When Men Were Real Men And Women Were Real Women

Categories Meditation

“So let me get this straight ……. Women wear fake hair, nails, lashes, contacts ….. Buy fake tits, lips, asses and get Botox; but want a real man???”

Oh how I miss them old days
When there was no fighting about jobs and careers
Men were hunters, gatherers, providers
Men were protectors
Women supported their husbands to excel
And tended their livestock and other property
“Behind every great man is a woman”, they said
Back in the innocent days
When men were real men and women were real women

Men and women took religion seriously,
Wives would submit fully to their husbands
And husbands would love

their wives
As required by the Bible
Women would depend on the security of marriage
Because divorce was alien
It was easier to find a real wife and a real husband
Back in the trustful days
When men were real men and women were real women

There were no fights about duties at home
Roles were clearly defined
Men did the manly jobs like carrying heavy items
Men split firewood
Women stayed at home, cared for children and cleaned
Children were happier because mom was always home
Back in the humble days
When men were real men and women were real women

But again, maybe it was a man’s world
Because men were then the sole bread winners
And women were housewives
Even when employed, women would leave their jobs
To raise the kids
Families stayed happy, united units
Back in the quiet days
When men were real men and women were real women

Today, women are bread winners too
Women are far less economically dependent of men
Men have wilted, man has fallen
Roles have reversed
Men do kitchen chores
Men stay at home while women go to work
Women do not want husbands
The family is an unknown concept
Children are raised by maids
Today, men are men, and women are men too

The value of physical labor has diminished
Because of mechanization and technology
Robots do the hard work
Masculine strength has become irrelevant
Ooh how I miss them old days
When men were real men and women were real women

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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