Masculine Logic

Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women’s Sexual Fantasies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Being in a close relationship brings you insights aplenty. Your brain certainly works overtime and some of those times, you stumble onto enlightening bits of wisdom (even if they are *hic* alcohol-soaked).

Here’s something I thought last week – the sex ratio is skewed in favour of men, in most parts of the world. Men are considered more libidinous so their need for sexual contact is greater than women. With more men competing for less women and with their need to associate and copulate being greater, why are we still the less powerful sex?

I know this will lead to a volley of protests on how women control pretty much everything in this world so let me explain.

What do you think of a man who does not get into a committed relationship? A player, a footloose/fancyfree stud, a hero among his gender. What do you think of a woman in the same situation? That she couldn’t find a man because she wasn’t pretty/young/nice yadayada enough.

What do you call a man in his 30s or later who continues to have dalliances with the opposite sex without getting into one exclusive relationship? A merry bachelor, a cool dude, ‘young at heart’. What do you call a woman who is the same? ‘Desperate aunty’, ‘Cougar’ and a host of other uncomplimentary terms.

What is the common response to a man who announces he’s getting married or into any form of committment? “Sorry dude, your wings have been clipped, you’re chained now.” And a woman? “You’re so lucky! Your lifelong dream has come true! You are set for life!”

When a couple breaks up, what does the guy say? “Freedom at last!” And a woman? Don’t lie, the image we all just conjured up was a runny nose, plenty of chocolate, tearful eyes and cheesy romcoms.

So how does this work, huh? If I’m in a minority and in more demand, should I not be holding the reins of power? Shouldn’t I be lording it over the opposite sex, deciding whether or not to dally with them, making sure they know what a HUGE favour I’m doing just by associating with them? The only way I could do that would be to grow a Y chromosome pair.

Someone tell me that masculine logic makes sense.

Love Is An Intergalactic Negotiation

Being in a relationship, it’s not easy at all. No one said it would be easy. Umm, actually it was implied. Love as the grand jackpot waiting for you if you played your cards right. That was a big hoax.

It’s more like having intergalactic negotiations suspended in the far reaches of outer space. You speak a different language from the entity seated at the other end of the table (or whatever it is they use in intergalactic negotiations). You have a few handy tools, sights reported by those who’ve been there. But it’s not until you shoot in through that door you realize something fundamental. None of those sightings have been of this particular alien. They’re all of the hundreds and thousands of other life forms that are alien to you and each one, like this one is different. You’re all on your own now.

No way to tell if they’re hostile or friendly. No way to interpret what a gesture is intended to convey and what your response will trigger. How then, is trust, a hidden but integral part of any negotiation, learned? You take a chance and dive the heck in.

Gridlocks happen, just as in every kind of negotiation. Confusion and mayhem may reign. Each side may leave much worse for the wear and just a bit poorer. And yet we continue to strive for exploration, for communication, for connection, for peace and harmony. It is the very stuff of life after all.

Besides, did you catch a glimpse of the stars when you were out there? You’re so small, such an insignificant speck in the galaxy. But it was you out there on that dangerous, volatile, gut-clenching adventure called LOVE. You earned your place in the cosmos.

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What’s In My Handbag

The woman’s handbag, an eternal source of mystery apparently. Let me break free of the sisterhood and decode this womanly wile. Let me open my handbag and show you exactly what’s in there. Take a look at the things that have seen the insides of my handbag:

A Mad Woman

Watching ‘Mad Men’ brings up a thought that’s often just lying below the surface:

Why DO we put up with men?

The Rejected (Mad Men) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

They’re horrible.