
Get a group of women together and often there’s a good deal of man bashing going on. I walked into our lunch room today to grab my third (or maybe it was my fourth) cup of coffee. A small group of older ladies were chatting over lunch about their husbands, both former and present. What comments I heard were light-hearted enough, but they weren’t what I would call complimentary. All of the men in question suffered from short-comings, as least from the female perspective, attributable to their belonging to the male gender. Same old same old.

Get a group of men together. After they finish discussing the breasts, or the ass, or the legs of the woman who just walked out, talk turns to… well perhaps it turns to the breasts, ass or legs of the woman who just walked in… then it turns to how unreasonable and illogical woman are, and down right nearly intolerable they are. One guy might recount how, “If they didn’t have a pussy, they wouldn’t even make a good friend.” Same old same old.
Yet most of us wanted to get married. Not to someone of the same sex, but to the opposite sex. Hmmm. And many of us remain married. Most of those who don’t usually get remarried. Some repeat that cycle again and again. Okay, men being the poor bastards that we are, who think with our little heads, can blame it on our desire to get laid. That means we apparently must forget how wives suffer from lock-jaw and frequent headaches. But what’s the story on women? Ask any middle age woman who owns a vibrator: she sure as hell doesn’t need a man to take care of business in that department.
So why do we do it? Really, why do we do it? And don’t give me a line about companionship. One can get that from a best friend or a dog, or even an alter ego. Yes, I know nature intended it this way to ensure procreation of the species, but since when do humans follow all the laws of nature, especially now that we’ve gotten smart enough to decide Pluto is not a planet.
I didn’t know why we do it, or rather, why I did it. Until I made a conscious decision to do something that, quite frankly, I was reluctant to do: submit to the leadership, guidance and control of a woman.