Oh good God. Heavens that we should ever ask our men to do something for us.
Ever been in a medical situation? I have many times and I just turned 50. When I was engaged I had a minor surgery that caused temporary but big pain, and rest reclining. Asked my fiancé to get me some groceries and I needed pads for my condition too. He didn’t get childish and squirmy as on TV about how embarrassing it is.
As for purses, plenty times. There are times you don’t or can’t drag a purse along. Maybe I prefer to go on a ride without endangering my purse while my man doesn’t want to.
Good God, making such big deals out of nothing. Insecurity all the way.
BTW, asking someone to DO something they have no clue about is not nearly the same as just holding an item. Zero. Geesh.
Like how you're making a big deal that men aren't the way you want them to be? That they won't be "civilized" until they meet your feminine standards?
I honestly don't get this whole "Ooooh, men are brutes, we need to CHANGE them... make them more like women!" Why????
And to be more germane to the original post, please rememeber...the author's view is shaped by his physical relationship to his SON. He gives very little anecdotal evidence regarding how his male counterparts feel about this issue. Personally, I think that a dad who finds touching his son to be so unique was, as he said, a kid who was denied the touch he needed as a child.
I don't see how we'll ever agree on this. I'm all about guys being guys...without the expectation that they need changing. I can't imagine that you would like some guy telling you that you need to be more masculine. Maybe making a project out of you, like some girls do to their husbands? YOu know, the girls that marry a guy and the girl figures she'll change him until he's the way she wants him to be? I laugh at those girls and feel sorry for those guys.
If all the guys were perfect, then the wome would have to be perfect also. And then, where would be the fun of the dance?
I hope blu never finds her(?)self alone. She’ll have to field dress that deer herself - assuming she could shoot it in the first place.
And then she’d have to deal with all the guilt of those damn ‘blurred lines’.