Telling It From a Man’s Perspective
The great thing about being a salesman on the road is how liberating it makes you feel. Cut loose and hanging with others playing the same game, competing, that heightens everything, especially the mixed company.
Winning.
My peer described her perfectly. He was wowed by her, you could tell by the longing in the way he described her. Strange he didn’t try hitting on her, I said.
We get to work with fired-up women — it’s a perk of the job. Selling stuff is what we were born for. Making the deal’s a kick, but the women… mmm, snag one of those by the pussy and you’re an even bigger winner!
So my peer’s hot looking young woman joins my team, and I know exactly what to do. She’s excited and exciting, big smile, always laughing at my jokes, eager to please. Man, I’m on top of the world. The wife doesn’t make me feel like that anymore. I can’t even remember when she did; it’s been too long. So come the evening, I drop a rufie on her and we’re ready to party. I am, anyway.
That’s about as far as I care to climb into this guy’s head. I thought to apply the word, cretin, until I looked up its derivation:
“One of a class of dwarfed and specially deformed idiots found in certain valleys of the Alps and elsewhere. Also in weakened sense (esp. in form crétin): a fool, one who behaves stupidly.”
from the Oxford English Dictionary
Cretin. Let the word linger, and what’s the image that comes to mind? Perhaps a person not worthy of respect? Weak enough to be dominated? Not capable of defending themselves? Not the description of a winner.
When you live for viewing others like commodities — when you see her as a thing to win over regardless how you score, that’s the life you get — about as worthless as it sounds. Instead of seeing her as a living person who might chose to share an intimacy with you, an intimate word, deed.
Even cretins — deformed idiots as they might be — expressing love live more worthwhile lives. Winning the deal, what the hell is that? Cheating and lying—no doubt that’s how you practice your so-called salesmanship — drugging her so she doesn’t even get to agree to it, that’s flat out evil.
When you provide a service, solve a customer’s problem, making a profit comes with a side of gratitude for making their life a little easier. What genuine sales is about. This other stuff Matilda Swinney is grappling with, I don’t recognize as anything but evil.
How anyone, man or woman, can shatter another person so willfully—it satisfies what? — and your wife, did she sign up for that, or did you crush her too? Don’t answer; we know.
Evil: “1. Morally depraved, bad, wicked, vicious, absolutely so. 2. Doing or tending to do harm; hurtful, mischievous, prejudicial. Of advice, etc.: Misleading. 3. Uses partaking of senses 1 and 2: evil will: depraved intention or purpose; desire for another’s harm. 4. Causing discomfort, pain or trouble; unpleasant, offensive, disagreeable; troublesome, painful. 5. Of conditions, fortune, etc., also of persons: Unfortunate, miserable, wretched. evil health: misfortune.”
from the Oxford English Dictionary
Humans seem so capable of naming (looking down on) physical deformities, but are poor at identifying the mental cripples who, considering their impact, are the true corruptions. We flee from the physically abhorrent and rush straight into their mental malformations.
Not the best argued case for humanity.
