Monthly Archives: March 2011

I found this article to be one of the most women-positive ones about dating out there. This is written by a man. Somehow, I would almost always trust a man’s opinion about dating than that of a woman.

Guy Talk: Ladies, We’d Prefer You Didn’t Fake It

I read a blog post earlier this month that sounded a familiar refrain: Are single women too independent for their own good? Women’s magazines ask that question, men’s magazines ask that question, and the answer is almost always the same: yes.

Like women, men take pride in doing something well, whether it’s writing a killer brief or throwing a knuckle ball or fixing a broken faucet. But don’t confuse the pleasure of being needed with the need to love and be loved.

The thesis rarely varies: women have become so independent that they no longer need men. They may want men, but they’ll get by without them. That self-sufficiency, so the conventional wisdom goes, is chasing men away. Men, as all these articles invariably say, need regular reminders that we’re indispensable. We need women to have problems that they can’t fix for themselves; if we’re not given the opportunity to prove our usefulness, we feel worthless.

Popular wisdom suggests that women feign helplessness: “Even if you know how to do it, pretend you don’t! Let your guy be the hero once in a while.” Nothing like a little manipulation to establish a relationship on firm footing, right?

As a man, these articles irk me to no end. They’re insulting because they reveal such a low opinion of men. The subtext of these pieces is always the same: despite the outer trappings of civilization, most men are a mixture of the beastly and the heroic. To keep a man from being the former, you have to give him as many chances as possible to be the latter. And in order to give him those chances to be heroic, women have to fake incompetence.

The idea seems to be that while women have evolved leaps and bounds within a generation or two, men are still stuck in the Paleolithic era.

(This is the same rationale that encourages women to fake orgasms—instead of talking to your male partner about what he could do differently, or explaining that you’re not in the mood, or doing some other truthful and healthy thing, we teach wives and girlfriends to feign ecstasy in order to protect the supposedly fragile male ego.)

There are more than a few good men out there, men who are much stronger and emotionally competent than we’re taught to believe. We don’t need women to hide the truth from us, especially if that truth involves pretending you don’t know what you know. We’re better, smarter, and more resilient than that. Despite what a few pop psychologists say, our egos aren’t any more fragile than women’s—there’s no need to infantilize us.

So what’s the real impetus behind these magazine articles urging women to “give up control”? Part of it is unabashed hostility to feminism, the ongoing “backlash” against women’s slow but irresistible march into traditionally male spaces. The oldest trick the anti-feminists have is to use the fear of loneliness against women, setting up a cynical false choice between happy dependence or lonely autonomy. From an anti-feminist standpoint, the more women who can be scared into choosing romance over pursuing their dreams, the longer the glass ceiling stays intact.

But there’s more to it than that. Part of the problem is that we raise too many women to be mistrustful of men. I often ask my female students, most of whom are first-generation college attendees, “How many of you were told to get an education so you wouldn’t have to rely on a man?” At least two-thirds raise their hands, often more. I ask the boys the same question with the sexes reversed, and laughter ensues. You can’t miss the point: while we assume that education is “good” for men, we still send a message to girls that education is a kind of “second-best,” a fall-back option because there are so few good, reliable men. The implication is that if women didn’t find men so disappointing, most women would be blissful about forgoing education in order to be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.

These are toxically mixed stories we tell to women. We urge them not to rely on men because men will invariably hurt them—and we urge them to put relationships first, because despite the pain, romance is better than any other kind of success. We tell women to be independent, but not so independent that men can’t demonstrate their usefulness. And we tell women they need to move quickly, because (as the magazines like to claim) biology is ruthlessly unforgiving.

We need to recognize that men want relationships, not jobs. Giving guys tasks so they can demonstrate their prowess may make sense in the workplace, but it’s lousy advice for a love affair or a marriage. Believe it or not, men don’t just want to be valued for what they can do; they want to be valued for who they are and for how well they can connect and love. And it sells men tragically short to suggest otherwise.

Here’s a newsflash: men can multitask. We can differentiate between a boss and a spouse. Like women, men take pride in doing something well, whether it’s writing a killer brief or throwing a knuckle ball or fixing a broken faucet. But don’t confuse the pleasure of being needed with the need to love and be loved.

I deal with other people’s needs all the time. As a father, as a mentor, as a PTA president, and as a college professor who specializes in sexuality and gender, I get a lot of validation from “being there” for other people. Lots of people need me. I like that.

I also like that it’s different in my marriage, partnered with a woman who makes more money than I do and who knows more about fixing things than I do and, truth be told, could knock out most men with one punch. (She’s a veteran boxer.) Our marriage isn’t about what we do for each other. We’re friends, we’re soulmates, we’re lovers, but mostly we’re partners of the kind that runs deeper than mutual need. I fell in love with her strength as well as her beauty. I’m grateful she never pretended to be weaker than she was.

Not all men are alike, of course. But I think most of us want more from a relationship than a to-do list and false praise. We’re not caught between beastliness and heroism. Like women, we’re human beings, longing to love, longing to connect, and longing to be challenged.

Tough Times

I know in my last post I spoke about my poverty…and made it seem like it was something that I sort of share with fellow students. Well, that was sort of true, if it weren’t for the fact that my family too is poor.

This puts me in the interesting position of having no one to turn to in times of financial crisis, except for federal/provincial student aid. The other day, I was at the bank and had to literally gasp at the amount in my checking account…that being in the double digits. Not only have I not paid off my tuition for the year, I have to also take care of rent and food and all the jazz required for the completion of my thesis.

You know, being in impoverished situations doesn’t bring me down as much as the memories associate with it does. My family wasn’t always this poor. We just became so after the big move to Canada. I am a trooper really…but what can erase the painful memories of neglect and dare I say, emotional abuse during my adolescent years?

I know, for a thousand times, I could be the mature one and justify that it wasn’t my parents’ fault. They didn’t know what had hit them, having lived relatively well-off their entire lives, something tells me though, this doesn’t mean they couldn’t afford me the minimum amount of moral support and encouragement needed when I, against all odds, tried to do my best in life and school, despite the rampant bullying and held my head up high. Instead, I was made to feel not good enough, in any way, and conditioned into thinking I will never ever be good enough.

Yes, it really does feel like I’ve accomplished everything on my own, but I am so dearly tired of doing it all alone.

Self-improvement…and a couple of other things

Yesterday, along with many esteemed colleagues across Canada, I went through the Ritual of the Calling of the Engineer. I am currently just mellowing after after a night of drunken revelries. I might have referred to my really intense university program a few times before, but never have I made explicit the extent of my nerdiness. Well there you go. So if any of you readers have questions in either basic or advanced physical and mathematical sciences, feel free to drop me a line. I have an obligation to mentor, you see.

As much as I hate to admit it, for both a lot of girls and boys, especially in their late teens and early twenties, the whole finding a boyfriend/girlfriend/hookup thing becomes so constitutive of what we are supposed to do in that part of our lives, we often neglect our inner true selves, despite all the richness and joy it can provide. This leads to a necessary, albeit seemingly ceaseless cycle, of monotony and feelings of hopelessness, also known as prolonged teenage angst or quarter life crisis, that can cause bouts of low self-esteem when unchecked. Every now and then, it is important for everyone to take some time out and try to grasp the extent of ourselves.

From now, till the end of graduation, I think I will focus more on my interests than usual. I have looked to a lot of inebriated tomfoolery as stress release from my daily drudgery, but I think it’s time to look inward for a few more weeks, true to my introverted self – read books, research music history, and just spend on hours on wikipedia studying the Voynich Manuscript, epistemology and Russian literature, as I rightly should have put aside ample time to do beforehand.

I don’t if it is just me, but I have noticed a trend among the fellow virgins/boyfriendless ladies of being particularly coy. It’s really time to cut it out. Not because I’ve been there and done that, and it was somewhat successful, but because you really got nothing to lose.

Don’t trust my opinion? Here’s an article from College Candy to back me up:

Get off the sidelines and play the dating game.

No matter where you are in your lives, I think taking risks, not only in relationships, but elsewhere in life, is crucial.

Here’s a time Sigur Ros video to inspire y’all.

Moving on

I’m forcing myself to do this. I know, I should’ve done it months ago. But I guess I finally have enough free time to do that now.

I went out with the first guy who asked me out. He is great. Gentlemanly, handsome, intellectually at par with me. Do I feel sparks? Not really. But since he took the initiative I’m going with it. Besides, I could use a little physical intimacy. Life’s pretty stressful lately. He admits readily to having had many, many conquests, and hasn’t backed of yet knowing fully well I am a virgin. To be honest, since my feelings are elsewhere anyway, I wouldn’t mind something casual for now.

At first, I felt pretty crap about it. But I think it’s the only medicine for what I am going through right now. I know I’ve been a sappy mess as evident in my recent posts, but otherwise, it’s an okay time I guess. Growing pains, I’d call this…amidst figuring out what I like, who I am and what kind of people I like…it’s a time to be experimental and get further out of my comfort zone.