Men, I mean. After all, they are the ones who define themselves in relation to us: to be a man is to be whatever is not to be a woman.
If women are graceful, then to be graceful is feminine. A graceful man is effeminate. A real man is not graceful. He’s not necessarily clumsy, he’s just not-graceful.
If women like flowers, then men do not.
If women like pink and orange and mauve, then men do not.
And when women change their abilities, their desires, the men also change. For example, as soon as women became banktellers, suddenly men (real men) did not become banktellers. As soon as women were typists, men were not-typists. Et cetera.
I pity a whole sex that is so dependent. Living in a rut of reaction, they are simply incapable of such a proactive move as defining themselves for themselves. They didn’t even know they didn’t like quiche until we said we liked it.
Frankly, I fear for their future. At the rate women are doing, well, doing whatever they please, men will soon be, well, not.
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I’ve seen men working a bank cashiers. Not as many as women granted. I’ve seen men working as secretaries and typists but not as many as women. You can’t label “all men” as an all encompassing stereotype. Some men grade themselves as a red blooded male by their cars. I enjoy having a go in their cars but I don’t own one and I’m no less a red blooded male. You’re making sexist generalisations. Times have moved on gladly.
I don’t get it.