This is something I hate about the post-2000 years.
Genuine niceness seems to have been obliterated from the collective hivemind of society.
If a man tries to be nice to a woman, he’s either coming on to her down the line or he’s gay.
The former has been used so many times by pickup artists who think with the wrong head that it’s impossible now for someone to be truly nice.
The latter is becoming such a commonplace concept that I feel the concept of being caring and sensitive is being gradually erased from society.
Being a parent is a proper definition of masculinity. Not a 60s muscle car or a Harley, not a rack of custom-tailored Armanis, not a yacht and brownstone – being a parent.
Being mature enough to raise a child is a definition of being a man. Being wise enough and devoted enough to put nurturing your child as foremost to you – and that includes banking enough for higher education into a fund you’ll ensure you never touch – is what being a man is about, not all the oversized toys.
Single parents have it hard enough, especially if they’re heterosexual men. (I think everyone here is overfamiliar with the difficulties of single moms, but not enough with single dads.)
Which is why I’m writing a book on how a divorced dad from Minnesota and a never-married adoptive mom of two from Punjab found something special, even if the all-time-low exchange rate between India and the U.S. has forced them to temporarily part because he can’t make child support on her side of the world. (It doesn’t help that Indians are phobic about therapy.)
I write because otherwise, things like the concept of worth, labor, and respect for work would be forgotten. It’s also why I’m a professional scholar. (The things I do to earn a Ph.D…)
If nobody gets what I’m trying to say, watch the stage version of “Superior Donuts” and then it might make sense. (The small-screen version loses a few things in translation.)
This is something I hate about the post-2000 years.
Genuine niceness seems to have been obliterated from the collective hivemind of society.
If a man tries to be nice to a woman, he’s either coming on to her down the line or he’s gay.
The former has been used so many times by pickup artists who think with the wrong head that it’s impossible now for someone to be truly nice.
The latter is becoming such a commonplace concept that I feel the concept of being caring and sensitive is being gradually erased from society.
Being a parent is a proper definition of masculinity. Not a 60s muscle car or a Harley, not a rack of custom-tailored Armanis, not a yacht and brownstone – being a parent.
Being mature enough to raise a child is a definition of being a man. Being wise enough and devoted enough to put nurturing your child as foremost to you – and that includes banking enough for higher education into a fund you’ll ensure you never touch – is what being a man is about, not all the oversized toys.
Single parents have it hard enough, especially if they’re heterosexual men. (I think everyone here is overfamiliar with the difficulties of single moms, but not enough with single dads.)
Which is why I’m writing a book on how a divorced dad from Minnesota and a never-married adoptive mom of two from Punjab found something special, even if the all-time-low exchange rate between India and the U.S. has forced them to temporarily part because he can’t make child support on her side of the world. (It doesn’t help that Indians are phobic about therapy.)
I write because otherwise, things like the concept of worth, labor, and respect for work would be forgotten. It’s also why I’m a professional scholar. (The things I do to earn a Ph.D…)
If nobody gets what I’m trying to say, watch the stage version of “Superior Donuts” and then it might make sense. (The small-screen version loses a few things in translation.)