A woman's place is in the home...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MT6Nk55fGYI&feature=related"]YouTube- Neil Young A Man Needs A Maid

 

It is a ghost from my thread past.

 

Tomatoes can only be eaten on the right side of the plate.

 

ward I think you were a little rough on the beaver last night

 

i spent over eight years playing mommy to a boyfriend. i go tired of it. i imagine anyone else having to shoulder the entirety of a relationship's work would be similarly disgusted by their partner.

 

Anyone who thinks women are dependent on men should watch the actions of men when they get sick. I mean on one hand getting a man to admit he's sick and to take medicine is hard enough in itself, but then god forbid the man admits to himself he actually is sick it becomes "honey i'm sick, can you carry me to the bathroom so I can pee"

*wife doesn't do it, man just lets loose in the bed*

 

And that's why the woman belongs at home

 

There's really only codependence. No one is putting a gun to their heads, right?

So, if you accept to have a relationship with a dependent person, then you somehow depend on them to play a paternal role which is important for your sense of self.

I don't really have that problem anymore because I'm not seeking father-daughter relationships, nor do I entertain people who need "someone to take care of." I've had exactly one codependent relationship in my life, and there it will stay.

But, I have come across this kind of codependence in dating in all kinds of subtle little ways until I had time to see the pattern. Which, strictly speaking starts from the very first when a guy feels he's alone responsible for initiation. Or, holding doors, or paying for drinks, or calling up, or complimenting, or in gift-giving, or in possessive body language, or in pursuing, or in entertaining, etc.

You don't have to wait to buy a house to play daddy games, you can play it in the nightclub nightly. It's not just about carrying shit, reaching for things in high places, and being the handyman.

So, for me it's basically ---

Dating: NAY.
Friendship: YEA.
Sex: YEA.
Marriage: NAY.

Edit: I just have to get better at not being so discouraged by women who appear to want to play roles. I can still simply engage them on a friendship level and let them react or be disappointed however it suits them, rather than cutting myself off with a thick layer of disdaining aloofness, like I usually do.

 

I don't mind cooking, cleaning and washing. As long as the wood has been cut, beasts have been cut and slaughtered, groceries bought, kitchen built. Wouldn't expect much though. Real men may be in the trade game with rough hard hands of a real working man but the rest of you have pathetic soft hands from being a girls blouse.

NO SOUP FOR YOU!!

 

I'm pretty sure I would hate your cooking.

 

Hey guys, let's define "real men".
No really, it'll be fun.
I hear from a reliable source it has something to do with coarse hands and piles of firewood.
Guys?

 

No doubt. A man of today complains about taste. A real man of old shuts his mouth, eats and gets back to work in the fields for his family.

 

Real men according to that definition = pussy whip, to me.

 

Hey look everyone I'm a little pissed off at some chick on the net so to defend my delicate view of my own awesome testosterone I'll gather all the men that are currently playing computers to stand by me in strength to make sure our hormonal attendance is publicized.

 

If you are both that independent, what is the point of the relationship? A good partnership is when both people work together, each doing their part, it isn't about who makes money.

 

So then I'm guessing a real women is one who is subservient to her master-mate, doesn't think for herself, and can only be identifiably weak and helpless in her dependence on a sexual partner for self-preservation?

Hey look Mom, gender roles are fun!

 

The self-flattery police is looking for you. I'm not the one who's pissed, you're pissed because you can't face reality and seek solace in some indeterminate past that exists only in your mind:

Only non-pussywhip definition of real men = testicles, male genitalia, some attendant biological characteristics.

 

Err not really. Not my problem you felt the necessity to try and debunk someones OBVIOUS stereotypical and quite dumb opinion. That's your burden buddy.

 

Oh, so you were trolling? Do you now feel very smart? I bet you do.

 

Trolling: No
Smart: No
Laughing: Yes