A curse word?
There’s been a lot of talk about the emancipation of women. Lots of butch looking females screaming that they are every bit as good as men, deserve the same salaries, the same privileges, and on and on and on…
Good for them. I agree with them. If a woman is a director, she should be paid what her fellow directors are paid. If she’s a mechanic, she should be able to do the same things her male counterparts can do, and then, get the same money.
However. Women are not as strong as men physically. This I know for a fact. I’m a strong woman, but there are things I can’t do, be cause I’m not strong enough.
And I don’t shout emancipation. I just get on with my life, doing the things that men have traditionally done, without carrying on about it. Heavy lifting? Either get somebody to help me, or I make a plan – since I have the actual brains to do that. Can’t get the lid off a jar? Make a plan – hot water has been known to loosen a tight top – in more ways than one 😉
The reason for this post today, is a man.
A young man.
And apparently, either completely useless, or just shit lazy.
One of the chicks had a box delivered. She’s pregnant, not allowed to do heavy lifting. I’m in reception, can’t leave my work station to go and deliver stuff to all and sundry – it’s their responsibility to see to it that their deliveries are picked up from reception. Knowing the chick is pregnant though, and not able to lift heavy things, I asked the young man in question if he would not maybe take the box to the back. Since, he’s a man.
And even in today’s emancipated world, I’ve known men to actually open doors and do the heavy lifting for females.
This young man just said no. And he always has a story about why he won’t do it.
And I was thinking.
Do you, as a male, not feel kind of useless when a woman has to do something that you could do easier? Does it not make you feel sort of less because you’re letting a woman, that really is frailer than you, pick up things or move things?
Or am I wrong in thinking about it like this?
I mean, women have been implying that they are indeed just as good as men, and as such, should be able to do the heavy lifting.
Which this particular woman does, quite often, and with not much difficulty.
Is that maybe why you don’t find decent men anymore? You don’t find dudes that does not curse in front of women, or that opens a door for you, pull out a chair, treat you with at least some kind of deference. They treat your body as a receptacle, never engaging the mind, never bothering to know the person behind the boobs – because, if you want to be treated like a man, you should be able to behave like one too.
Because females have insisted that they can do everything themselves. Why then should males have to bother doing things for females?
I’m likely old fashioned.
I know I can open a door for myself, and generally do. I enter my empty house every night on my own. I can do all these things. Don’t need a man to do them for me. When I am with a man though, I like him doing it for me. I love being treated like a frail, fragile, cherished woman. Love being in the company of a man stronger than me. Somebody that can at least make the effort of protecting me should the need arise. Not because I can’t, but because he wants to.
And that’s what I think many people don’t realise.
A man should not protect a woman because she can’t. He should protect her because he wants to.
Or pick up a heavy box 😉
A man was out walking a dog, and a woman stopped to admire
“What’s your dog’s name?” she asked.
“Herpes,” replied the dog’s owner.
“How….odd,” said the woman. “Why Herpes?”
“Because he won’t heel.”