddliest girl you’ve ever met. But as the relationship went on, I noticed another side of her personality. As good as she was at lifting me up, she could cut me down to size in a matter of seconds. She could be as cruel as she was sweet, whatever suited her needs at the moment.
After a while, I started noticing the disdainful way she spoke about men. She spoke about them as if they were inferior beings. She was very condescending and judgmental. She (like all my exes) would say things like “all men are pigs”. Andrea Rae wasn’t the first Man Hater to pounce on me, but she was definitely the most hateful. I would learn just how hateful.
My love affair with Andrea was like a slow reveal. The layer of the onion would get more and more bitter as I peeled off the layers. The sweet girl-next-door act was just that… an act to lure unsuspecting men to their doom. Andrea was the ultimate femme fatale- a woman who relished the punishment of men, a woman who enjoyed exerting control over them. To Andrea Rae, love was a power struggle and she was practicing to be a dominatrix.
I knew Andrea, before I knew anything about BPD or ACOA. But even back then, I knew something was not right. She liked to call me “daddy” when we were alone… like a sweet little girl. She was being affectionate, but there was something unsettling about it. I have a history of dating women who do not exhibit age-appropriate behavior and who have daddy issues. Professionals might observe this behavior and suggest sexual-traumatization at a young age had emotionally stunted these women.
My suspicions grew whenever she would make unusually brutal and inappropriate remarks about sex, including disturbing remarks about incest and beastiality. Sex was always awkward and unomfortable with Andrea Rae. She liked to play rough and talk dirty. But it never felt right. Something was off. She would chastise me if I didn’t do things exactly the way she wanted. Everything was a control issue. These are the telltale signs that a woman has had a troubled past.
Andrea acted like she was daddy’s little princess, but something tells me all was not well in her family. Her impulse was to run away from intimacy. Andrea longed for the glamour of the big city (having watched a lot of the Sex and the City and reading bundles of Cosmo magazine ), because she hated growing up in a small mining town in Nevada. Her dad was an engineer but she grew up in a town of rednecks. It was the kind of town where bored girls experimented with crack and slept with other women’s husbands. Andrea was no exception to this rule.
The more insecure she felt, the more she developed an alternate persona. She took on an air of superiority that belied her terrible insecurities and past. She was tough on the outside, but unusually fragile on the inside. She was easily offended and would lash out with terrible cruelty. This was a pattern of behavior I’ve noticed in all the women I’ve loved. It is the trademark of an abusive personality… one that abuses loved ones behind closed doors.
Before she left for the Big City, she suggested we have an open relationship. I was ok with this because I saw no point in being exclusive if she was going to be in another city. It was difficult to imagine her with other men, but I started dating another woman to relieve the pain. Andrea Rae did not like this at all. And when she found out that I had sex with the other woman, she flipped her lid. I have never seen her quite as vicious. It was ok if she took strange men to her bed. But it was not ok if I slept with a woman I had been dating for three months.
Months earlier, I took a trip to NY to visit her. She told me she was so excited to see me. But on the day I was suppose to fly out, she expressed reservations about our relationship. And when I got there, she acted distant and emotionally-detached. This is the push-pull behavior I have come to know too well.
I was annoyed that I had flown all the way to see her, just to have her act like she didn’t know me. So I broke up with her. Again she reacted viciously. Andrea Rae did not take rejection well. Foolishly, I took her back. Because I mistook her rage for love. But she did not love me. She just wanted me back long enough to find a replacement. She was stringing me along… she was buying time… time to find a replacement. This is what they all do. Andrea Rae always had to be the one who rejected the man… not the other way around.
When I called her out about her push/pull behavior, she split me black. We had talked about staying friends, but she was not friendly at all. She was quite hostile. And even accused me of harassing her when I made attempts to stay friendly. The woman who use to call me three times a day, was now annoyed if I called her at all. She literally turned on me overnight. I went from the love of her life to public enemy number one. The wall was up and she was intent on running away. She was out to prove that all men are indeed pigs.
Like all femme-fatales, she loves anatagonizing men and then playing the victim. A woman, who is victimized at a young age, re-plays the drama of her youth… over and over again. She plays the victim because that is all she knows. She even went so far as to make vicious threats and outlandish accusations. The Man Hater fights dirty. Attacking you with brutal hostility and then playing the victim is how you know you are dealing with a sadist. She is punishing you for something that happened in her childhood.
Being ambitious and book-smart has allowed Andrea to climb up the corporate ladder with great efficiency. Her control issues make her a suitable candidate for middle management. But like most high-functioning sociopaths, she fails to achieve that success in her private life. She is still on the run, jumping across the pond in hopes things will be different. Yet I will bet good money that she has moved from one broken relationship to another. Blaming each man for its failure. Like all femme-fatales, Andrea Rae sees men as the problem- the source of all her misery.
Andrea Rae isn’t smart enough to figure out that she has a pattern of pushing men away and ruining their lives, especially men who treat her with kindness. Denial allows her to play dumb. She sees kindness as a weakness… for her to exploit and manipulate. Admission of guilt would prevent her from completing her mission- to prove all men are pigs. She would have to admit that she is a narcissist and a sociopath. What had to happen to create such a monster? With each relationship, the answers become more clear.
All my exes insisted they were nothing like the woman I dated before. But that is utter nonsense. They all share the same qualities that fill the pages of this blog. It has become abundantly clear that I am dating the same woman over and over again.
April 14, 2015
I have a sixth sense about people. I seem to see what others can not. Not sure if this is a gift or a curse. Some people think I’m crazy. But the truth, that some do not want to hear, is that I know what I’m talking about. I don’t say this to boast. I say this because time has proven me correct. When I heard that my BPDex had failed another relationship, it was confirmation that everything written here was spot on.
Recently, two more people in my life fell from grace. One was a company that I had worked for… a company run by people who I knew were toxic. But no one else in the company saw this because they were all in denial. They were too busy drinking the Kool Aid. They had fired me because I had a bad habit of pointing out their dysfunctional behavior… abusive behavior that I had recognized as that of people affected by alcoholism and mood disorders.
On my way out, I warned co-workers to watch their back. The smart ones took my advice and jumped ship. The diehard denialist sank with the ship.
The company closed their doors this month and sold the company to a global entity. The owners cashed out and left the rest of their employees to sink. That was their true nature showing in the final moments. So much for the facade of generosity.
The second person to fall was someone who I hardly knew. But I’ve known him since my early days in the Big CIty. He was a small-time celebrity in the underground music scene. He was one of those people who never aged. But I always had a sense there was a sadness behind the glitz and the glamour. Rumor has it he committed suicide. Nobody knows why, but I suspect he was yet another runaway from a small town… a runaway who was running from his past and his problems.
He was like Peter Pan- a boy who never wanted to grow up aka change. His glory days were well behind him and I could see that the glimmer had faded in recent years.
Many of those club kids are now aging hipsters. Hipsters do not age well. Once that fabulous glow of youth has faded, they must confront their demons again. I think it was too much for him. He was too sensitive for his own good… like so many others in the Big City.
March 27, 2015
Emotionally-damaged women love telling you their sob stories. But when you use those sob stories to explain why their behavior is so erratic and irrational, they shut down. They run away and block your phone number. They accuse you of being abusive. They play the victim.
These women live in denial, because denial keeps them warm and fuzzy. Acknowledging the damage that has been done only happens when they want to give you the impression there might be hope. But with each damaged woman I make the mistake of loving, I realize there is little hope… if any.
Something about their condition prevents self-awareness and change. Is it their self-destructive streak? the bubble of denial? Or is it this need to appear perfect in every way. All the women I dated, were obsessed with their appearance. They brushed their teeth until their bristles were warped. They spent hours in front of their mirror, obsessing about their hair and their outfits… looking outward to prevent themselves (and the world) from looking inward.
My ACOA-ex was OCD. I would come home to find that all my shirts had been buttoned up and folded neatly. My sink and bathtub scrubbed so hard that the enamel and chrome was worn off. This was her need to control things. She obsessed about things until she wore it down… like she wore me down. She tried to control me with her mind games and her tantrums. But that was what pushed me away. She is her own worst enemy and she has yet to figure that out.
Like all my exes, she found a quick replacement when it was convenient for her. That was the only way she could soothe her feelings of abandonment and satiate her sexual appetite. The only way she could rid herself of the fear that I might leave her was to leave me. She knew she could not control me or convince me that I was the problem. So she found someone she could control and would take the abuse.
I laugh whenever I see the men who would become my replacements. They almost always have that look of cluelessness on their face. It is almost as if my exes intentionally found someone who was more gullible… someone so dense, they could not possibly know what they were in for. My troubled exes are trying to find someone who will believe the lies and the manipulations. Because that is the only way they can feel in control.
I made them feel out of control. Because I would not play their games. I called them out… one, too many times. I knew too much. They would accuse me of using their sob stories against them as if I were putting them on trial. I burst their bubble of delusions. And that was the only reason they needed to run.
March 10, 2015
Found an article on unresolved trauma. Below are 20 symptoms:
The rest of the article can be found here:
March 7, 2015
Beware of things that come too easily. This is especially true when it comes to love. This is true of all my relationships. They were all too good to be true.
My last ex claimed she knew I was the One, the first time I met her. I knew this was hogwash and a redflag, but I took the bait anyways. I was out for a good time when I met her. No intentions of falling in love. But she asked for my phone number and I was only happy to give it to her. It was too easy, but I didn’t care.
Of course, there were many other redflags. She was hours late to our first date. Being flaky and inconsiderate of other people’s time was her trademark. It never occured to her that this was a redflag. It seems small and insignificant, but in fact it was an early sign of her relationship-sabotaging ways.
This is what they mean by Push-Pull behavior. They are pulling you in and pushing you away at the same time, leaving you confused and frustrated. Within months, there was talk of living together. I was still dating another woman when I first met her. She would later chastise me for this, because I was completely unaware that I was already in a commited relationship. Oh yes, she had plans before I knew there were plans.
To be fair, I walked into it. It’s hard to walk away from that feeling of being loved. Even if you know it’s being artificially inflated for dramatic purposes. I even introduced her to my family. If you ever want to see a troubled woman freak out, introduce her to your family. She will relish it and use it as an opportunity to fall apart. It is, at this moment, that you will see the effect that intimacy has on her. She will become irritable and start fights for no reason. She will look for any reason to fight.
This is because the same intimacy that she demands, is the same intimacy that triggers her fight and flight response. My ACOA-ex was overjoyed to meet my parents, but this is when I started noticing her flip-flopping ways. This reaction was remarkably similar to the way my BPD-ex reacted. Maybe, on some level, this had become my litmus test.
When a love comes this easy there is no foundation. The expectations are built up high like a house of cards on a foldout table. It is why these relationships fall as quickly as they are built up.
My BPDex married her ex months after our relationship crumbled. Three years later, there are no signs of that marriage. This is the speed at which these women operate. So it’s actually good that I’m dating a woman who wants to go slow. Maybe too slow for my liking. But that’s a good thing because I recognize that I am as responsible for those relationships moving quickly as the women who pushed for it.
Admittedly, I miss that feeling of being in love. It may not have been real, but it felt real… at the time. But the fact that it was so easily taken away confirms that it wasn’t real. Real love doesn’t disappear after two years or after you come back from a business trip. Was any of it real? Well, something had to trigger her fight/fight response.
February 17, 2015
Signs of fear of intimacy may include: avoiding physical/sexual contact or having an insatiable sexual appetite, difficulty with commitment, history of unstable relationships, low self-esteem, bouts of anger, isolation, difficulty forming close relationships, difficulty sharing feelings, difficulty showing emotion, and difficulty trusting.
This is the best way I know how to describe all the women I’ve loved. To be fair, I can identify with most of the signs listed in the quote above. But if I’m a 7, the women I dated were 11s.
It is too easy and tempting to write them off as psychos or evil incarnate. Because they are much more complicated than that.
If they were simply evil women, I could have easily walked away. But the women I loved were always keeping me guessing.
At times, they provided ample love and tenderness. There were times when they were nurturing and healthy lovers. They weren’t always cold and heartless. They only showed those signs towards the very end. If anything, they were full of emotion. Too much emotion. Can a woman be too emo to love?
If she feels emotions with too much intensity, she will not be able to handle love. The women I loved, embraced it. They welcomed it with open-arms. But once it was in their arms, they feared losing it. They tried it on and ultimately didn’t feel worthy.
My last ex was always reading my emails and texts hoping to catch me cheating on her. She drew absurd conclusions that had no basis in fact. She did that because love made her a nervous wreck. She was too sensitive for her own good or mine.
There is no way for these women to turn down the emotional dial. Not when it comes to love. This is why only lovers know what family and friends find so hard to believe.
The one I call my ACOA-ex was the most loving of all my exes. But she could also be the most vindictive when she felt like I was not reciprocating her love. But that was her perception, not reality. It was the perception of a woman who never felt deserving of love. Her childhood memories were being triggered by our relationship.
The one I’m currently seeing is not as emo, but she is also not entirely emotionally available. She was kind enough to admit that her capacity to love is limited. It is her surprising honesty that makes her less harmful. Because you never fall in love with someone who is emotionally unavailable and knows it. You take it for what it is. The real harm comes from loving a woman who fools you and herself into believing she is capable of love. But in reality, she is too emo to love.
February 16, 2015
As I get older today, I reflect upon what I’ve learned and what I still need to learn. I’ve said good-bye to a lot of friends in the last few years, which is always a painful process. But it’s gotta be done.
I have fewer friends. But the ones I have are keepers. No more fair-weather friends or self-centered narcissists. No more unnecessary drama. No more dysfunction or passive-aggressive toxicity left over from childhood.
Truth be told, we all had less than perfect childhoods. But I’ve learned that not everyone uses that as an excuse to be a horrible human being. I’ve met some people on this blog whose existence proves that a damaged child can be a decent adult.
It is always sad when you love someone and continue to love someone after the relationship goes to shit. In that instant, their “love” magically evaporates into thin air. You wonder if it was ever genuine. Maybe my standard for love is higher. I require and deserve permanence and consistency. That is how I know my love is real and I expect no less for myself.
I can not trust someone who snaps and pulls a 180 on me every time they feel like its justified. I can not continue to love someone who punishes people because they are feeling insecure and vulnerable. Or punishes me because something dear old dad did to them.
But still there will always be a part of me that loves those women who took their love back so easily. That is why betrayal is so painful to me. Because when their love has already and completely dried up, my love still remains.
February 6, 2015
When I met my ACOA-Ex, I was actually dating someone else. She never lets me forget that. I wasn’t trying to date two girls at one time. I don’t have that much free time. It just happened.
We had only been dating for that summer and then I met my ACOA-Ex. It was a meaningless fling, something to pass the time. And of course, she was crazy as hell. Much much crazier than my ACOA-Ex. So crazy even I had to figure out a polite way of ending the fling. Believe it or not, she was too crazy even for my tastes.
Then my ACOA-Ex came into my life and she seemed… well, relatively normal. So that helped me make up my mind. The transition was not smooth. I had to find some way of gingerly breaking up with a crazy woman. My Ex thinks I’m a player, but that isn’t the case at all.
I was still trying to figure out what I wanted and I was still finding crazy women in my life. If I was non-committal, it was because I was afraid of committing myself to yet another Man-Hater. So I kept things light.
Digging shallow holes, as they say, in hopes of finally finding a healthy relationship.
I had only been dating my Ex for a month. But, like so many of my other exes, she was on the fast track. She actually asked for my phone number when we met, so I was definitely not trying to date multiple women. It just happened.
In retrospect, I should have continued dating. I should not have jumped into a relationship so quickly. People, like me, can’t avoid crazy women. They are everywhere. Maybe it’s because I hang around eccentric circles, creative people who have liberal lifestyles. Or maybe, it’s because I’m a little crazy myself and just attract birds of a feather.
I’m not afraid of being alone. I am, what you call, a friendly introvert. I like going to restaurants, bars and the movies by myself. Or at least, I am comfortable doing that. But I also like being with someone who shares my interests and unique point of view. So when I meet a woman who feels familiar, I date her.
Unfortunately, familiar to me is crazy. And that’s what I don’t need. So maybe I need to start dating women who aren’t familiar. That is why dating is so important. Because it’s practice for the real thing.
Dating crazy women is not the problem. Being in love with a crazy woman is. It’s important for me to date to explore my options. Because my tendency and pattern is to date crazy, I need to date more often. I need to date until I find that one woman who isn’t so crazy. Or maybe just the right amount of crazy.
We all have issues. Myself included. But even I have limits. I like quirky people. I like crazy people who do amazing things, the kind of things only a crazy person can do. What I don’t like is the kind of crazy that translates into women punishing men for the sins of their fathers. That I can do without.