Opinion piece: #metoo

There is so much of the #metoo, feminism and the like, that I wonder when we forgot our men. When did we relegate men to the furthest and worst corners of the world? Why did we feel we had to emasculate a man to the point of no return? I am against abuse of any nature or description. I know that women can be far crueller than any man. So I wonder where all this hatred has sprung from?

I love history and looking back and seeing what we have done and where we have come from. Women are not as maligned as we would give ourselves credit for. We have achieved great things and forged many paths, however, we have taken a back seat and although it is good to seek recognition, why do we have to do it in such a manner?

When war ravaged the world ~ and in a world that was starting to be connected 2 world wars was a big thing ~ the boys that managed to come home were damaged. They had seen things at an age that no one should ever have to see. They dealt with carnage and the uncertainty of not knowing if your next breath (never mind the next day) would be your last. Women were running the world in their absence.

And in my opinion this is why the idealised 1950s happened. We found a way to give our men confidence to face an uncertain world. We gave them stability and a sense of purpose. We gave them constant.

Now suddenly we want to shout that we have been left out. We haven’t. We have still been achieving great things, just quietly. I don’t see any need to be better than any man or to compete with a man. Is the world biased? Yes. But that is no reason to take away the manhood that we deserve. Do we have to have the recognition? You may need it, I know I chase it at work but I have learned that if all I seek is recognition, no equivalent salary or job title will give it to me. If anything it demeans what I have achieved.

We deserve men who are confident, a little aggressive without being a dick, men who are chivalrous without fear of being accused of treating her like a “little woman” and men who compliment the women they have in their lives. There is always a line between being a gentleman and a dick and some will cross it ~ but I really feel that we have prejudged all men and their only option is to be a dick.

The left column was taken from FB and written by Janne Robinson. The right column is all me.

This is for the women who don’t give a fuck.

The women who are first to get naked, howl at the moon and jump into the sea.

The women who drink too much whisky, stay up too late and have sex like they mean it.

The women who know they aren’t sluts because they enjoy sex, but human beings with a healthy sexual appetite.

The women who will ask you for what they need in bed.

This is for the women who seek relentless joy; the ones who know how to laugh with their whole souls.

The women who speak to strangers because they have no fear in their hearts.

The ones who wear “night make up” in the morning or don’t own mascara.

The women who know their worth, who plant their feet and roar in their brilliance.

The women who aren’t afraid to tell a man to get the fuck out of her heart if he doesn’t honour her worth.

This is for the women who rock combat boots with frilly skirts.

The women who swear like truck drivers.

The women who hold the people who harass or wrong them with fierce accountability.

The women who flip gender norms and false limitations the bird and live to run successful companies giving “the man” a run for his name.

The ones who don’t find their success a compliment just because they have a vagina.

Women like Gloria Steinem who, when she was told, “We want a writer, not a woman. Go home,” kept writing anyway.

This is for the women who drink coffee at midnight and wine in the morning, and dare you to question it.

For the women who open doors for men and are confident enough to have doors opened for them.

Who use “no” to be in service for themselves.

Who don’t give a damn about pleasing the world, and do sweetly as they wish.

For the superheroes—the single moms who work three jobs to make it. I salute your resilient, cape-flapping, ambitious selves.

This is for the women who throw down what they love, and don’t waste time following society’s pressures to exist behind a white picket fence.

The women who create wildly, unbalanced, ferociously and in a blur at times.

The women who know how to be busy and know how to plant their feet in the earth and get grounded.

These are the women I want around me.

This is for the men who don’t give a fuck.

The men who display their dad bods proudly, who howl at the moon and jump in the sea.

The men who drink too much wine, stay up all day and have sex voraciously and without regret.

The men who know that the girl with the healthy sexual appetite will test his every imaginative limit and thrives in that knowledge.

The men who ask for what they need in bed without fear.

This is for the men who seek joy and laughter, and who show the world what that looks like.

This is for the men willing to approach strangers without fear of rejection or a law suit.

The men who take pride in their appearance even when it’s a T-shirt and shorts.

The men who know their worth, plant their feet and roar in their brilliance.

The men who are not afraid to walk away when it is damaging his heart and she does not honour his worth.

For those men who rock budgie smugglers!

The men whose language reflects his character.

The men who hold everyone accountable to their word.

The men who stay home and raise the kids and care for the house.

The men who acknowledge that his success is not because he has a penis, and does not have to advertise it.

Men like Keanu Reeves who proves you can be a good man and a public figure.

The men who will have cake for breakfast and relishes in it.

For the men who open doors and seek to make her comfortable, and for those that allow her to reciprocate.

Who use “no” because it is healthy for him.

The men who confidently ensure their happiness and health, without compromise.

For the superheroes – single fathers who work long hours, multiple jobs and raise their kids. There are too many of you.

This is for the men who chase dreams other than the picket fence and don’t apologise for it. For the traveller and daydreamer.

For the men who create behind the scenes, and never get acknowledgement.

For the men who find time to stop, assess and ground, both himself and those around him when life gets too much.

These are the men I want around me.

What are your thoughts? I moderate my comments and if anything is cruel or seeking just to create chaos, it won’t appear. Intelligent debate is welcomed.


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