Because Kim, one of my dearest friends in the world, is kind enough to put into words what all of us men know already. What we don’t usually say in polite and, more importantly, mixed company because we know that it will be seen as rude and what’s the bloody point? We all know it, so why go on about it if we know that some people in the party become offended by it? It’s no less true because we don’t mention it, but we won’t have to waste precious time defending what is the self-evident truth to wankers, tossers and ankle-pissers who insist on arguing the point.
Real men don’t waste time arguing the political correctness of the law of gravity, we just recognize that it’s there.
What made that essay, The Pussification of the Western Male, a favorite essay of mine is that Kim took the time and trouble, in a fit of pique and the RCOB, to explain it to the world. To spell it out in large bloody letters what being a man is all about, things we men already know, but none dare speak out loud because it’s either pointless or because we don’t want to piss people off when it’s not going to do a damn bit of good anyway.
If you’re not a man or if you are one and haven’t had the upbringing that Kim and I had, that post is a free, open look into the soul of a man.
And, of course, the usual pissers will whine and moan about how it isn’t “right” or how it’s something that is “fixable.” Shut the fuck up. It isn’t. It’s who we are. I can’t count the number of column inches that have been wasted trying to explain the “real man” and how he can be “fixed” over the years, and none of them know what the fuck they were talking about, because none of them were real men. Being a man isn’t a disease that can be “cured”, it’s who you are, and if you’re worth a damn thing, you’ll never change it.
And if there’s one thing that hacked me off (when it wasn’t amusing me how ignorant people are), it’s that the reaction to that post wasn’t “oh damn, now somebody finally explained how men think”, but “oh, that won’t do. How can we fix it?”
I often despair of how stupid the average hominid that I am unfortunate enough to call a member of my own species is.
And then I read a post like this by a woman who is married to a real man who truly Gets It. Now that is beautiful.
Here’s a hint to all of those women (and metrosexuals) who find Kim’s post “offensive:” We’re not demanding that you change. We’re just trying to explain to you who we are. We’re also working on finding out who you are and it would be a damn sight more helpful if you’d just tell us. We don’t want you to be like us, if we did we’d marry our own kind with disastrous consequences for the perpetuation of mankind, we just want to understand you and accept you for what you are.
And all that we ask in return is that you do the same thing.
Is that too much to ask?
If you think that it is, then, well, have a nice rest of your life without us, because we’re not going to change.