Hurt Her (In Any Way)

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I've never understood the phrase "hurt her in any way." It's a straight out ultimatum. And there's no qualifier to dial down the intensity of the ultimatum; there's no "And if you, like, hurt her in any way," or, possibly, "And if you purposefully hurt her in a really bad way..." No. It's "hurt her in any way." ANY way. Does that mean you can't win an argument against the her because it would hurt her feelings, or possibly her ego? Does it mean you can't make high decibel noises because they could hurt her ears? Does it mean you can't rip the hammer out of her hand too violently when she tries to murder your skull with it?

How come no one says that to the woman about the man? Why isn't there a "hurt him in any way" ultimatum? Except the guy's mother and people he owes money, no one cares what happens to him. He's just a him. And you know what? Screw him for being it. Screw him to pieces. Go ahead and hurt him in any way. Why should we care? He's not a her.

There's little to no controversy if a woman relentlessly mistreats at a man when they're dating or married. Yet, there's total controversy vice versa. This isn't to say either is acceptable. But, the attitude seems to be it's acceptable for the woman to degrade a man because people assume the man can handle it, because he's supposed to be able to, because he's a man. If he feels or shows any sign that anything makes him feel a tinge of embarrassment or belittlement, then he loses respect, especially if it's because of a woman, and especially if that woman is his supposedly significant other.

Go ahead and hurt him in every way, as long as she remains unharmed.

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