Hearken back to Monday’s post. What was meant to be a shoulder shrug, a lark, a lighthearted jab at my pal Andy, actually sparked quite the response. While I got a lot of “You go, girl!” comments from women, I have been much more impacted by what I have heard from the men – whether in comment, email, or response via their own blog post. And while there is no way that I will be able to say everything that there is to say today (yeah, or ever), here is what has been rattling around in my brain this week.
If there is anything that I want to be, it is humble – humble, and teachable. So THANK YOU to the brave dudes (especially Joey – the catalyst for many of these thoughts today) who had the guts – spine – balls – to challenge my thinking.
Which brings me to my first point: it was wrong of me to emasculate men – denying them of the very thing that makes them male (um… balls… sheesh, I can’t wait to see what keywords bring people to this post) – for not being able to communicate in the way that most women would like them to. I am not a man-hater – I LOVE men! – and in no way desire to make eunuchs out of a bunch of surely well-meaning guys. I’m sorry for sounding – snip, snip – harsh and judgmental.
Here’s the deal: in an ideal world, men would communicate clearly. In an ideal world, women would communicate clearly. In an ideal world, both sexes would have eyes to see and ears to hear the other person loud and clear.
That is obviously not the world that we live in – due to culture and socialization and upbringing and experiences. So things get a little bit muddy, a little bit complicated, and sometimes, a little bit… hostile. Men aren’t up front with their feelings. Women send mixed signals – a “come hither” straight into a stiff arm. One person doesn’t know who he is, the other doesn’t know what she wants – or vice versa. Television only adds to the confusion, portraying men as bumbling idiots, and women as capable-yet-snarky ice queens (think “Everybody Loves Raymond,” or “Home Improvement”).
Who are we? Who should we be? Men and women alike are confuzzled.
I so wish that was a real word.
When it comes to love, we’ve all been hurt. We’ve all been disappointed. We’ve all got skeletons in the closet, and wounds that haven’t quite healed. And for as much as we want them, it’s easy to make the opposite sex into the “enemy.” I have my own stories – things that have happened that have made me a bit gun-shy when it comes to putting myself out there – and when I think of these disgraces, even years later, I still want to bury my head in the sand.
I think it’s safe to say that on a very fundamental level, women want to feel “worth it” to a guy – worth the risk, worth whatever it takes. But hello – this is 2009. A man can’t exactly prove his devotion by riding into battle with her hanky in his pocket. So some of us feel like the least he could do is say, “Hey, you seem great. I’d love to take you out sometime?”
Then again, the feminist movement sort of threw a wrench in that plan. We women-folk sure asserted our independence, didn’t we? Dang it. We’ve stabbed ourselves in the back. But that’s another post entirely…
Bottom line: I am backing off from the stance I took on Monday, however playfully I meant it when I first wrote it. I don’t expect for a guy to take the reins, run the show, ask me out, sweep me off my feet, order me the lamb chop at some swanky restaurant while I sit mute and adoring. Can you imagine? Me? Being conquered? I do hope for a partnership, with honest and frank communication, equal parts respect and affection – and prior to a relationship, I think that means that both parties are going to need to communicate our interest in whatever way makes sense.
Sigh. This just zapped every ounce of brain power I possess.
We all just want to matter to someone.
I wish it was easy. And I hope that one day, it will be.