Politics Real Men Don’t Make Lasagna
Well, this is depressing.
Some guy named Nirpal Dhaliwal argues at great length in today’s Daily Mail that women should embrace our sexual and reproductive servitude and stop “browbeating” men into listening to our hormonal prattling.
I couldn’t make this shit up:
Back in the Nineties, emboldened by the successes of feminism, women sought to slay the dragon of patriarchy by turning men into ridiculous cissies who would cry with them through chick-flicks and then cook up a decent lasagne.
Men cooking for women? Horrors!
Rather than partnership, professional women tend to seek dominance in a relationship. They map their lives out early on and pursue their dream of ‘having it all’ with cold-blooded ruthlessness.
Young women have a crystal-clear agenda: they want the career, the wardrobe, the smartly furnished house, the 4x4 and the cute kids they’ll ferry in it to expensive schools. No man is going to get in their way; and the men they choose for themselves are pliant and feeble enough to facilitate that programme.
But having ticked off the various items on their life checklist, women are left with a nagging sense of dissatisfaction. Where was the drama? Where was the passion? Where was the stimulation and growth?
Where was the sexual abuse? The cheating? The financial dependence?
It was all forsaken for an anodyne, materialistic shopping spree that is a Good Thing. ultimately a poor substitute for a real life. These women consider themselves to be alpha-females, but they are nothing but a pathetic sham.
Deep down, women love men who stand up to them, who won’t be pushed around. They love men who will look them in the eye and tell them to shut up when their hormonal bickering has become too much.
Yeah, I hate it when my hormones make me complain about having to do all the cooking, cleaning, and child-rearing with no assistance or emotional support. What I need is a real man who’ll stand up to me and shut me up!
I’m always telling my wife, the writer Liz Jones, to shut up. She gets into a prissy huff about it, but I know she respects me for not indulging her neuroticism. Long ago, I realised it is unhealthy for a man to embroil himself in arguments with women.
While men want an argument to make sense and have a rational conclusion, women solely want the argument itself: it’s a pressure valve for their emotions, and once they get started there is no stopping them.
Except by smacking them down and making them feel stupid and worthless for talking about their emotions, of course.
Real men don’t pretend or even try to understand women. They simply love them for being the mysterious, capricious creatures that they are. And they don’t take them too seriously, either. They know the vicissitudes of the female mind, its constant insecurities and the fluctuations in mood.
Unlike the steady, unfluctuating male mind, of course, which never produces a single thought that doesn’t “make sense and have a rational conclusion.”
Sometimes my wife bemoans my detachment and laissez-faire attitude to our marriage and wishes I were more wrapped up in her. I tell her she would soon get bored of it, because men who put women on a pedestal can’t make love to them in the way that women want.
A man who is too in awe of his woman isn’t going to tear her blouse open and ravish her on the couch; he isn’t going to pull her hair and whisper profanities in her ear. Whenever my marriage is at a crisis point, and my wife’s ego and mine are jostling for a position of supremacy, we inevitably have strenuous, battling sex.
And if women don’t want to give up that “position of supremacy,” if they aren’t willing to be submissive, sexually and otherwise, real men will just “walk out on” them. But fortunately, all women are naturally submissive, because
the female orgasm is the natural mechanism by which men assert dominion over women: a man who appreciates this can negotiate whatever difficulties arise in his relationships with them.
Good thing women haven’t figured out how to give themselves orgasms, because then how in the world would “men assert dominion over” them?
Here’s the kicker:
Last Christmas, my wife threw me out after discovering I’d been cheating on her. On the night we got back together, I made strong, passionate love to her. Unfaithful as I’d been, I was not going to let her have me over a barrel for the rest of our marriage. I needed to keep a sense of self and not allow her to mire me in guilt and a desperate quest of forgiveness.
I needed to let her know what she would be missing if we broke up for ever. I gave her a manful bravura performance that night, and at the height of her passion, I asked her: ‘Who’s the boss?’
The question threw her. Initially she wouldn’t give me a reply, but I enticed it from her. ‘You are,’ she finally gasped. ‘You are!’
Entice, threaten, frighten into submission… tomato, tomahto.
It’s worth reading the full article, if only to see the photo of Dhaliwal’s wife staring doe-eyed (and a little frightened?) into her “real man“‘s eyes.