Monday, January 29, 2007

Commitment

There was a time that if you were committed it meant a stretch in a mental asylum. It meant playing Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. It meant being a sandwich short of a picnic. Now, it just means that you're a bastard...
Why aren't women committed to drinking beer, pulling bucket bongs, having a laugh, staying in the moment, whirling whirling, freelwheeling in the life, breathless and full of Chi.
They want to go from that to arguing about the laundry. Where's the joy in that?
They want you to commit to something and a situation that will eventually make them despise you...

Do you think men are more committed than women?

3 comments:

Wild at Heart said...

I always find that if you want to get their pants off let them wear the trousers.

daddy sang bass said...

problem for us is as men we tend to objectify. to us they're an external reality .. face, hair, tits, ass, like her in these jeans etc.

objectification is however not something we should abandon .. this same tendency brought us both the internal combustion engine and soft core pornography .. neither of which bear doing without.

what we've gotta get good at is objectifying (i.e. coding classifying, measuring) their internal workings .. flick this switch = this reaction .. we have to understand and predict them in the same way we understand and predict our motor vehicles.

those who lead must objectify .. only a firm objective grasp allows for sure, safe and righteous existential transit (sure theres a big place for subjectivity, but that's another post).

we must not forget that at this point in history, females remain incapable of leadership. their femalist dogma however instills in them the magical belief that they can and should lead - at home and at work.

if allowed to flourish, this femalist tendency (which has grown on the back of male-driven material scientific advance) is potentially catasrophic for men everywhere. the marital game we must play now is difficult and dangerous .. the stakes are high .. for our sons more than we.

our mission - should we choose to accept it - is to know our partners well enough internally, in order to allow them to think they are wearing the trousers .. when all along, we are.

this requires us to acquire new skills in the essentially female craft of deception.

fear not in going about this unseemly task, brothers (as i know that to us deception is unnatural, indeed unmanly) .. the deception we must employ in these extraordinary times is a benevolent deception .. in the interests of all .. and if things go well .. the emperor (i.e. the mrs) will one day wake up with no clothes, and feel only the happier for it!

the lonely guy said...

Wild at heart:
I agree. Also if you want more sex, do more housework. But sometimes masturbation in an untidy room is... well, it's just easier.

Daddy sang bass:
I think our true mission - if we are to really get anywhere - is to know ourselves. Also when you speak of benevolence, I think you are on the right path. Relationships will only start to work when they stop being a power struggle.
Thanks for the heartfelt input!