Being called all sorts of names is nothing new to me - water off a duck’s back and all that. But one thing I’m not is a ‘male chauvinist pig’. Please don’t label me?
Yesterday, my newest ‘friend’, Maureen Dent, decided to write an article about HER specific preference when it comes to HER choice about body hair and personal hygiene.
She is of course, entitled to HER opinion on the matter, but like I said, she definitely doesn't speak for all women.
And on that note, she probably speaks a bit too much, for a woman I mean.
Now don’t get me wrong, I never had a problem with my mother laying down the law when I was a youngster, getting me to do all kinds of chores around the house, but when I started becoming a man and helping my Daddy on the ranch when I was about ten or so, I realized then that men are the leaders in the home and pretty soon Momma had to start listening to me.
When my Daddy and I came in after a long, hard day’s work - that put food on the table for my mother and sisters - we rightly expected to be honored as men. And that we were.
I didn't see my sisters feeding the chickens or pulling on them cow teats till their fingers were raw to the bone, just to fill the milk pale each morning. No sir, that was me. While my old man fired up Big Sam (what he used to called our tractor) each morning, I was stacking hay, feeding pigs and shoveling sh.. till my back hurt. And all this before puberty. I was a man before my time.
Yes, Momma and the girls did the odd bit of housework to look busy and seem productive, but the real work happened out there, in the fields, under the scorching sun where men go unappreciated while providing for their families.
I was ridiculed yesterday for my views on women and bodily hair, but I agree with what my Daddy taught me about women and a man’s needs: A man spends his life providing for his woman and her kids, so it’s only fair that he leads his family and gets the lion’s share of the spoils.
The times in man’s history when the world worked best and where there was always peace and love in the homes, was when men were properly respected as leaders and providers. The families were happy, the wives were always happy, and most importantly, the providers – men - were happy.
I don’t get all this modern-day-hippie-woman’s lib-mambo-jumbo. It’s why the world’s gone so soft and why the family is no longer the cornerstone of society and morality. The day man’s authority in the home was challenged, was the day the revered system started to collapse.
I’m all for ‘Women’s Rights’, as long as they understand their place in the world of men.
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