I once heard a 13 year old armo boy say: "Of course I'll beat my wife. She needs to know her place. Besides, why wouldn't I? All she'll be doing is getting her nails done and gossiping over coffee with the neighbors and then have the nerve to talk s**t to me when I come home from work, tired. Why would I have respect for that?" I had the sudden urge to become Japanese, or Brazilian, or hell, Martian!!
I'm reminded of that boy of late reading some of the posts by the men on this forum, posts replete with cynicism, hopelessness, helpless finger-pointing, despairing criticism of the Armenian Woman. It's as if a poet sat down with the Muse and discovered he's sitting across from the daughter of Hades.
Now, now. Lest we feel too much sympathy for the poor poet who's lost his Muse, let's consider he found himself in his current condition, with a proper choice of salon-frequenting, coffee-drinking, gossip-passing, consumerist wife.
Could it have been, *gasp*his own doing?!
Because our sensitive poet of an Armenian male liked beautiful girls 10 years his junior, he naturally chose the prettiest girl in attendance at his cousin's wedding. Naturally, "pretty" girls like to stay that way. So she religiously did her nails, spent innumerable hours getting highlights, and berobed herself with the latest fashions. After all, what if, as he often threatened, he did find another pretty face to replace her?
The sensitive poet and the pretty girl are now engaged. He showered her with attentions, swearing he will take care of her, his "queen", that all she needs to do is make him a family. She gave up all thoughts of career and education. After all, as he often said, is home and family not the sacred duty of the armenian woman?
Now married, our poet kept his word. He paid the bills and bought her an expensive car. He kept her always at home. To waste away the maddening hours spent alone, she invited the neighbors for coffee. To hide the tears, she smiled. To hide the bruises, she stayed home. After all, as he often said, wasn't she a good-for-nothing, jobless, ignorant whore?
She yelled at him some when he came home; it didn't help. She spent money on her hair, nails, and clothes, hoping he would notice her again. It didn't help. Alone and miserable, she confided to her neighbors over coffee. But to all her former friends, she was a lucky woman who lived in an expensive home, drove an expensive car, and wore expensive clothes. And all her former friends modeled their lives after hers, getting highlights, shopping, and giving up careers for marriage. After all, wasn't that the way to land a great husband?
And more and more girls did what their now married friends were doing in hopes of securing their future.
Which brings me to an image that haunts my memories often. That of my neighbor in the proverbial armo immigrant apartment building in Glendale: a gorgeous girl with some promise who married a balding businessman, and four abuse-laden years later, sat at the stoop of her father's door, clutching her baby and her toddler in her arms, a single tear streaming down her gorgeous face, those armenian eyes staring off into space. After all, wasn't she going to drive off in her Mercedes ? Would she be late for her nail appointment?
Ha! Gentlemen, the beast which is before you in the form of the "modern" Armenian woman is*gasp*your very own creation!
DOC Supreme Member
Joined: 02 Jul 2008 Posts: 1256 Location: No place in particular
Posted Mon Aug 18, 2008
Excellent analysis of the Armenian "tradition". I'd love to dwell more into this topic, but it makes me cringe.
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Shamiram Guest
Posted Mon Aug 18, 2008
DOC wrote:
Excellent analysis of the Armenian "tradition". I'd love to dwell more into this topic, but it makes me cringe.
All the more reason to sink your teeth into it
24thCaprice New Member
Joined: 17 Aug 2008 Posts: 18
Posted Mon Aug 18, 2008
Shamiram wrote:
I once heard a 13 year old armo boy say: "Of course I'll beat my wife. She needs to know her place. Besides, why wouldn't I? All she'll be doing is getting her nails done and gossiping over coffee with the neighbors and then have the nerve to talk s**t to me when I come home from work, tired. Why would I have respect for that?" I had the sudden urge to become Japanese, or Brazilian, or hell, Martian!!
I'm reminded of that boy of late reading some of the posts by the men on this forum, posts replete with cynicism, hopelessness, helpless finger-pointing, despairing criticism of the Armenian Woman. It's as if a poet sat down with the Muse and discovered he's sitting across from the daughter of Hades.
Now, now. Lest we feel too much sympathy for the poor poet who's lost his Muse, let's consider he found himself in his current condition, with a proper choice of salon-frequenting, coffee-drinking, gossip-passing, consumerist wife.
Could it have been, *gasp*his own doing?!
Because our sensitive poet of an Armenian male liked beautiful girls 10 years his junior, he naturally chose the prettiest girl in attendance at his cousin's wedding. Naturally, "pretty" girls like to stay that way. So she religiously did her nails, spent innumerable hours getting highlights, and berobed herself with the latest fashions. After all, what if, as he often threatened, he did find another pretty face to replace her?
The sensitive poet and the pretty girl are now engaged. He showered her with attentions, swearing he will take care of her, his "queen", that all she needs to do is make him a family. She gave up all thoughts of career and education. After all, as he often said, is home and family not the sacred duty of the armenian woman?
Now married, our poet kept his word. He paid the bills and bought her an expensive car. He kept her always at home. To waste away the maddening hours spent alone, she invited the neighbors for coffee. To hide the tears, she smiled. To hide the bruises, she stayed home. After all, as he often said, wasn't she a good-for-nothing, jobless, ignorant whore?
She yelled at him some when he came home; it didn't help. She spent money on her hair, nails, and clothes, hoping he would notice her again. It didn't help. Alone and miserable, she confided to her neighbors over coffee. But to all her former friends, she was a lucky woman who lived in an expensive home, drove an expensive car, and wore expensive clothes. And all her former friends modeled their lives after hers, getting highlights, shopping, and giving up careers for marriage. After all, wasn't that the way to land a great husband?
And more and more girls did what their now married friends were doing in hopes of securing their future.
Which brings me to an image that haunts my memories often. That of my neighbor in the proverbial armo immigrant apartment building in Glendale: a gorgeous girl with some promise who married a balding businessman, and four abuse-laden years later, sat at the stoop of her father's door, clutching her baby and her toddler in her arms, a single tear streaming down her gorgeous face, those armenian eyes staring off into space. After all, wasn't she going to drive off in her Mercedes ? Would she be late for her nail appointment?
Ha! Gentlemen, the beast which is before you in the form of the "modern" Armenian woman is*gasp*your very own creation!
Your analysis is poisoned by your own delusional ideas of a "Frankenstine-esque" woman created by an evil doctor (Armenian Men) that are trapped by their own bidding. Both parties will not budge unless the other one shows some promise. Like the old anecdote, 'which came first, the chicken or the egg?'
The women of today have to culture, and I don't mean that by a sense of "being in touch with their roots," what I mean is that they are shallow and materialistic. I will not say that all women are this way, unless I can clone 4 billion copies of myself, date every single women on the planet, write up an analysis, and take advantage of email. A disappointingly LARGE percentage of women are like this.
It all comes down to how you were raised, because your families values will become your values, and if your family isn't educated with some sort of college degree, believes in the beauty of art and music, and at the least doesn't own a successfull business There are ALWAYS exceptions, but we are talking about the larger majority of outcomes.
Shamiram Guest
Posted Mon Aug 18, 2008
^^^ Believe it or not, that is NOT my own view of who Armenian men (or women) are. As you said, upbringing has a lot to do with it. No one in my circle fit these descriptions as I was growing up, so I myself was rather surprised when I heard of these stereotypes referred to as the norm among Armenians.
However, and sadly, a large chunk of the Armenian emigre population comes from conditions beyond their control which lead to the development of these anomalies, and to their eventual normalization. Sadly for the rest of us, this is the image that is associated with the "armenian" these days. So that's what I write about.
Jose Guest
Posted Mon Aug 18, 2008
this sh*t is wack!
Garo 13 New Member
Joined: 18 Aug 2008 Posts: 23
Posted Mon Aug 18, 2008
GOD DAMN MODERN WAYS!!!!!
DOC Supreme Member
Joined: 02 Jul 2008 Posts: 1256 Location: No place in particular
Posted Mon Aug 18, 2008
Garo 13 wrote:
GOD DAMN MODERN WAYS!!!!!
Modernity has nothing to do with it. You have to look at it from a humans perspective. Beauty is temporary and knowledge lasts for an eternity. You probably enjoy forced marriages.
I don't want an uneducated doorstep for a wife, maybe you do....but I have higher standards.
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DOC Supreme Member
Joined: 02 Jul 2008 Posts: 1256 Location: No place in particular
Posted Mon Aug 18, 2008
Shamiram wrote:
DOC wrote:
Excellent analysis of the Armenian "tradition". I'd love to dwell more into this topic, but it makes me cringe.
All the more reason to sink your teeth into it
Unfortunately you and I would be wasting our time here regarding this topic.
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Shamiram Guest
Posted Mon Aug 18, 2008
DOC wrote:
Shamiram wrote:
DOC wrote:
Excellent analysis of the Armenian "tradition". I'd love to dwell more into this topic, but it makes me cringe.
All the more reason to sink your teeth into it
Unfortunately you and I would be wasting our time here regarding this topic.
Call me naive, but I really don't think so. Exposing "them" to a novel opinion is the first step. Otherwise, they stay mired in the emotional/mental captivity that is their [/i]weltanschaung
v acht Guest
Posted Mon Aug 18, 2008
Go ahead DOC, call her naive!
Shamiram Guest
Posted Mon Aug 18, 2008
v acht wrote:
Go ahead DOC, call her naive!
you shush! i'm too "cool" for your labels! 8)
V8 recoils Guest
Posted Tue Aug 19, 2008
Shamiram wrote:
v acht wrote:
Go ahead DOC, call her naive!
you shush! i'm too "cool" for your labels! 8)
But but.. you said,.. *backs away into the doorway again*
Shamiram Guest
Posted Tue Aug 19, 2008
V8 recoils wrote:
Shamiram wrote:
v acht wrote:
Go ahead DOC, call her naive!
you shush! i'm too "cool" for your labels! 8)
But but.. you said,.. *backs away into the doorway again*
awww..... i did say, didn't i? fine, fine, so be it: you're allowed an occasional mischevious transgression.... and the rest of you, don't get any ideas now.... V is special! (lol better?)
V8 at Tinagra Guest
Posted Tue Aug 19, 2008
Shamiram wrote:
V8 recoils wrote:
Shamiram wrote:
v acht wrote:
Go ahead DOC, call her naive!
you shush! i'm too "cool" for your labels! 8)
But but.. you said,.. *backs away into the doorway again*
awww..... i did say, didn't i? fine, fine, so be it: you're allowed an occasional mischevious transgression.... and the rest of you, don't get any ideas now.... V is special! (lol better?)
Mmmm, mischevious trangressions. That's like honey to me.
In other news, no one has really offered an adequate retort to your allegorical regurjitating 13 year old.
Shamiram Guest
Posted Tue Aug 19, 2008
V8 at Tinagra wrote:
Shamiram wrote:
V8 recoils wrote:
Shamiram wrote:
v acht wrote:
Go ahead DOC, call her naive!
you shush! i'm too "cool" for your labels! 8)
But but.. you said,.. *backs away into the doorway again*
awww..... i did say, didn't i? fine, fine, so be it: you're allowed an occasional mischevious transgression.... and the rest of you, don't get any ideas now.... V is special! (lol better?)
Mmmm, mischevious trangressions. That's like honey to me.
In other news, no one has really offered an adequate retort to your allegorical regurjitating 13 year old.
By all means, do!
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Posted Tue Aug 19, 2008
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gregstar New Member
Joined: 30 Aug 2008 Posts: 3 Location: United Kingdom, Birmingham
Posted Sat Aug 30, 2008
what is this I have no clue I jsut registerd can any1 give me an advice?
THE LION HEART Guest
Posted Tue Sep 16, 2008
WHAT' WRONG WITH THE BALDING BUSINEESMAN BIT**?
Guest
Posted Tue Sep 16, 2008
Shamiram wrote:
I once heard a 13 year old armo boy say: "Of course I'll beat my wife. She needs to know her place. Besides, why wouldn't I? All she'll be doing is getting her nails done and gossiping over coffee with the neighbors and then have the nerve to talk s**t to me when I come home from work, tired. Why would I have respect for that?" I had the sudden urge to become Japanese, or Brazilian, or hell, Martian!!
I'm reminded of that boy of late reading some of the posts by the men on this forum, posts replete with cynicism, hopelessness, helpless finger-pointing, despairing criticism of the Armenian Woman. It's as if a poet sat down with the Muse and discovered he's sitting across from the daughter of Hades.
Now, now. Lest we feel too much sympathy for the poor poet who's lost his Muse, let's consider he found himself in his current condition, with a proper choice of salon-frequenting, coffee-drinking, gossip-passing, consumerist wife.
Could it have been, *gasp*his own doing?!
Because our sensitive poet of an Armenian male liked beautiful girls 10 years his junior, he naturally chose the prettiest girl in attendance at his cousin's wedding. Naturally, "pretty" girls like to stay that way. So she religiously did her nails, spent innumerable hours getting highlights, and berobed herself with the latest fashions. After all, what if, as he often threatened, he did find another pretty face to replace her?
The sensitive poet and the pretty girl are now engaged. He showered her with attentions, swearing he will take care of her, his "queen", that all she needs to do is make him a family. She gave up all thoughts of career and education. After all, as he often said, is home and family not the sacred duty of the armenian woman?
Now married, our poet kept his word. He paid the bills and bought her an expensive car. He kept her always at home. To waste away the maddening hours spent alone, she invited the neighbors for coffee. To hide the tears, she smiled. To hide the bruises, she stayed home. After all, as he often said, wasn't she a good-for-nothing, jobless, ignorant whore?
She yelled at him some when he came home; it didn't help. She spent money on her hair, nails, and clothes, hoping he would notice her again. It didn't help. Alone and miserable, she confided to her neighbors over coffee. But to all her former friends, she was a lucky woman who lived in an expensive home, drove an expensive car, and wore expensive clothes. And all her former friends modeled their lives after hers, getting highlights, shopping, and giving up careers for marriage. After all, wasn't that the way to land a great husband?
And more and more girls did what their now married friends were doing in hopes of securing their future.
Which brings me to an image that haunts my memories often. That of my neighbor in the proverbial armo immigrant apartment building in Glendale: a gorgeous girl with some promise who married a balding businessman, and four abuse-laden years later, sat at the stoop of her father's door, clutching her baby and her toddler in her arms, a single tear streaming down her gorgeous face, those armenian eyes staring off into space. After all, wasn't she going to drive off in her Mercedes ? Would she be late for her nail appointment?
Ha! Gentlemen, the beast which is before you in the form of the "modern" Armenian woman is*gasp*your very own creation!
Are you even armenian you dumb *, get the fudge out of here stop taking all the negative shit your gyuxatsy living ass has seen and generalizing the Armenian culture, *.
listen, your message sucks *, on any intellectual level you suck caucus on this topic, its all theory, nothing solid, i would love to debate idiots like urself in a classroom, *.
