A gun fires, a bullet flies from its barrel at speeds so fast you'd be hit before you heard the shot. As it does so, the casing of the weapon snaps back, another bullet is sprung up into the barrel and the casing eases back, loading it. This process can be repeated at more then 60 times a second quite easily.
The power of recoil.
Another example of recoil is the 70s. The end of the 60s was Hippie era, long robes, no shoes, and lots of sex. Then came the punks, mohecans (sp), piecings, spikes and pleasure violence. Rape was just another way of expressing yourself, and the girl punks revelled in it.
The punks were a recoil action against hippy anti-agression. Ferret's name on MSN alerted me to something I had long wondered about... "I spend my lunch surrounded by people who apologise for every touch. Today I hugged a stranger, a thousand lonely people rioted."
I've earnt the name "Hug in a Hoodie" for my (considered very strange) habit of giving everyone hugs, no matter how well I know them (unless I'm a lawyer, at which point they'd sue me for sexual harrassment). However, it dosn't always go down too well, especialy with guys.
Everyone knows girls are more affectionate then guys, they give one another hugs, walk hand-in-hand, even kiss. What self-respecting guys would do that? We live in the shadow of the punk era, where if a guy moves within a foot of another, they feel uncomfortable and shift away (except Gays, but they seem to foil my every argument anyway, so we'll ignore them). What is this reflex? I sit with a bunch of girls, I would almost be expecing one to lean on me or sit on my lap without the slightest thought of anything sexual, I could lie down using one of their hip's as a pillow and it wouldn't be seen as unusual. However, hanging out with guys and I'd get a punch in the face at worst, be thrown on the floor at best.
The ego of the average male dosn't only lead to their lack of likeability, but also their lack of trust. They suffer from a paranoia that everyone is out to ruin their image, to make them seem "un-cool" or, heaven forbid, gay!
A man's personal space is precious, step inside it and you almost expect him to draw a costume, wear a cross-hatched shirt and yell "Geet offa mah lahnd!"






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