PROLOGUE: PRESCOTT'S MALE POLICY 

 

Man, noun

(Zoology) A human being classified as belonging to the genus homo. Homo of which there is only one species Homosapiens, characterised by high mental division.

Male, noun, adjective

noun 1. A man a boy. Males belong to the sex that, when mature produce sperm.

That's the only way the dictionary can seem to define those of the emotionally incapable. Not one of them are able to provide a proper definition of what a 'man' or so to say is. Perhaps they're like us- waiting in eager anticipation to see if the opposite of sex are in fact extra-terrestrials, undercover as mere earthlings.

But then again, perhaps not- Men do such bone headed things, it wouldn't be right to actually elevate their intelligence to something so... how would I say it...advanced? They can't even own up when they're wrong, and always have to find someone to blame; namely anyone who doesn't burp the alphabet and banter like gorillas when their team loses the Superbowl. If you haven't already picked it up, I mean us- women, females, people who actually don't show the whole bus that they are sexual aroused through their pants.

What's that? You're shaking your head? You don't believe me? Lets check out some evidence then, shall we?

 

Case Number One: Adam and Eve

Okay, even the people who aren't of the Christian denomination will probably know the story, but in case you don't here's a quick summary.

Adam and Eve were the first humans to be created by God, who's soul function was to obviously pro-create. Adam was created first (no shock) and then it was decided that he needed a companion, so God took a rib bone from Adam and shaped it into one which was a supposed 'perfect complement' for him. The couple lived in the Garden of Eden, paradise all around, where everything was catered to their every need. The one exception was that they could not eat the fruit of the one tree that held all knowledge of good and evil in the world. (It's believed to be the apple) Now here's the crunch. Eve was approached one day by Satan (actually a fallen angel who was exiled to the underworld) coaxing Eve to take a bite of the forbidden bounty, stating God had changed the rules and that they would be as knowledgeable as God if they did eat it. She took it to Adam, who took a bite. God suddenly appeared and banished them from the garden, stripping them of any luxuries. Supposedly one of the luxuries was inflicting pain upon women during childbirth.

Scholars have long said it was Eve who brought pain in this world, but then again, wasn't Satan created in the vision of a man? So who were these scholars? Men of course!

 

Case Number Two: Adonis and Aphrodite (Greek goddess of Love)

Adonis was a devastatingly handsome young hunter who took too much of his male pride to his head. Story has it that Aphrodite who was already married to Hephaestus, fell for Adonis. When Aphrodite warned him about hunting around a particular area, he refused to listen and went ahead and did it anyway, resulting in his untimely death by a boar (Hephaestus in disguise, cos of jealously)

Okay, by this point of the story, you're already thinking that it was all Aphrodite's fault...I mean, what type of woman falls for a man when she's married. Certianly not one of good morales!

But ah... you're forgetting that these stories were again created by men who lived in a society where women were only seen as slaves to men and useful only for only creating children.

And whats with Aphrodite's husband killing somebody because he's jealous? Was it really necessary? Couldn't he just negotiate? But then again, there's the male pride again...

 

Case Number Three: Lysander Prescott and Sebastian Alder

Okay, after using evidence that comes from soley from mythology or faith, dated back several thousand years, I think a current example is fitting. You may not know who this man is, but then again, neither do I.

Like the men I depicted in the last two cases, this one was no less a chauvinist and no less one who didn't take his pride into his own hands.

Like his name suggests, Lysander Prescott did do a many great things. He was a prominent banker in the state of New York, his trade to him, only second nature to breathing. He also traded BMWs to Mercedes Benz to Jaguars to Roll Royces like he changed underwear. He also had a substantial wad of cash stashed away in different banks across the world. Men say women are vain; I think it extends to men too.

Because in the summer of '85, Lysander Prescott, left with his younger and perkier secretary, leaving his five year old daughter and his pregnant wife to fend for themselves in the outer suburbs of Missouri.

I never forgave him for not being there when I performed my first piano recital or when I lost my first tooth. My mother seems to have, although I don't know why and still named my brother, Avery a Prescott. I don't think Lysander deserves a son to carry on his name, but I love Avery all the same.

Sebastian Alder will forever remain in my eyes, the one who perfected the craft of deception and practiced the "art of seduction" to a tee. He was no less the modern day Adonis, but no more the bitterness in a bitter melon.

He like his Greek equivalent, was adorned for his good looks by a great many girls and successful in even charming the wit off anyone who was a potential obstacle in his path. He even succeeded in winning a football scholarship to Duke. Life was sweet and he knew it.

I was one of the suckers who fell for this smooth talker, and still remain today scarred. After years of hating Lysander, and associating all males in the same category, I thought maybe they weren't so bad any more.

I was a mere junior reporter on the Langton Gazette, the school newspaper. Sebastian had never spoken to me before, he being a jock and me, a geek reporter. High school cliques were always so defined, no one ever dared step across the invisible boundaries.

On one Fall day, Riley, our sport reporter was out sick, so I was stuck with his job, as everyone claimed to be 'busy'.

I knew nothing about sports and was in a state of panic as I was meant to interview the then, football captain, Wyatt Jones. I was ignored for most of the game and because no one knew I was covering for Riley, they just assumed I was a geek watching them practise.

It was only until I was waiting outside the locker rooms after the game that they noticed. Coach Lauer yelled at me for being in the way and told me to wait outside like a 'nice little girl'. I stood my ground and told him that Riley was sick, and I was his fill in, but he didn't believe me.

Sebastian had just come out of the showers looking as cool as ever as his wet black hair framed his glossy black eyes. Water droplets glistened over his body, almost like diamonds in a field of snow. He glanced at me briefly as he emerged from the locker room and began to walk off to the exit. As I stood there mortified by Coach Lauer's dismissal he turned back.

" 'Scuse me Coach, but I need to be some where at five thirty, so if you don't mind I'd like to get the interview over with" he smiled easlily as he winked at me.

If I was anywhere but that locker room, I would have jumped up and down in glee. But they would have only classed me as an even bigger geek, so I just smiled and led him down to the bleachers where I asked him a couple of lame questions for the article.

To me, that one interview opened a looking glass full of odd and awe inspiring possibilties to one helplessly marked as a fugitive in school. We would greet each other in the halls, and for a few months, the high school system seemed to be classless.

And before I knew it I became one of "Bas's girls". Odd as it may seem, I seemed to have been granted a temporary acceptance with the "beautiful people".

But this didn't last long and a day before the last school dance for the year, I watched Sebastian tongue wrestle with the new blonde cheerleader under the large pine in the middle of the school grounds. When I confronted him about it he said it was all innocent; claiming it was a bet his jock friends put him up to and she meant nothing. His black eyes contradicted everything he said, but i forgave him all the same.

So the next evening, I waited for him to pick me up. But as the minutes ticked by ever so painfully, I got agitated. When Sebastian finally rang in at eight, he was all forlorn and apologised as his Camero had died on him. I offered to pick him up, but he rebuked it, telling me to go ahead and he'd meet me there. I felt a sense of relief pass over me as I got into the car and started the engine, puttering off to school.

I guess all things happen for a reason and perhaps I was never meant to go to the dance. Cause when I pulled up to stop at the intersection, I saw Sebastian's creme Camero zoom past, a gleeful expression plastered over his perfectly chiseled features.

And what was more, Jacquelynn McCrae, the new blonde varsity cheerleader was beside him, smiling cattily and clutching onto his arm.

I know I should have just shown up and just pretended it didn't bother me, but it did. People say that you shouldn't let one bad experience scare you from trying other things, but I can honestly admit that I haven't even so much as associated myself with the human equivalent of a gorilla for a couple of years.

 

© sayamaru and 'Bittersweet Rhapsodies' 2001-02

No part of this website may be reproduced in part or in whole without permission of the author/webmistress.

All ideas, graphics and layouts and backgrounds and stories are copyright of sayamaru and Bittersweet Rhapsodies. I am in no way affiliated with the Backstreet Boys, their management wives/girlfriends or the girls used in these stories.