• Man Rant

    So, my girl just liked this Facebook meme; caught a glimpse of it just as I was scrolling through my news feed. I have to assume that the following is in some way directed at me:


    If there’s one thing that life has taught me, is that we can’t win this one.  (And yes, I’m addressing just the men in the audience.)  We’re not going to find a happy medium here, fellows, the coin lands one of two ways:

    We’re either meek, unassertive, indecisive pushovers who yield to our better half at every decision-making opportunity.  That, or we’re authoritative, imperious control nuts; ours is the only decision that bares any value, and to collaborate on something is an admission of weakness to be avoided at all cost.

    It doesn’t take much effort to dig up memes that express the exact opposite sentiment; women who’d love for their men to acknowledge what they want to do for once, take some interest in the places that they want to visit, consider the venues they’d like to shop or dine at, and be made to feel like their input matters.

    The bottom line here is that whichever side of the coin you find yourself on right now, you’ll quickly find that you’re just as wrong for personifying the opposite role as you are for pursuing the present course.

    (Sorry, no “expert tip” conclusion here, guys… just one man’s observation.)

  • You’re unimportant, get over it.

    It feels like ages since I’ve last blogged, but there’s something that I’ve been seeing plastered all over the web that’s been pissing me off, and it’s this:

    Priority Quote

    A narcissistic mantra if I’ve ever heard one.  Even in the spirit of self-interest, how much sense does it make to allow someone else’s appraisal of your relevance in their life to be the basis of whether or not they should be the focus of yours?

    Ever been to a job interview?  I’m sorry to say but as a mere applicant, all you are, my friend, is an option.  But if you feel that this is cause enough to prioritize employment beneath things that do a better job at nourishing your ego, I bid you best of luck; you’ll need it.

    Ever examine the model of a thriving enterprise?  Its focus is on the customer… you know, the guy with the option to take his business elsewhere; to him you are very much an option.  I could keep going.

    We’ve become a community of egocentric little bitches who have to be loved and adored, otherwise we simply can’t be bothered to face the day.  Hasn’t anybody told you?  Life’s a bitch.  How low is that on your list of priorities?