I should I suspect be concerned…very very concerned, its TWO, yeas FOLKS!, two thinky posts in a row and that sufficiently unusual as to almost warrant a trip to the head doctor I suspect.
CAUSE..well who the fk knows to be honest, but here it is anyway.
The last post, touched briefly on the issue of the male stereo type, or more correctly, those attributes which seem to be ingrained and which we have received from society in general a complete fucking battering over, over , I guess the last 20 years, certainly the last decade.
What is it, whats the affliction that seems to see men, want to get all DEFENSIVE over somebody having a crack at their wife or merely the thought they might be looking sideways at her, the burying deep of financial problems, that stoic, almost stiff upper lip, lets not flinch in the face of adversity or show any sign, not so much as a ember of softness or doubt, on the really really troubling issues.
Perhaps even it’s the Disciplinarian roll in the household, No darling, I’ll go and get the fire wood, yeah, don’t you change the tyre, that’s my job, maybe it’s the I CAN BUILD THAT..NO WORRIES BABE!.
To be honest, there are any number of hangovers from time gone past, what was the TYPICAL MALE, that society has worked so hard over periods gone by to redress. I’ve not even touched the tip of the ice berg I suspect, just that a fair proportion would say they are well adjusted, believe in equality, fair division and all that, fully respect their partner as an equal and that’s all fine. I really agree, honestly, then, when it comes time to drive somewhere, I hop in the drivers seat and the boss hops in the passenger seat.
We trot down to the shopping centre to go shopping and without a doubt, I will push the trolley…little things I know!. But we all have them still.
Whats my job…. Well I can tell you. My job, is to protect my family, provide a safe environment for them as much as I possibly can, no that’s not right really is it.
Its defend them to the last fucking breath in my body from all elements and persons who might wish to do them harm, provide a stable and caring environment for their growth, teach them all the things I have learnt and prepare them as much as I possibly can for all the good and really fkn nasty things that they may come across whilst I am still alive.
That last paragraph is pretty fucking big and contains a fk load of responsibility when you really sit down and read, then absorb it.
Now, I’m not saying the fairer half would not and should not do the same, but as danger approaches and your good wife is beside, I will bet my left nut, that your arm goes out to shield her or the kids and you step into harms way!.
I that chauvinistic … have we dispensed with all the supposedly balanced, metro sexual, equality learning so readily thrust upon us by society, why have we not let the better half step forward, placing her body on the line in front of the impending danger.
Is it because we are genetically wired to do so, if that is the case…why are we striving so hard to dispense with all the other male attributes or is this simply refining the male species with the probable knowledge that at some point, YOU MAY WELL NOT STEP FORWARD..your arm might stay where it is.
OK..why is the MALE, in a typical arrangement stronger than the female, typically more aggressive and yet we are , well I think we are breeding this out, if that the right phrase.
To be honest, I am not sure of the answers, the balance is hard enough to find and the point of balance that society finds is acceptable is dependant on which demographic you happen to be talking too at any given point in time as well, that’s nearly a fucking no win situation.
So whats the solution……I’m fucked if I know really, either way, you run the risk everyday and not behaving in the manner in which you should either from a societal requirement or from a genetic requirement I think and surely, surely that must make for some fucked up male minds running around out there.