As the snow falls, I rifle listlessly through yet another glossy women’s magazine, a previous addiction turned monotonous habit. Clothes, sex, beauty, men, relationships, clothes, etc… After a decent decade of instruction from these money-sucking pastimes, the disciple has become the master and I am starting to believe there are only so many ways in which the “Fifty ways to rock his world” article can be regenerated.
However, what bothers me the most today is the Relationship section. Yet another piece, telling me that I am a modern woman in an age where I need no longer be submissive to the dominant alpha-men. But how can this be true? I muse. Around me, I see powerful women, still unable to speak their mind. They do not lack intelligence. In fact, they employ all their resources in the ruse of getting what they want from a man without him realising it. This is a far cry from the twenty first century sensitive Beta male who talks, listens, is thoughtful and comes programmed to be able to lower toilet seats and do the washing up.
The truth is that men say they want a feisty thought provoking woman, that they enjoy the bafflement of the weaker sex clubbing them over the head with a witty retort. However, once they recover from the initial amazement, they feel the sore bump on the head when they realise what they have to contend with: the modern woman wants to be in the relationship on equal terms, she is no subordinate. Appealing as this is in theory, man has not yet evolved to be able to cope with the technicalities of this: the brains of the trophy girl must remain concealed under her head of perfect hair. Reaching forward towards equality with past traditions clinging at my skirts, I find myself trapped in the interstitial space between one era and the next and it seems the transition period will be anything but smooth.
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