"... even if you are unhappy with me, you can curse and swear at me, but please leave my daughter alone..." .
The Damsel lets out an unsophisticated shriek, albeit an intentional virtual "virtuous" gesticulation, declaring herself as pure as driven snow.
"...I am self made stand on my own two feet woman - no such free time of beggar dogs thieves stealing time of taxpayer sponsored salaries - so I have no time to keep repeating replies to evil dirty lies. Asian Dogs sons of chickens you win ok..." .
The Ogre screeches with venom, at those incorrigible forum ruffians.
The result?
Men simply love the Damsel in distress. The Damsel gets the love and likes, while Ogre bore the brunt of repeated harassments, in multitudes of unedifying profanities.
When the Damsel puts up a thread for help to purchase a simple Logitech headset, (instead of googling herself), the boorish slob-of-a-man forummers become chivalrous knights-in-shining-armour, offering their best advice, showering her with tender loving care. Like knights in impregnable iron vests, they charge after fire-breathing dragons like myself, completely overwhelmed by their sense of "duty and satisfaction" to aid the Damsel.
Unfortunately, when the Orge complains of inconsiderate Chinese national neighbours above her condominium unit, and a flying pigeon brushing her arm at the hawker centre, she is ridiculed with "
Bees to honey, flies to shit, pigeons to sluts".
The cunning Damsel has rehearsed into absolute perfection, her art of passive-aggressive shyness. Her fatherless daughter becomes her sword and shield. She crafts a demure virtual persona, the appearance of utter "helplessness".
The Orge, unfortunately, has not. A pure untouched virgin for years, her piousness translates into everlasting wrath against anyone, and everyone, who questions the chastity of her chitsu.
I am the competent Dragon. I find myself in many situations when ∼ male hawkers, male mechanics, male doctors and dentists, male wet market stallholders, male security guards, to my honourable fellow male members of the legal profession ∼ they love to play the chivalrous knight, providing me the assistance which I do not need. Their addiction to chivalry is unimaginably real.
And when it is further extrapolated into my intimacies with those I spend a night with, the damsel in me awakens. It rules my body and soul with ease, obliterating the dragon in me, in tandem with my desires for his bratwurst thrust.
Well, I hate to admit it.
Success and likability are positively correlated for men. It is negatively correlated for women.
So be it.
The guileful and deceptive Damsel is loved. The loud Ogre is loathed as the Forum's philistine. The successful Dragon is a chameleon, hated for her gumption.