Getting to the point of explosion

[Ramblingnamechanger]

I am so wound up reading and hearing about the relentless violence to women that if any man says or does anything that I consider entitled , he will have to hear what I say. Today in the swimming pool, I was quietly swimming underwater with a snorkel in an empty pool when suddenly I was nearly jumped on by a large man . I shouted at him and say why did you do that? He replied , because I can , so I shouted some more and got out. He had the entire pool to himself with his partner but jumping in longer was as much fun I guess. When I left his partner apologised for him, so I had another rant about entitled men who don’t give a shit about women, how fucking dare he get his partner to apologise for his behaviour. No one is going to get away with anything. A friend did the same on a train when a group of men were badmouthing women they knew. Only one even attempted an apology. So sick and tired of it all.

Can't say much but agree with you. I'm 20 and I get treated like a plastic doll who couldn't possibly have a brain. I know that isn't directly relevant to your post but it sometimes results in me shouting at boys and men who can't keep their mouths shut. Or it results in a friend telling them to f--k off, me telling her to be quiet, and then the threat of violence from the men.

I would send a complaint to the pool. What were the lifeguards doing while you had to confront another customer? Why weren't they enforcing their own rules I.e. against bombing or disrupting other people?

I read this earlier today and I'm still thinking it through. I feel rage at present but it doesn't seem to align to this. I know the cause of this, but I can't see that, socially, we're ready to start talking through cures. Yet, I don't feel that my rage is of the banked source to be harnessed by a demagogue.

In his 2006 book, Rage and Time, the German philosopher Peter Sloterdijk makes a distinction between two kinds of rage that casts some light on the mood and colour of our own moment. The first kind, which Sloterdijk calls “banked” rage, refers to the rage gathered and directed by popular, sometimes revolutionary leaders who achieved power by harnessing and “banking” the rage of the “humiliated and offended” victims of injustice and oppression across generations. Such leaders seek to gather a mass of anger into a “rage bank”, a reservoir of emotional and political capital that could power a long-term transformation of society for better or worse.

“Dispersed” rage, in contrast, lacks a sense of shared project or leadership, of a common understanding of what is wrong and how to put it right. The feeling of dispersed rage is intrinsically frustrating, insofar as it provokes bodily and psychic agitation which it can’t remedy. In this state of mind, we may feel injured or mistreated but can identify neither the source of the injury nor the cure.

www.theguardian.com/society/2024/sep/15/all-the-rage-why-anger-drives-the-world-josh-cohen

Complain to the pool- where were the lifeguards?
This man could have injured you!

Not a public pool . Swimming alone till he jumped in on me. I worry for his partner who felt she had to apologise for him.

"Because I can" fully nails the entitlement underneath all of this.

Fully understand why you're seething. I am too.