I don't like men

Share/Save/Bookmark

Jahanshah Javid
by Jahanshah Javid
22-Aug-2008
 

For the longest time I've been wanting to talk about my problem with men. I mentioned something about it in my very first blog a year ago ["Hello"]. I had promised myself that as soon as the blogging tool got installed here, I would start writing about men and every other subject that fascinates or bothers me. But it's been a lot harder than I imagined. Here I am, a journalist (masalan), and I can't even talk about things that matter to me. So I'm going to take my own advice: I always tell people that when they want to write something, they should imagine they are writing a letter to their best friend, confident, lover, or whoever they feel most comfortable with.

***

I get a negative vibe from men. The more manly they are, the less appealing they get. I get along fine with the fatherly types, or those who are in touch with their "feminine side" (for lack of better expression) but the rest I can't stand. They have nothing to talk about, have no sense of humor, don't appreciate beauty, aren't open-minded...

***

Someone recently asked me why I never mention my father. It made me think. It's true: I often mention my mother, but rarely my father.

My father, Manoochehr, died when I was about to turn 15 (1977). I was in boarding school in the U.S. at the time. Ninth grade. I was pulled from class and told to go to the assistant principal's office. I don't remember his words. He was brief and to the point. I didn't break down and cry. I didn't ask any questions, like how my father had died (his heart had finally collapsed. He had a history of heart trouble and was frequently hospitalized all during his relatively short life. He was 52.) I didn't know how to react. "Passed away"? Dead? What does that mean?

Hours later I was standing around outside the cafeteria. Our principal, a tall gentle cowboy of sorts, walked over to me, opened his arms and held me without saying a word. I started bawling.

My father knew he was dying. A couple of months before he and my older brother Roger visited me at the school. It was surreal. My father was wearing an orange suede suit, looking very cool and relaxed. Was that a mustache he was growing? I think so. And smoking a cigarette?! He wouldn't swallow the smoke. Probably didn't know how. I guess he was just experiencing things he never had before leaving this world.

I looked up to him and had great respect for him. I could see that he was good and kind with people and had many close friends. And he was immensely adored by his family. Even today when his brothers and sisters, my aunts and uncles, see me, they see Manoochehr's son. When they introduce me to his old friends and acquaintances, I'm "pesar-e Manoochehr-e khoda biyaamorz."

We watched the landing on the moon together, and Mohammad Ali capturing the World Heavyweight championship -- and of course the incredible Brazilian squad led by Pele in the 1970 World Cup, thanks to the arrival of live TV. But we weren't exactly "buddies". I think he held my hand twice and I only remember one occasion: We were walking home from the movies one night. It was so unusual, and meant so much to me, that it stuck in my mind.

I watched him, mostly, reading books, listening to classical music, entertaining friends and visiting foreign dignitaries as head of the oil company public relations.

Like many fathers of his generation, he would give me a good beating when I misbehaved. I used to tease the hell out of my little sister, and was generally a major trouble maker. And my grades deteriorated year after year and I was terrified of showing him my report card.

The longest conversation we had was about sex and that didn't last more than a few minutes. I had found an unused condom in the yard when I was 13 or so. I showed it to my mother and told her I had found a strange looking "balloon". It was time for my father to have a talk with me. We went to my room and sat on the bed. All he said was that I should use a condom when with a girl so that she wouldn't get pregnant. There was no explanation about how to use the condom or even sex itself.  

***

I still dream about my father, maybe 2-3 times a year. The situation is always similar: He suddenly appears out of the blue. I'm shocked, and thrilled, that he's not dead, but he doesn't seem to be bothered. And he doesn't really clarify where he has been all this time or what he's doing right now or where he lives.

The last dream was about three months ago and this is how I remember it: I was in Los Angeles watching TV in a college girl's apartment. The girl was coming on to me heavily. My father was sitting on the couch next to me. Like all the other dreams about him, I was amazed he was alive. Again he was evasive about why he didn't tell anyone he was not dead. The TV was showing a film and he was playing a part in it. It was so weird that I had to tell a bunch of guy friends as we walked in a park. I interrupted one of them. I knew the story would blow their mind. I told them: Get this! My dead father is not only alive, but I watched him acting in a movie!

In another part of the same dream, I wanted to go and see my father. I went to the apartment building where he supposedly lived. The sign on the wall said "Santa Monica Apartments". But I didn't ring his bell. I thought maybe he had a guest and didn't want to be disturbed. I didn't want to show up unannounced.

Now I'm curious if there really is a place called Santa Monica Apartments. I'm sure it exists. If anyone in LA sees it by chance, let me know. I don't believe in ghosts or reincarnation or any of that stuff, but I would definitely pay a visit :o)

***

I'm so glad I have a daughter. If I had a son, I wouldn't know how to treat the poor kid. I haven't been a great father to my daughter either, but I could have been a lot worse with a son.

***

I'm not very comfortable around my two older brothers either. They are 10 years older and we didn't grow up with each other. But I think it mostly has to do with the fact that they are men :o)

I grew up with three sisters and a mother who was very much the center of the family. I remember when the two older sisters left home in Abadan to go to boarding school in England. I was 8? 9? It felt like the end of the world. I hid in one of the rooms when they were leaving for the airport. I couldn't say goodbye. I cried my heart out.

***

I didn't think it was THAT big of a deal until I told my mother and younger sister. I was 28 and going to college in Albuquerque, New Mexico. We were driving in a car, going somewhere. Those two were talking it up. Mostly gossip. I didn't say much, as usual. I listen and observe. A lot of times when I do talk, it's without thinking. Maybe I need practice. Anyhow, I decided to share something too.

"You remember my first private tutor when I was a kid? That jerk would sit me on his lap and feel my nuts!"

There was a long silence.

"What?! What did he do? Which tutor?!..." My mother was particularly shocked.

I still hadn't realized the gravity of what I had revealed.

"Yeah! A few minutes before the end of our study sessions, he would tell me stories as he rubbed me down there. I was just a kid in elementary school. I didn't understand what he was doing. I didn't feel threatened or anything. It wasn't a big deal."

Well, apparently it was a big deal. So big that we didn't talk about it ever again.

***

I want to say that I would kick the shit out of that pathetic man if he was standing in front of me right now. But I couldn't.

***

It was Charshanbeh Soori. A few of my male junior high school friends and I were wearing chadors and doing "ghaashogh zani", going door to door banging on our pot with a  spoon, asking for ajil and candy -- just like kids in costume during Halloween in the U.S.  When the night was over, I stood on the side of the street to get a taxi to go home. A car stopped and the driver offered a ride. The exclusive oil company community in Abadan was as safe as you could imagine. Parents didn't worry about their kids' safety, the way you normally would. I got in the back seat. There was another man sitting in front. He kept saying how cute I looked with the chador. It was so creepy.  "Should we let him go home?" one of them said to the other. I was so scared, petrified. I was sure they were going to rape or even kill me. It was only a five-minute drive to our home but it felt like eternity. Nothing happened and I got home safe -- but not sound.

***

I blame men for all the wars and violence in the world. Although their terrible reign is fading, slowly but surely. Women are on the rise everywhere and thanks to them we are all getting kinder and gentler. It takes time, effort and lots of love. Do your part.

Share/Save/Bookmark

Recently by Jahanshah JavidCommentsDate
Hooman Samani: The Kissinger
4
Aug 31, 2012
Eric Bakhtiari: San Francisco 49er
6
Aug 26, 2012
You can help
16
Aug 23, 2012
more from Jahanshah Javid
 
default

mercy JJ jaan for sharing your stories

by enayat (not verified) on

Thanks JJ jaan for your healthy and open-minded thoughts and feelings.
I am really amazed with some of the "psychoanalytical" responses from your readers.
It seems that they all "know" exactly what you are talking about.
Personally I admire you for being honest with yourself and group of friends and community that you are serving them with iranian.com.
I wished everyone (men and women) could tell their stories and sharing them with others the way you always try to do with self-confidence and clarity.

Responses such as Mr. " Shining Head"- Nut Head- is exactly what you have reffered in your writing as a chauvinist typical men, insecure with their masculinity (though this word needs to be defined also) and far from being open minded.


Asghar Taragheh

Jaleh, Do you know what bitarbeyat means?

by Asghar Taragheh on

Many people, including me, have told you to tone it down. Also, this was not the proper forum to make such a statement to Fred. JJ made a very personal blog about relations with fathers, men and woman and you don't understant where your comment went?

 


Jaleho

Irandokht, you mean

by Jaleho on

That Fred's comment was not irrelevant, but my answer to his comment was?!

Or is any garbage coming from Zionists are kosher in this so called "Iranian" site? I really need a public clarification on this one.


IRANdokht

Jaleh

by IRANdokht on

I assume that would be where all the irrelevant comments go ;-)

IRANdokht


Jaleho

Where did my comment to Fred go?!

by Jaleho on

Jaleh


default

Serious question

by Anonymous77 (not verified) on

I've only browsed through your piece but I would be interested to know why I keep hearing higher and higher pitched voices from the US. (Men and women)
Is it the food? Is it the fluoride in the water?
Something has gone weird.

By the way, if there isn't anything more pitiful and ludicrous that a "macho man".... And I can't stand being around women. I've had my share of manipulating (often unawares and just second nature) rivalry , the garbage boring conversations about dress and jewellery and how to "hook" a man, as if men are fish! ;)

Remember that a certain species of female chimps keep the noise down during "ehem" because other females might find out.

To "willy or not to willy" that is the question.

(Khodemoonima. Sometimes I'm really funny.)


default

A couple more words about Santa Monica

by Jung's short order cook (not verified) on

As is well-known, Los Angeles is the film capital and the "city of angels" (shahre ferestehhaa). One sees one's father (patriarchal, male aspect) as an IMAGE..a ROLE...of what one is SUPPOSED to be...but one that does not leave...images haunt...roles linger...one play acts) and one is being seduced--college student...LEARNING...is LEARNING to be seduced......to cross...the separation (apartment)...and to enter the holy (santa) Monica...the Sacred Feminine.. in the City of Angeles.

--It is interesting to note, and I just realized, that etymologycally "monica" and female monk..ie nun, cf. Spanish Monja--are the same word. Since the dreamer is linguistically gifted (and lives in California where Spanish abounds in names of towns, etc.) it is possible that he intuits this on a subconscious level and there isn't even a specific "Monica" in his "life" history--just simply a desire of a man for...

crossng in the city of angels of the separation from the sacred feminine....into...

wholeness..

and the understanding that...everything...is... sacred...
wendy


default

Dear Freud's Paranormal Butler:

by Jung's valet (not verified) on

If there is no connection to Santa Monica as a city, which i suspect there may well not be, there should be a connection to a person named Monica or whose name sounds like Monica (almost certainly female)--or even a word that sounds like Monica in any language the dreamer knows. The 'santa" meaning holy,--that is, SACRED-- the person or thing it represents would probably be a feminine ideal (oooooor its opposite, which COULD become sacred...).

...since of course everything is sacred, But it is only through the reconciling of duality within ourselves, first and foremost the male-female, that we begin to experience the "divinity within". (The All. What the Sufis refer to as "the seamless fabric of being").

Santa Monica could signify any particular thing in the dreamer's specific life but it SYMBOLIZES a union with the divine through reconciling the male-female duality.

So the important thing is for the dreamer to ponder who (what?)in his past or present life does this sacred MONICA allude to. The apartment refers to separation, separation from the divine unio) the reconciliation of opposites.

a-- (without--eg atonal, apolitical, etc.), partment (being part of., cf development,reimbursement) santa (holy) in Spanish, cf sanctity...), monica (who???? what???? is/was "Monica" in Jahanshahs's life???!!!)

A Jungian interpretaton from

wendy darling

P.S. Another good thing to keep in mind is that when the dreamer is single and is dreaming about reconciling male-female opposites, that is primarily an internal process, but when in a serrious relationship it has to be equally an internal process and a process between the two partners. Otherwise it will fail. Both the internal reconciliation and the external relationship. Good luck, jahanshah. Khoda hafez (god protects).


default

J.J.

by ballless (not verified) on

you have more balls than many men i have met (including myself). you have proved your bravery again through your candid writing. I don't hate or dislike men as much as you do, but i understand where your dislike of men is coming from and why you may feel the way you do. I am very quiet and quite shy as well and i really believe that the cause is because of the similar types of experiences i have had with men when i was also too young to understand. these experiences make the child stay a child inside, wounded, hurt and vulnerable for life. the body grows, but the spirit is permanently injured. the person, no matter how big in size, feels small and too unsure. i guess the reaction to this type of abuse shows itself in many different ways in different people.


default

Paranormal

by Dr. Zigmond Freud's Butler now in Jail for drunk pscyhiatry (not verified) on

the dreams we have are combination of symbolic elements that are significant in our mental calculations and interpretations. Our dreams are also significantly influenced by paranormal elements that are beyond an average person's comprehension.

The dream of a deceased father or mother suddenly showing up in a dream, is very typical for any child that has lost a parent too early in life. The desire of reunion will always exist.

The places that such events happen are also part of complex calculations of things we like or dislike. For example Santa Monica might have played a desired city for JJ to visit at some point of his youth and the apartment was the thought process of how he would wanted to settle there.

But sharing dream to people who appreciate or understand is always fun.

JJ you are a good man and god bless your parents. You are a compassionate man to establish this website for thousands of lonely Iranians who need a forum to feel togetherness and the interactions that they need. Even the Internet has a certain traits of metaphysical elements in it.....


Maryam Hojjat

You are very brave JJ!

by Maryam Hojjat on

You are very brave to open your heart to us all.  Thanks.


Jaleho

I do.

by Jaleho on

And, don't be mad at your father for going too early. I am sure if he had a choice, he'd have loved to stay around some more.


Tahirih

Mr Javid , I am wowed by your courage and peaceful soul.

by Tahirih on

I am speechless( which rarely happens!), by your humility , honesty and courage. To me this is the ideal man, not the ball scratching chest hitting, foul mouth chauvinistic types. I  bet that one out of 5 Iranian men have been molested as children but none has the courage to talk about it in a public forum like this.

I have made sure my son is growing up in touch with his feelings, and  also emotionally close to me.  And I have to say  that he is the type of  man  we need in the future to avoid wars and violence. he easily walks away from confrontation he is so peaceful and loving with women . The girls gather around him like bees and flowers, and when we ask him why? he says because I am different from other boys, I can talk to them .

Your last sentence sums it up, we need more  women and men with feminine qualities to avoid war and destruction.

To make this comment a little more entertaining, I have to say that I really believe machoo men and the ones who sleep with their guns , have ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION, but they are so ashamed that can not get help and instead they kill animals or sometimes humans to compensate:))

With most respect for you sir,

Tahirih


TheMrs

Don't be hantin'!

by TheMrs on

Macho, Macho man!

How do you categorize yourself?

By the account here, you are a manly man yourself. You’ve said that you don’t talk about personal issues (blogs behind a machine don’t really count I’m talking about your real life). You aren’t a particularly fantastic father. You were a revolutionary who hadn’t really thought things through. Many people would agree that religious types have nothing to talk about, don’t have a sense of humor, don’t appreciate beauty and aren’t open-minded. So you were, perhaps still are, the type who jumps the gun out of machismo. Back then, youth took you to military work outs now it could be something more subtle and mature but equally testosterone-y. You were in love with someone in the US and eventually married a girl from the mother land. It took you 20 years to say that some teacher rubbed you the wrong way (not that this is unusual some people never mention these things, I’m not over simplifying the burden of being at the receiving end of sexual misconduct but I’m repeating it to make my point). You have repeatedly mentioned you aren’t good in relationships (the fact that you blame yourself doesn’t make it more feminine, one could argue that you don’t want to discuss or drag it out so you take the blame so you can be left alone). There are so many other examples I could dig out of your own admissions which could put you in the category of the men you don't like.

When you wrote this letter, was the recipient by any change, the “King of the World, Eternal”?

It sounds like your father was very sensitive and perhaps in touch with his feminine side. His small infrequent physical gestures were too few for our modern taste. You obviously needed more. But other things you mention of him tells me he was a man who cared but was ill equipped to show it. Doesn't that make him more vulneratble than most?

 


IRANdokht

makes sense now :0)

by IRANdokht on

I always knew there was something special about you. Rarely do I meet a man who has absolutely no hint of chauvinism ... very rarely actually. You were brought up respecting women, not just as equals, but as real individuals on their own.

I know losing your father at that young age is difficult and it haunts you for the rest of your life, but it also allows a young man to grow up without having the traditional male role model and somehow it breaks the cycle. I see that happening in my own son since he was 12 when his father passed away, I do believe that he would have been a different person otherwise, not a better one or a happier one necessarily.

Although women are on the rise and the society is changing, so far the only women who make it in this society are still the masculin ones, the ones who have lost the soft touch, the compassion and the regard for humanity, the likes of Hillary and condi. We still have long ways to go... But the good news is that the evolution has begun. I hope to see more men think the way you do, but there are still so many Kachals out there..

I admire your honesty, your courage and your openness. Your blog did read like a letter from a friend. A friend you are absolutely happy to know.

IRANdokht


Souri

The Doctor speaks ...

by Souri on

JJ jan, your story made me sad. The first time I read about loss of your father when you were young, I got that hint about your
"relationship syndrome" but now there's more in the equation.
Let me talk to you as a doctor (I'm not, but let pretend I am) I can only tell you what's your problem, but can't help with the solution. You
should see a real therapist !! If not, as you already said the only
solution would be "Timarestan "...I'm joking dear :O)


Your syndrome is actually very usual. Many guys suffer from this. Especially the guys from our similar culture.
As I understand from your story, you were the last child of a family of 6 ? is that correct ? Now, this is Dr Holakooy who speaks :
You were the last child, a boy who always got more attention from the female than the male in the family.


The relationship father-son was not established as correctly as it should.
Your father's attention was mostly toward adult and more serious
subject. Both of you were waiting for the time you get older, then he
could talk to you and befriend with you as an adult. This had always
hurt your subconsience. A child, boy or girl, wants attention and
affection from both parents. There was a hidden, untold promise between
the two of you, as like "You will get together much better later, when
you (JJ) will become adult.

But your father died without telling you
"WHY?"....this is the reason why you dream of him and every time you
hope getting the answer. Of course, in the dream you reverse the
question/answer stuff to :He never says WHY he is alive again ?
But what you want to know is that he explain to you : Why he left you so brutally ?Actually this reversing of the hidden wish, comes from your state of
denial.

You never forgave it to your father, why he left you like
this without explaining the reason ? You were shocked and hurt, because
of an unfulfilled promise. Why you don't like men in general, is
because you can't or you don't want to trust them (again) and why you
have also problem in the intimate and close relationship with women, is
because when in a close relationship, you MUST play the role of the
"father" and you are afraid of not being worthy of "that Other
person's trust". You are afraid of breaking the "promise" and actually
you panic !


Now, that I opened your syndrome !!! I have to admit that I have no solution for you :O)
You must see a therapist :O)....Again I'm joking.
I admire your bravery to expose yourself to the public, so openly. It takes lots of courage and a solid great personality.
You are a great MAN, no doubt.
Thanks for sharing your concern with us.

Souri


default

r!d!cul0s

by urstruly (not verified) on

No doubt your MOM would have "...kick the shit out of that pathetic man..." if she had known.


jimzbund

JJ, last para says it all

by jimzbund on

Thanks for sharing your thoughts . I share your view in the last paragraph and believe that  men have learn some love, gentleness and compassion from women  to balance themselves and give room for advancement to women and consider them their equals. Unfortunately every belittling word in Persian culture points to zan , khaleh zanak, hamoom zanooneh, zaeefeh,........ but we are on the right path now.  

 

Bund, Jimz Bund


default

One thing I have noticed about Iranian men...

by lily (not verified) on

who have lied in the States for years is that SOMETIMES the more progressive they are and the more in touch they are with their "feminine" or "soft" side, and are involved in the peace movement and Sufism and art and ecopolitics and things like that, the more they show their patriarchal indoctrination in their personal relationships with women, in different disguises, in ways sometimes more or less subtle, passive-aggressive, more overt or less overt, and sometimes most brutal because least overt.

It is true we live in a patriarchhal world. And that five thousand years of "civilized" patriarchal technology now threaten to destroy us all. But in reality violence and war are not due to men. They are due to dualities within ourselves that are not reconciled. It's hard to be human. Half angel, half animal, very little in between. An interesting case is in Merjui's film "Leila" where it is the mother who is responsible for the break-up of her son's loving marriage because she insists on the patriarchal values. You can say it's because she is a victim of patriarchy but it is actually because of her own struggle over herself..her own powerlust as a HUMAN.

War ends and peace begins first in oneself, and then between oneself and other individuals. That is how global "patriarchy" is first chipped away at, then eroded and finally melted. Melded WITH matriarchy, not replaced BY matriarchy. And then we are in the new age. Neither age of the Father nor the Mother but the Motherfather. That is why blogging technology is so important, It is simultaneously a collective and individual process and as such the ideal tool for peace activism..

But to get back to my original point, I have noticed that SOME of the best and brightest, most progressive, and sensitiive Iranian men I have met in the States in their middle years, at least, have this...dark side...a need to privaterly dominate and wound women while publicly GENUINELY extolling and emulating them And this must be honestly scrutinized and overcome

As for some Iranian women..well...I spoke of Merjui's mother...and then there are others...and ... as for myself, my problem is usually the wielding of my feminine victimization as a sword...and as for other non-Iranians...women...
men...well...we all are hurt and hurt others in our own way. There are TENDENCIES according to culture and gender, etc. but in the end, we all have our internal dualities to reconcile. We're all at war. We all want peace.

Well I tguess I've said all I have to say here.

Peace.

American Woman


Fred

A rhetorical question?

by Fred on

where did you get the idea that I may be "changing my orientation?”

With a  sex-centric worldview Islamists  don’t know any better.


default

Wow!!

by Parsagarda-- (not verified) on

What does it take to bear your soul for all to see? I admire your courage and feel your essence.

BTW: I am a man but don't fit the "generic" definition either --I don't think many men do.


default

shiniy head

by Anonymous. (not verified) on

باز این اومد و حرف زد آخه تو نمیشه یک گوشه مثل بچه آدم بشینی‌ ماستت رو بخوری،شیطونه میگه یک دونه

استغفر الله بر هر چه مردم آزار صلوات

تو برو اخبار‌ها تو پست کن،


Jahanshah Javid

Kachal

by Jahanshah Javid on

Shining Head, where did you get the idea that I may be "changing my orientation"?


Shining Head

Agha JJ,

by Shining Head on

I hope you are not changing your "orientation". If you are,  nothing to worry about. Hallmark just announced new cards for this purpose!!

 

regards.