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In reply to the discussion: This message was self-deleted by its author [View all]Bucky
(55,334 posts)Let's go over the silliness
1- A man is not allowed to fuck up.
Men screw up all the time. It's funny. From Jackass videos to Homer Simpson to the Iraq invasion to Everyone Loves Raymond to Enron to global warming to getting caught screwing around on our significant others and then winning her back with a well timed bouquet and a few sessions with a marriage counselor, men have been fucking up and getting away with it ever since Fred MacMurray went off the air and was replaced by the Watergate hearings.
2- You and you alone have to have a solution to every problem.
Double huh? All we gotta do is listen to our mates and act like we understand and not only do we get credit for "being one of the good ones" but we usually get sex after afterwards, too. Yeh, we gotta clean the leafs out of the gutters and open the pickle jars and swat the mosquito hawks out the back door. But beyond that, we get bonus points in an "equal partnership" for watching the kids 15% of the time, doing the dishes 25% of the time, and picking up tampons that 10% of the time we go and do the shopping alone. Compared to wearing high heels and constantly feeling inadequate about our body self-images, I think the dudes cashed out early in the roulette table of life.
3- Secondly, it's not about being the toughest guy in the room. If you kicked everyone's ass who pissed you of you'd be in jail. Simple as that.
I have no idea what the OP dude is babbling about here. Everybody in the room? Who gets mad that much? I'm 49. I've been in two fights in the last 30 years. Once I had a guy beat and I said to the drunk, "Look pal, I'm not mad at you. Let's call it quits." My date told me I was a true gentleman and I got lucky that night. The second time I knocked cold on my ass and ended up with a bloody nose on St. Patrick's day. The girl whose mistreatment prompted my pointless interference and subsequent ass kicking call me "the last hero standing" and the next weekend I got laid. Frankly, I don't know why I don't get into fights more often.
[font color="#dododo"]. . . . [/font]But the point is, some time after the age of 30, we quit fighting and quit trying to be tough guys. The cool thing about guy fights is, once they're over they're over. Chicks carry grudges for years and use words and social pecking orders as ostracization to fuck up their enemies in a way that lasts. It's much easier getting into conflicts with dudes, especially now when no one's even gonna kick my ass.
4- And this why men die, on average, ten years earlier then women.
We die younger because of long term work related stress and because we eat like pigs and guzzle beer. What, do you wanna live forever? Screw that, I'd rather eat all that ice cream and barbecue and have a big happy tummy. Anyway, it's more like six years, and it's those six years at the end when I'd be old and crotchedy anyway.
5- These things torment us. Being a man is a subtle dance. A hair raising circus act at times with no net.
Nice poem. You're not really talking about anything. But I ain't tormented. I don't waste my time analyzing things to death as much as the women in my life do. Overthinking is a torment. Shrugging off the bullshit and getting back to my hobbies is called zen mastery when Tich Nat Hanh does it. I'll bet he'll live to 102. Me, I'm good with being a dude.
[font color="#dododo"]. . . . [/font]I think it's easier than being a chick. That's why I make the extra effort to open the doors and pinch in my farts till she's left the room and don't bitch about it when I have to drop my video game and go into the kitchen and open that damned pickle jar again. I mean, damn, woman, it's not that hard to whap the edge of the lid with a butter knife, is it? But whatever. You're doing the dishes again tonight, anyway, so I might as well pitch in just to make you glad I'm around.