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dear qizi,

fist of all, please forgive my imprudence in affixing such an endearment appellation without your explicit permission. i have always been a timid individual in front of the fair sex, a situation which i shall explain in the text to come, as now i'm busy trying and availing myself to such daredevil aphorism -- "life is too short to be taken [f-word omitted] seriously" -- with no other purpose than to enbolden myself enough so i can speak to you in a straightforward manner.

i have read your post thoroughly, maybe more so than you had cared to comb through the entire group of threads surrounding beibei's recent story. what strikes me most in your post is not the rationality or the compassion as you have expressed, but the landslide fallacy not untypical in feministic rhetorics. i have no intention to use the word feministic as an all-encompassing designation, or reference to anything such designation usually implies, but your post has unfortunately placed me under such strict scrutiny, a kind of experience, shall i say, not unfamiliar to me but still quite overwhelming. as you have just aptly pointed out, you can tell someone to ignore logic fallacies, but you can't tell someone to stop feeling being hurt.

being a man long been seeking affirmation and affection from the opposite sex -- a female-dominated landscape, needless to say -- i can completely identify certain traits in beibei with those found in "la femme sans merci", or merciless woman in plain english words. from my own notes of the past, and any of others had they paid bare minimum attention to my mishaps, i can certainly recount a history full of sorrow, agony, disbelief and rejection. ever since my dear mother had weaned me of breast-feeding, my first quest for love had met with heavy and blunt blow from that pretty yet merciless girl, and all that happened at my tender age of barely fourteen. granted all those events could possibly be reviewed in a more rightful and rational framework, but you couldn't tell someone to stop feeling being hurt, could you?

what even makes me more doubtful of my worthiness has just so much related to beibei's recent story. everyone seems to recognize beibei as the weak victim in this incident. what most people failed to recognize, is that at present i'm standing at a position even more fragile. simply put, when i attempted and offered to testify the quality of beibei's photographs, by saying that they were better than mine, nobody had shown the slightest sign of affirmation in my goodwill per se, or my employment of sensitivity and tactic in reassuring her. so my won confidence is at peril, and more so when such commendable deed had entirely escaped your very scrutinizing eyes, when you bluntly wrap it up in a blanket statement saying "why has no one said that?"

you asked no one should take offense from your words, which i took as forewarning, and kowning the fact that preys could also turn into predators, i'm still feeling hurt, deeply, by insult added to injury. i don't pretend to know all about the feministic rhetorics, but their general tone and manner of argument often make me feel diminitive, fragile, and with the urge for self-stubbing. beibei might be weak, but when she turned her back on me, she had proved to be strong, at least stronger than me, leaving me behind begging and wallowing in that desolate state of being rejected, once again.

god of course never had existed, otherwise he would have lent his hands long time before this.

beseechingly,

amigo

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