the tribal urge in modern man
i feel sorry for men. but don't tell anyone. (especially the men themselves). it's the original man-as-hunter vs. woman-as-nester tribal conflict. you just have to look over any suburban fence, any saturday, to see what our so-called equality has spawned: a tragic diorama of bitter would-be warriors mowing their lawns and hating their wives because they have to blame SOMEONE ...
... can i venture a scary thought ... it may not be their fault.
awful, i know. but todays' man is faced with a fact so contradictory and confusing that it's little wonder the poor loves keep legging it to the pub to get away from us girls: being a good man and being good at being a man are NOT the same thing anymore. and whilst i freely admit that i am no intellectual giant, even i understand this much ...
... THAT can't be very much fun.
mens' weekend workshops may go some of the way towards integrating the two. a "male only" campfire is a early-male bonding ritual practiced by almost all young males and remembered fondly. revisiting this and other male childhood/tribal rituals through "mens' workshops" is becoming a widespread way of contacting "your inner wild man".
it is supposed to be a very fulfilling experience; contacting your inner wild man. but i see a tiny flaw: if it happens on a weekend workshop, it's going to feel so much worse when you have to strangle him to death again with a tie the following monday morning.
the perfect man has: a fulfilling job & lots of money, but is home a lot too. he has a huge penis, but saves it for his woman. he is muscular, tall & powerful; yet he is sensitive and caring. he is also a good father, a good lover, is intelligent, expressive & supportive; yet he has no expectations. does he exist ? ... oh shit, i hope not ...
... i can't imagine anything worse than my flaws being thrown into glaring relief against THAT guy.