Honest Muscles And Dependent Men
I am glad that I have the right to vote and I am happy that the world is beginning to realize for the most part, that women are capable of doing jobs that men can. Independent women it seems are everywhere. But with women everywhere saying, 'I can do it all by myself', what is left for the man to do except sit down on the couch with a drink and a snack to watch football or play the latest game from Playstation?
A Dependent Male Species?
I am not a very old person but I think that I should be able to say that I have met some independent men in my time. Men who take care of themselves and of their families and generally enjoy or at least embrace breaking out a sweat to make a dollar. I have never met one. Maybe I am not looking hard enough but right now a sighting of what I consider a real man is equivalent to a sighting of Bigfoot or Yeti. I am at the edge of my seat - do they exist, do they not exist?
I have met my fair share of dependent males in my time. I refuse to call them men because I think the definition of man has to do with responsibilities. These males have none whatsoever. Everything that needs to be done is taken care of by a mother, sister, girlfriend, wife or even grandmother. Yup life is good for them.
Once in awhile a member of the female species may prod the dependent male to get up and do something and after a long period of nagging and then an even longer one of begging, the dependent male may do something heroic like mow the lawn. That deed is worth at least a month's rest and a back rub because it is, after all, so tiring.
It seems like the more women decide that they can do a job, the more the males decide well then you do it entirely. 'You don't need me' seems to be the unspoken line that is being said worldwide. Or maybe it is the other way around - the more men decide that the job is too hard the more women step up to the plate and do jobs that were designed for men to do.
There are still some males who work and work hard but what do they work for? What do they save up for? Their kid to go to college or the next F.I.F.A. game? To fix the leaking roof or to install the latest H.D. TV? How many times have I seen the question asked, 'How can I get out of paying my child support?'
Man- Made Muscles versus Honest Muscles
It is all the rage now in the movies. These guys have muscles that are well defined. On the street you see it too. Guys who have the strong arms and the abs. Who can lift 200 lbs and are admired by the females who think they are so strong. What the females do not realize is that these are mostly man-made muscles and are not honest muscles.
These muscles are manufactured in a gym for the sole purpose of catching the eye of a female. They are like the feathers of the male peacock. Beautiful but useless. It is done out of vanity and is achieved through meaningless work. A man who works on a farm everyday or in construction builds muscle that is far more valuable than the gym kind. Why? His muscle is built on literal work. When you see those arms you know he does hours of work everyday and those hours bring forth the fruit of provision and not a nice appearance at the end of the day and an empty pocket to go with it. Think about it, people pay other people to help them get muscles when a simple thing like work could build it for them and build profit as well! Now I understand that some are stuck in the office all day and may live in an apartment or something like that but there is always constructive work available for guys to do.
A guy with man-made muscles, in my opinion is no man at all. He can't fight he can't work. His muscles are entirely for show. If you ask him to do some heavy lifting he is concerned that he pulled a muscle and that it will interfere with his weight lifting regime. Honestly, I'd rather you were puny and huffed and puffed with the box but did not complain than have balloon muscles that are not of any use.
Undoubtedly, there are still some men out there. I just have never seen one face to face. If you are a man who works hard and takes care of your family, whose muscles are honest muscles, I salute you. I ask you one thing. Raise your sons to become men like you because you are a dying breed and I would hate for you all to become extinct.