A debate rages on TikTok. The harbinger of all things trendy and important to our existence finds itself on the losing end of man versus woman. Women are listing the many reasons they do not need, want, or desire a man in their lives. Men are calling bullshit. And they’re mad.
One gal says a man is unnecessary once a woman hits a threshold of financial security. She notes that in a relationship a woman earns her keep–cleaning, cooking, child-rearing, and a paycheck. A guy provides a paycheck. If it’s large enough, he’s worth the hassle. Hence the reason women appear to care only about money. They know what the deal entails and want to make it worth their while. Just repeating the argument guys.
The girls take it a step further and say once they’ve been through a few guy friends, who wants to pick up someone’s underwear the rest of their lives, even for enough money to play tennis every day and travel to places with huts above the ocean? Throw in the snoring and the deal is off.
Men are enraged, as they can be when their importance is challenged. You’ll die alone, they hurl as a threat. No one finds you attractive–that’s why you’re single. You won’t have children. And the biggie. You need some D.
Women say: I have too many friends, and family, and richness in my life to die alone. You, sir, are the one afraid of having no one to take care of you while you die. The “you’re not pretty enough” thing just doesn’t fly anymore. Unlike you, I can have children with or without a partner. And, if I need D, I can get it anywhere, anytime. Generally, that’s not worth the hassle either. Yikes.
This girl sits squarely on the fence. I have great guys in my life. I loved the Norwegian beyond measure–still do. I wouldn’t trade the relationship, the children, or the experience for anything. That said, there are some fun things about creating your own life.
It wasn’t until my husband died that I learned to use a remote. I am not interested in sharing. When I sleep I am not awakened by a bear sawing wood next to me. I frequently have ice cream for dinner. I spend money however I want. Or don’t want. I never worry about the Big D. The lady is right. I’m a girl–if I want it, I can get it anywhere, anytime. But do I really wanna tell you how great you are after when…meh.
Perhaps we all need to step up our game. How about this? Guys, if you treat us with respect, listen without mansplaining, stop rating our worth on what we look like, learn to cook, row us around in a Carolina wetland, build us a house with your bare hands, and acknowledge it’s gonna be hard but you’ll carry your share, we promise to love you forever. But still have opinions of our own. Wait, that’s The Notebook. Yeah, do that.
