Monday, January 30, 2012
where the wild men are
it's a question my girlfriends and i have been asking ourselves for some time - where are the real men? the huntsmen, carpenters, the manly men? the beekeepers, the farmers, the lumberjack archetypes? i've realised why there are no real men anymore - they've missed out on that important chapter in their lives when they should have been building things, breaking things down, destroying things, creating them again, fixing things, using their hands, tending to repairs...i've heard murmurs of 'missing out on the army' for years, but this supposed explanation always failed to move me. now, i'm quite aware that i sound like the female equivalent of a 1950's beer-in-front-of-the-tv-drinking, impregnating, sexist cad - but women have only been allowed to have opinions for a few decades, so hear me out: our men have gone soft and they need saving.
i have a boy child, so i know how much a part of his nature it is to be attracted to masculine pursuits. you don't tell your child to love locomotives when he's 6 months old - he just does. if you're dead against toy guns, he'll fashion one out of a fallen branch, a dagger from a rock. you don't tell them to love fishing and hunting - they just do. boys are completely different to girls. it's in their genes, their wiring and in their spirits. therefore, boys who are growing up in front of televisions, playstation games, wii's and laptops are missing out on an incredibly important chapter of their manhood (besides for being inactive for hours and developing brain rot). it's dawned on me how these changes in society have brought about a generation of men who have forgotten how to be men. i know this must all seem terribly confusing to men who've heard women bleating on for years about needing men to be more sensitive and emotional. we take it all back! we're sorry! we'd prefer it if you'd spend your time making us furniture, rather than joining our craft blogs.
single parent families have a huge impact too - there are often no fathers around to give their young sons a masculine outlet or guide them on their path towards manhood. and us mothers are having to bring in an income, keep house, shop, cook and tend to children on our own, so i think it's a little unfair to think we could also fit in woodwork, building and fishing before dinner. my father is a real man who can chop wood, build, tile a bathroom, build a cupboard, race horses and still get home in time to cook a brilliant curry or a manly steak - they do exist.
so tell me ladies, would you prefer your man to build you a house, or make you a salad?