This post is for all the men out there. I love you guys. All of you, even the douches because you make me appreciate the nice guys even more. So thank you for being out there.
We (and by we, I mean women) are always complaining about how much we have to balance our lives. And this is true, we do, and it can be difficult. We need to be tough at work but not so tough that we’re called the dreaded “ballbusting bitches”. We need to be sweet to our men, but still exciting enough for them to want us. We need to be making both the babies and the bacon. And, if like me, you’re trying to break into a male-dominated field, it’s an even harder line to balance.
But I have to give props to the men out there that are also doing a fine balancing act. Balancing being a “man” with being a good partner. I have a problem with a certain thing that women do — it starts with an “e” and ends with “masculate” their men. I don’t know about you but seriously? Making your man a veg’ because you are? No. A friend of mine recently told me that one of his friend’s wives was making him stop playing paintball. WHAT? Why? Her excuse was that she “wanted him to spend more time with her.” My response: ”Play paintball with him” (ok, granted, they play competitive man-paintball, maybe she can come to some practices, or something).
My aunt is married to an avid softball player. Every summer, she makes it a point to go to a bunch of his games and practices. He spends 4 nights a week playing/practicing so she goes to “spend time with him”. In exchange, he’ll attend her fancy-shmancy accounting parties that she has to go to because she’s pretty much made partner at her firm (wooo, sorry, shameless plug for you there, Laurie!)
Ok back to men being men. I get it guys. There are tons of women out there who are trying to make you more like…well…women. Skinny jeans, emo hair, more sensitive personalities…
Here’s the bottom line. You guys are MEN and if you can’t change my lightbulbs and sand down my furniture if necessary, I don’t want you. (PS – I can do these things myself, but just like you can make yourself some spaghetti, its nice to be taken care of.) I will go to my job as a (hopefully) hot-shot doc one day but then I’ll come home and make you dinner and make babies for you. I will appreciate that you don’t know the difference between blusher and bronzer but still think I look good in whatever one I’m wearing. The answer is always “honey, you look great in those jeans but maybe even greater in that other pair” and you can go play paintball, softball, kickboxing — whatever, as long as you come home and…whatever…fill in the blank. I still don’t understand how women find neutered men sexy — I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE, shed me some insight!
To prove that I’m not insane:
There was a scientific study done where the docs measured the testosterone levels in men and then put them into two categories: high testosterone and low testosterone. Then, they gave the men a t-shirt and told them that they had to wear it for three days straight with no showers, deodorant, or cologne. THEN, they brought in some ladies and had them smell the shirts and rate “which ones smelled good”.
Results: across the board, women who were menstruating (that means they’re biologically programmed to want babies right then) found the high-testosterone shirts to smell better. The ones who weren’t menstruating were evenly distributed across both the high and low test groups — no huge preference one way or another.
What does this mean? In the words of one of my favorite scientists: “It means that when a woman wants a baby, she wants the man’s man genes. But once she’s knocked up, she wants a guy who’ll stick around and help raise the baby.”
Hmm. Don’t you get it women? You are pre-programmed to want manly men. So why are you turning this:
Hot Man
Into this?
Man of questionable value
Love, Mel
