Why is everyone screaming for equal rights? I don’t want equal rights.
I don’t believe any woman is looking for equal rights.
I believe they’re looking for equal expectations.
At least, that’s what I’ve been looking for my whole life.
For example, why is it the woman is expected to enroll the children?
The man doesn’t even think to ask what do you want me to enroll the kids?
Nobody expects the man to cook, but I have yet to meet a man that doesn’t ask a woman what she’s cooking for dinner!
If they both work all day, why is she expected to take care of the kids and cook and clean? Why does he get to take a nap in the chair?
Why is it that he takes the kids to the store, he gets complimented on his parenting, but when she takes the kids to the store, she gets scolded for not having better control of them?
When a man gets a woman pregnant, he is congratulated and celebrated. The woman is scolded and criticized. He gets complimented, she gets called names. He becomes more popular, she gets ostracized.
I’ve seen it time and time again, men are chased out of the house while growing up instead of helping with the house. Parents are failing their male children by doing this. How will this child mature and take care of himself when he is an adult? Either they can’t or pretend they can’t cook, do dishes, wash clothes, nothing.
I wonder how these people survive. Then, I see the stressed out mother doing all of these things for her grown son, while her husband complains about her still acting like she’s raising him.
Of course, I pity these males. They are not able to care for themselves, congratulated for spreading sexually transmitted diseases, and everyone makes excuses for them as if they were a child in need of protection.
These men can’t figure out why they can’t find a good woman.
A Not So Subtle Hint
If you want to find a good partner, you have to BE a good partner.
Until Next Time
Here’s the part I always dread. There are two reasons for this.,
- I have to ask you to holla at me in the comments below. This encourages me to continue writing this kind of subject.
- It always feels like a goodbye. I’m not good at goodbyes, so…
Until next time…