That makes sense from an evolutionary standpoint, but I personally find it has more to do with how physically unpleasant casual sex can be as a woman, even when you disregard the element of danger. Sex is so penis-in-vagina centered in our culture that the old cliche joke, “How do you find the clitoris? WHO CARES?”, well, it’s a cliche for a reason. I don’t have a ton of experience with casual sex, but all of it has included a minute of making out before the man jumped on and got to work, while I stared at the ceiling, occasionally wincing. Do that a few times, and see how interested you are in the charmer at the bar.
If the default position for sex were a man on his stomach while a woman lubed up a dildo and went to town on him, while completely ignoring his penis, I’ll bet men wouldn’t be that interested either.
So that’s something else men have. Bad sex for men is still likely to result in an orgasm. Bad sex for women can be downright painful.
In general, men seem to have more stable and tolerant metabolisms over the course of their lives. They have no major reset-switch events, like estrus, pregnancy, menopause, and all of the mini pre and post versions of the same. Men can, in general, be confident that if their diet and activity level stay relatively consistent, then so will their body.
Men are allowed to be assertive at work and It’s a Good Thing.
Women being assertive are bitches, or not team players.
My last boss literally took me to task for doing something that the guy who sat next to me also did. But it was never mentioned it him. She also said that I had “angry body language”. Can you imagine someone saying that to a man, ever?
No; I meant if a kid didn’t want to eat something because it looked or smelled nasty, I’d tend to commiserate, rather than say “Eat it. It’s good for you.”
Or gain a little weight, or have to pee during a meeting, or feel tired, or complain about a backache after sitting in one position for a long time, or “glow,” because you happen to be in a good mood, etc., etc.
Being a man, I can sing the Muddy Waters song Mannish Boy.
[QUOTE= Muddy Waters]
That mean mannish boy
I’m a man
I’m a full grown man
I’m a man
I’m a natural born lovers man
I’m a man
I’m a rollin’ stone
I’m a man
I’m a hoochie coochie man
[/QUOTE]
Substitute whatever you like for “watch the game” in my post. I don’t watch sports as a rule. My point is, when my wife says “we need to get ready for xxx”, I know that I’ve got at least a half hour to kill before she’ll be ready to go, probably longer. I’ve never been with a woman who was any different. Just getting out of the house to go shopping results in the same delays. It’s not like she’s a picky dresser or spends tons of time on makeup (lipstick is about it). She’s just a bathroom fusser, like most women I know.
I’d also add that men are less distracted by packaging and sales, so our shopping excursions are brief. Get what’s on the list, ignore everything else, go home. I guess this could fall into the realm of being more task oriented.
Yeah, this is horseshit. Some men have all the power, some have none.
The fact that 90% (or whatever) of CEOs are men doesn’t make you any more powerful or prone to success, any more than the fact that 90% of the people who are homeless or in jail or are men makes you prone to failure. The most successful people in the world – the kings and the millionaires – have almost always been men … but so have the biggest failures, the untold millions of poor bastards who were stampeded while on a buffalo hunt or killed in some war the asshole king started or stuck working in the millionaire’s coal mine until they coughed up a lung. But whereas douchebags will use the successes to tell you that you must have it easy in life because you have a penis, nobody’s gonna ever use the latter to conclude that you must have it rough.
Historically, 90% of girls will grow up to become mothers. On the other hand, only about half of all the men born in human history have managed to pass on their DNA; for every Soloman/Genghis Khan/Brigham Young/Adrian Peterson with 100 wives, there’s 99 shmoes up shit creek. Have a kid and be a decent father to him and you’ll have more of a legacy on this planet than most men were able to.
There are all kinds of things where the average man is “better” than the average woman: math, spatial reasoning, physical strength, more competitive, much more willing to accept risks, yadda yadda yadda. (And if you find yourself saying things like “but being more competitive is a bad thing,” you may really want to ask yourself some hard questions about what messages you’ve been choosing to listen to). I suspect, however, that what’s going to be more helpful to you is not thinking about what “men” are good at, but instead start thinking about what you are good at. The second is going to do a lot more good for you than the first.
You came in here looking for a hug and some positive vibes, and instead at least 50% of the posts in you thread are people reinforcing the messages that were making you down on yourself to begin with – endless variations on “it’s so much easier for men.” What’s your response to that going to be? Now, men, in general, are better at laughing off unwarranted criticism and not taking things personally/emotionally; or as **Monstro **says “men are better at: not giving a fuck.” The question is, though, are you?
I don’t have tons of experience either, but that sounds more like an issue of selfishness. There are women who are very selfish sexually and men who enjoy playing a more proactive role so I don’t really know if the behavior you list is gender specific.
However yeah, selfish sex still results in an orgasm for men but not for women.
Well, I developed a seriously not fucking around life-threatening pregnancy complication, so yeah, I can agree that your potential contribution to a baby is way, way easier.
My 12 week old son smiled at his father weeks before he smiled at me, even though I’ve worked out a part time schedule until I run out of FMLA to spend more time with him. Today he evidently laughed at him too. I suspect this is just the beginning of Dad being the fun buddy. (Not that my husband hasn’t done his share, mind you - just that I think maybe it’s the natural consequence of him seeing me more and Dad less.)