As far as chivalry, I see the decline. I personally believe that romance is dead until something or someone happens in my life to convince me otherwise.... but back to chivalry um, it's a cycle... many women allow themselves to buy into the demeaning musical culture, many guys do less to impress as a result, women accept this, guys continue. Why would a guy do more if you'll accept less...
If you are willing to answer to 'psssst' and 'hey shawty' or 'ooo you have a fat ass' then why should he say 'excuse me miss...' and attempt to have an intelligent conversation with you? As far as the whole independent woman thing I agree with complementarity, but not equality of the sexes. Equality would mean that we are exactly the same... and we are not. I'm not a man, and I don't want to be a man. I want to be married and submit to my husband as head of our household and be supportive. You may think that weak of me, but you can't have two leaders in a situation... and omg, I am so freaking tired of these weak men who don't know how to take charge with anything besides their genitalia or their stature or affiliations or their material position... people used to have hearts and values. Dude, just because you have a Mercedes it is NOT ok for you to blow the horn at me and expect me to approach your car. I do NOT approach cars. Cars dont impress me, and damn sure don't make a man...
Win me over with your winning personality and heart for Jesus and service, not your swagger and confidence in something fleeting... but I guess that speaks again to the failing values on both ends. Plenty of people just want someone to sleep with and be casual with. To be seeking something serious (like marriage) at my age makes me one of few and also a casuality in the current 'war' between the sexes, but why does it have to be a war? I want to love you. Can't you just love me and see me for who I am instead of the part of me that lies between my legs? Are you taking my number so you can get to know me, or do you just want it so you can fill some personal quota you have? or do you need someone to call or text when you're tipsy and the club and want a warm place to rest your head?... Ugh!! I can't even say anything else, I'm so done with all of this.
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