Obligatory -> Feckblog: The Cloisterstudy - Or is there a biological age gap between men and women?

It's right!

I recall in my younger years (about 10) reading an article about the age-gap between men & women and it listed that in the early part of the Century it was only one or two years and had been for much time prior. The article tried to suggest that it was perfectly natural and was evidence of a correlation, that women's lives will always be x% longer than men's. While at the time I swallowed it whole, I no longer do. Now I accept that different factors play a key role in determining men's overall life-span and women's. For example, we can safely recognise that women are promoted to see their Doctor more often than men. This is further demonstrated when we attend any Doctor's waiting room and see it is filled with three areas of awareness-campaigning.

Adverts directed purely to women; adverts directed purely to children and adverts for the elderly. There are adverts for breast screening and such like but nothing for testicular checks. Then we look at the sheer volume of money being poured into women's health - all other groups pale in comparison to women's health expenditure. Children get nowhere near the same amounts, the elderly don't either - and certainly men get only a minute fraction of the money compared to what is allocated for women.

And that is just one element. There are several more. Women tend to prefer easy jobs, sitting down at a computer or looking after elderly folk. Men are incentivized to take on more hazardous jobs like electrical maintenance or in the case of Japan, repairing nuclear reactors that have gone haywire.

Women just do not opt-in to these jobs, yet are quick enough to complain about the alleged pay gap.

The real stories here, ignored by feminists, are the longevity-gap, the job-choice-gap, the risk-gap, the 'keep-society-going'-gap and many, many more.

It really is no secret that women live longer than men. Women aren't the ones working shitty, back breaking jobs like the majority of men through out history. The stress and emotional abuse that men put up with does play a part in their low life expectancy.
The usual drones will ignore the facts and claim that all men are inferior.

The growing life expectancy gap is, without a doubt, the biggest 800lb gorilla in a room filled with many. There is now justifying the exorbitant amount of money we spend exclusively on women's health compared to the near absence of male specific spending for the same purpose. At every turn, and this is no lie, feminists block any initiative to raise money and awareness of men's health problems and any initiative to start up a government program or, heaven forbid, an office of men's health. Why do they do this? Two reasons:

1. Feminists who reach influential positions of power in government are the worst men haters of all time and they secretly revel in seeing men at a disadvantage even if, if not especially if, men are dying as a result. This is by no means a sensational statement it has been readily observed time and time again.

2. The zero-sum game mentality that permeates throughout not just feminism, but permeates all ethnocentrism. This, again, is a readily observable trait among feminists and many many women. It is just the way people who suffer an entitlement mentality think: "if something benefits you then it must be to my detriment."

This may sound like me whining, and it probably is, but I have been having massive pains in what I think is my prostate gland and it is repetitive since last year. I have a very hard time using my biological functions when this region gets inflamed. I have gone twice in the last year to emergency, and every time, the wait is at least 18 to 24 hours in the emergency ward when I am doubled over in pain and my knees give out. I always think something may burst but the damn waiting room is full of women knitting something or reading Vogue magazine, apparently in no physical discomfort. I eventually have to go to work the next day and leave without medical examination. The last time I told the guard that maybe if the ambulance brought me in next time, the knitting lady could give me her turn? He laughed and said fat chance. So I have to go for an appointment and wait to be called for it at which time I will not be in pain and or inflamed in the region and no proper diagnosis will be done till blood or something comes out.

Nick.. get that looked at.

I was in hospital last night, doubled up too. Luckily for me, it was 1am, so the hospital was very quiet. There's nothing 'whining' about a man sharing his problems - don't feel disinclined to share your experiences for fear of being branded a whiner.

My visit to the hospital goes back some six years when it first happened. I called up the nurse and was told to take a paracetamol. Turns out I had an umbilical hernia that went undiagnosed.

I know Marx, I am just old school and Dad always told me to suck it up. I usually go to emergency when I am broken or bleeding to an extent I know only stitches will close the wound, which is often in my job, many moving parts in a engine and bolts tend to snap without warning. Last time I went to emergency and was actually treated it was for an infection which they said was a viral flesh disease. The proper term was acute cellulitis or something. The arm that was infected had easily doubled in size and they were quite afraid of having to use drastic measures if it did not subside. The skin wanted to split, so bad was the infection. I went to emergency every 8 hours to have massive injections of antibiotic until a pump was made available so I could have the stuff injected automatically. I wore this pump to bed and bath for 4 days. Luckily the infection subsided and the arm is ok. I really thought the shit had hit the fan that time. This was the only time in my life I went to hospital and actually saw fear in the eyes of a doctor. I must say, that time I was very surprised at the speed in which I was treated, maybe it goes to show the extent of how sick my arm was, twas the left arm, not far from the heart.

My work conditions break skin often, and the surfaces are far from clean, so some form of infection is acceptable and predictable in my work. How ever, I never feared of losing a limb this way. Now I know better. So a 3000lbs passenger car crashing on my head is no longer my main worry. Infection is my new demon, and my shop now has rubbing alcohol and iodine and whatever I could find. Lmao.

Nick! When you are pissing blood and in pain you complain as loud as you can!