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Okay, I’m a tad tardy in getting to comment on this great piece by Judith Warner (warning: link has been down recently) a few weeks ago, but at least I finally got around to this post, which will make your jaw drop. Yes, lofty expectations I know.
Are you ready?
If you didn’t follow that link to read Warner’s piece of naivete, I’ll give you the Cliff’s Notes: We men really are simpletons. Much to Warner’s surprise and dismay, she discovered this truth, but I am here to tell you that you should stop holding your breath while your wait for your male companion - if you have one - to become the emotionally intelligent and sensitive being that you long for. It ain’t happenin’.
Let’s start with something simple like anatomy.
You really want to tell me that this:
Is even remotely as advanced and complex as this:
And the fact that women can GROW NEW HUMAN BEINGS INSIDE OF THEM!
C’mon, Judith, (and any other delusional soul out there), did you really think we were more than beer-chugging, sports-watching, sex-obsessing creatures…well, apes?
I mean, we grow hair where we shouldn’t, we typically smell, and we have the memory of a goldfish when it comes to matters of domesticity.
Emotionally laced conversations? Hahaha! What we really want is some young flit that will un-complicate our lives. And yet social convention has brought us to require marriage to the superior female gender due to reproductive needs and the Biblical notion that we must be fruitful.
For your sake, I hope you do share your home with the one exception to my clan of primates - if so, please tell us about him.
As for me, I have to go check the latest news on my fantasy baseball team on espn.com.
This entry was posted on Thursday, February 28th, 2008 at 7:09 pm and is filed under In the Blogosphere.
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February 29th, 2008 at 2:53 am
hahaha! i just HAD to show this to my hubby - he totally agrees and said “i have been trying to tell you that FOR YEARS!” hehehe
February 29th, 2008 at 9:34 pm
Yes, I think my husband would pretty much agree with this, too. Why IS it that men just don’t care about their surroundings?
March 3rd, 2008 at 3:36 pm
I like to give my male co-workers a hard time for being able to quote lines from every movie they have ever seen yet birthdays and anniversaries escape them.
March 8th, 2008 at 4:16 am
Thank you for confirming what I’ve finally come to realize about my own husband. Unfortunately, he is not one of those exceptions. He would like to be more and do more for me and our kids. But sadly, he’s ill-equipped.
Read this post:
http://upwithmoms.blogspot.com/2008/02/honey-youre-fired.html
March 10th, 2008 at 11:55 pm
I find this a little safe-hating although funny. I mean, what father or mother would tell their young son that this is their destiny? No mother thinks her son is future simpleton who - yes- holds a job and provides for his family - but is a a primate all the same and doesn’t have as much to bring to the table as his female counterparts.
A little Everybody Loves Raymond meets King of Queens meets every single commercial featuring a husband and wife doesn’t it?
Sometimes I wonder if men get tired of being seen as the adult child in the family.
March 12th, 2008 at 3:04 pm
Thank you for all of your comments - unfortunately, we’re just wired this way, or most of us anyway. Sasha, I definitely meant this post as a little sarcastic but with a tinge of truth; we men (most of us) simple don’t have the same domestic abilities as our wives, I really believe this. And I actually relish being the adult child in the family, but only if it doesn’t tick off my wife too much.
March 13th, 2008 at 4:14 am
Haha- I get it. Ah, to be a domestic goddess!
March 15th, 2008 at 4:35 pm
Oh, the movie quotes! so true. But in our home, I’m the football fan and he works Sundays. It’s all very ironic, since he often works on the sidelines of Lambeau Field while I’m home shouting at the television set…I’m afraid to try fantasy football because I’ll get addicted! Not my loving husband. He’s a better cook, too. Oh, man, I’m hopeless!