Starting with a discussion on differences in Japanese and American blogging styles,
imomus segues into a rant about men, more specifically about their seriousness and their competitiveness.
I'm not at all sure how well
imomus's gender binaries work, at least in the more enlightened portions of the cosmopolitan early 21st century world, though his identifications of femininity with passivity and masculinity with activity is a conventional observation about gender stereotypes. But man, can he monologue well!
All my life I've been bored and frustrated by men. Don't get me wrong, men are brilliant, they achieve remarkable things, they master difficult skills, driven often, it's true, by ego and testosterone and sheer otaku obsession. Men want to win, to triumph, to vanquish, to hear their names resound. But these very traits also make them rather difficult people to spend time with. Men talk all through dinner, telling you their achievements or dazzling you with their deep knowledge of a subject. But at the end of it all you feel that no exchange has taken place, no conversation has been had. Superiority has been communicated, something has been vanquished, but it hasn't been pleasant. Like someone forced to a Macdonald's after an unsatisfying nouvelle cuisine meal, you're often tempted to make secret rendezvous with the other dinner guests to do some real talking at some future date.
I'm not at all sure how well