OK - I’m a corporate pilot ... I fly jets. What different skill sets do I have that a “husband” doesn’t? My framework is not simple, it’s very complicated. If I loose I loose my life along with my passengers. I have to win every time.
You’re saying that the more stuff he gets the better looking the wife? Good grief! Win or loose the woman has to make the home, take care of the kids (guys yell when they get a splinter, try going through the pain associated with childbirth one time). Skill sets???!!!!
There’s the thing that screws up most people, I think.
Defining what business you’re in? Is the corporate pilot in the jet flying business or the airline business? That is to say, what’s the goal? To fly jets or be the guy/gal who owns the company that leases the jets?
There’s a very good essay written decades ago called Marketing Myopia (free online). It explains how businesses screw up by not properly defining their own business. The giant railroads believed they were in the railroad business and not the transportation business, hence they never made the move to air travel and got obsoleted.
Most people make the same mistakes.
Everyone has different values. For 99% of people, 5 minutes after they retire they are long forgotten and no one cares about them, no matter what your career is. So, to me, it seems a career is not that important to a person's life as their family.
Your posts are filled with stereotypes - how ironic for a feminist...not really of course.
You wrote:
“Win or loose the woman has to make the home,...”
All by herself? I remember my father washing floors on his hands and knees because he knew that’s how my mother prefered the floor to be cleaned. He did this to help out - and that was after working all day at his back-breaking job in a chemical plant that gave him cancer.
“...take care of the kids...”
So, only women take care of children? Is every man in your life a loser? And if so, why do you hang out with losers?
“...(guys yell when they get a splinter, try going through the pain associated with childbirth one time).”
So, now every man yells over a splinter? Women are stronger than men. I freely admit it. Yes, I know men can generally lift more, carry more, etc. But God made women stronger to endure things like childbirth. At the same time, I have seen women completely fall apart over breaking a nail, scream over spiders in the bathtub, cry pitifully over NOTHING, and (yes, it’s a stereotype) go insane when PMS hits.
I keep chocolate in my desk so women don’t kill me.
Every day at my job I spend an inordinate amount of time helping women sort out their problems - problems with their kids, their husbands, their mothers, their sisters, their anxiety attacks over retirement (that’s the latest thing a good friend of mine is experiencing), everything, I MEAN EVERYTHING. I rarely have to help a male out. They somehow muddle through it without burdening me (God bless them!).
I manange to do all that and still can cook and clean for myself and others. Imagine that? Also, splinters don’t make me scream. I once shattered (and I mean shattered) my wrist in an accident. I have seven permanent pins in my wrist. SEVEN. Did I yell? No. Did I cry? Nope. I live alone at the time. I managed to wash myself. Make my own meals (although I asked a friend to pick up some groceries for me). I missed work ONE day because of surgery. And that was it. I freely admit the only time I was particularly bothered in any way was when my tiny female physical therapist - who must have weighed only 97 pounds but was very strong - pushed down on my wrist as hard as she could day after day in therapy. My eyes welled up with tears on at least one or two occasions as she bent my wrist in ways it was no longer really able to go.
Not all men are wimps.