I ain’t got the strength to type on another “wussification of men” thread.
I’ll just say it makes me sick and leave it at that.
As WD already knows, I am more concerned with the emasculation of the American male (or western male in general) than I am in any "decline in religious influence." Political correctness and the legal system (to say nothing of single mothers) have succeeded where biology has not: neutering the male, leading to a confused gender that knows neither his traditional responsibilities, nor any other option than making the best of a challenging situation by taking the easy way out.
Where have all the real men gone?
After real women.
“Screw the men!”
OK, if that’s what they REALLY want...
Dear, DEAR senior men. Your premium just went up as husbands. MEN...it’s all a matter of supply and demand.
Where have all the thin ladies gone?
It's a very simple, traditionally male activity, that 50 years ago would have been nearly 100%. I'll bet today it's a lot lower than most would think.
I look around at my guy friends and see them mostly married with kids, with good jobs, all involved members of their community. Just the type of men society needs.
And, the thing is, these guys run the gamut from uber-liberal to Attila the Hun conservative (and the most liberal and most conservative two guys are both ex-military).
So, I don’t really see the crisis, to tell you the truth. Hollywood can take its lame little pot-shots at men, but who really cares?
“Save the Males”? Give me a break. Mrs. Parker has written some good stuff, but this ain’t it.
The simple fact is that when we men have had enough of this mess, it’ll change. Yes, of course it’s still a male-dominated world. That’s the way God designed it, and to struggle against it is an exercise in futility.
Like every other point of dispute, the final recourse of the disputants is force. But most men (allah-cultists excluded) are inclined to endure a great deal of ridicule and abuse and never resort to force.
When we’ve had enough, we have many other means of addressing the problem. For us men, it hasn’t reached that point yet. But apparently it has for Mrs. Parker.
this sounds like a case of Limbaugh Echo Syndrome to a degree...
Sturgis
I live in Toronto, Canada, and I’m wondering where all the real women are. All I meet are Fembots and Lezzers.
Women control sex, ergo men will do what women want them to do in order to get sex.. generally speaking...
While I admit I enjoy sex as much if not more than anyone else on the planet... I will not be acting like a little feminized twink in order to get it... you want that, have fun with it until it bores you.. and trust me it will bore you eventually.
I am not your girlfriend and have no desire to be... I’m hairy, sweaty, and at times boorish, brash, brazen and all the other characteristits that generalizations to negatively conotate men are. I will never find shopping exciting, unless its for a tool, bbq grill or technical gadget, and even then only for a few minutes.
I don’t care how en vogue it is, I will never be shaving my back or chest hair so I can look like some little twink.
I won’t be piercing any part of my body, or permanently inking it either, just because you think its hot.
I won’t pay more than $10 for a haircut.
I will not shop at boutique stores for clothing and neccessities.. you may all you like to smell nice and look sexy for me, but don’t expect me to find me shopping at bed bath and beyond etc.
I really can and do think about nothing, and yes, I do it a lot when you are babbling on about some event in your day I really don’t care about. I know, sounds harsh, but if it didn’t physically or emotionally harm you, justifying me getting involved to stop it, I really don’t care that you had a fight with the rudist checkout lady ever at the A&P. I got the jist in the first 2 sentences, going on for 20 minutes describing a 30 second interaction will glaze over my eyes faster than anything on the planet.
Don’t come to me whining about your problems and expect me to NOT offer solutions... I’m a guy.. you want someone to simply empathize and not offer solutions, call your mother, best friend, sister, aunt, grandma, or anyone else.
I won’t pretend to like your boss if he’s a jerk.
I won’t pretend to like your father if he’s a jerk.
I pretty much won’t pretend to like anyone if their a jerk. Deal with them if I have to yes, but won’t pretend that I like them.
Don’t ask me a question you don’t want an honest answer too, because I will tell you “yes that makes your but look big” if it indeed does. You want me to stroke your ego, then ask me a question where the honest answer will make you feel better, and asking it after bringing me a cold one without me asking or expecting certainly will increase the odds I’ll deliver the answer in a better mood.
I don’t give a crap about style, the Jeans, T-Shirt and Flannel look may never make the cover of the fashion magazines, but its damned well comfortable and far more likely what you will see me in.
You may care about it, and I appreciate that you do, to an extent, but if you think $400 for a pair of shoes is sensible, you need thumped in your head.
I don’t care how comfortable they are, you will never see me in a pair of crocs.
I firmly believe, its not exercise if no ones keeping score.
I could go on and on, but at this point my mind is beginning to wander off into beer and boobs again, and I find that more interesting than continuing to back up my point.
My buddy’s wife once asked this question...I told her I tell her after she got us another beer.
I guess I feel fortunate - last night my 9 yr old son explained who his heroes were and then asked his mother who her heroes were. My wife said “Sometimes it’s your father, sometimes it’s my father and sometimes it’s you.”
The ones I know are now retired and playing softball at least 4 days a week..........
And men? All ages, all demographics too -- wanting to thank me for giving a "damn".
Oh, I should add here, I was living in the San Francisco Bay Area.
It was always great to be up in Mendocino, Napa and Sebastopol: People, who most would coin as "uber hippies" -- were all on the same page on this matter, agreeing with my bumpersticker. And really well-informed folks, too.
Kathleen Parker should, IMHO, consider a book signing event possibly in that part of CA.