So, men finally strike back. I guess that the saying according to which both men and beer bottles are empty from the neck up is not entirely true.
Just kidding. As a matter of fact, I never intended to be mean and I was surprised to see how many of my male co-workers had been hurt by my articles. However, I must say I admire the brave guy who had the guts to speak up for the “poor men,” who are being mistreated all over the world, even as we speak.
First of all, I never said that women want to be men’s equals – we just want equal rights. Believe me, our ideals in life are slightly different from men’s: for instance, my idea of fun is not watching TV, belching loudly with a bottle of beer in one hand and a big, fat sandwich in the other.
Modern men (again the oxymoron) are responsible for their forefathers’ mistakes, as long as they keep repeating them. And don’t even get me started on “public displays of affection” – I’ve never quite figured it all out: how come men are able to display their “affection” towards women they don’t even know? Perhaps we should feel honoured and proud when some total stranger starts yelling something about various parts of our body. After all, it is a display of affection. Even though it takes place in public and it is terribly embarrassing.
And the mushy stuff about men fighting for survival doesn’t hold water, either. The only way women can dominate and enslave men is by using their charms. And why should they be sorry about that? It’s their only weapon and they must make good use of it. And if men fall for that, it’s only because they are weak enough to succumb before anything that wears a short skirt or a tight pair of pants.
Women-only clubs??? Yes, I admit. But who started it? Men clubs were the best excuse for husbands to fool around without getting caught or just to avoid going home.
I must say however that all women, no matter how feminist they claim to be, secretly dream of a strong man to dominate, but also to protect them. And my colleague was right – the race of knights in shining armours is now extinct. They have been replaced by a poor substitute for the long-gone heroes: the “knight in distress” – he has the strength, but not the will. He complains all the time, whining about work, where his skills are not appreciated as they should be. He is still a knight because he hasn’t lost his medieval arrogance, but, somewhere along the way, he has misplaced his knightly virtues. And, if you remember, noblemen resorted to the “amour courtois,” willingly placing their “dame” on a pedestal, as a higher instance. Now, women must settle for romantic and imaginative pick-up lines such as: “Come here baby and rock my world,” or even better, “Let me show you my secret weapon,” and so on.
Ou sont les neiges d’antan?