Women will tell you that they are complicated. Men will also tell you that women are complicated, which frustrates and annoys them most of the time. Below are some points from a recent article I read on the subject, written by a woman who did not sign her name, or I would gladly give her credit. Also mixed in are some thoughts from my own experience and from talking to women.
Before I go any further, let me say I love women, and this blog is in no way intended to offend anyone, female or male.
Now to get to it. First of all, men and women are different. No surprise there. Right? But in what ways, other than the obvious physical differences, are we so different? Our minds are different in several ways. Certain areas of a woman's brain is more dense, while other areas of a man's brain are more dense than women's. Okay, I hear you ladies. You're all saying, "We know men are dense!" But for now, let's dispense with the stereotypical put-downs, okay?
So...a woman's brain is wired and organized to better handle multitasking and instinct, where a man's brain is wired more toward performing specific tasks. In other words, guys, "We git 'er done!" Men focus on the task at hand until it's accomplished, and get annoyed if we are distracted or asked to split our attention.
Wife: "Honey, would you watch the bread in the oven, listen for the phone and give the casserole dish back to Linda next door when she comes to get it? I'll be back as soon as I pick Judy up from cheerleading practice.
Husband (muttering under his breath): "I'm never going to get this lawnmower cleaned up and ready for Spring if she keeps adding things to me! I don't have time for all that stuff!"
The fact is, she does "all that stuff" all the time, every day and doesn't think much of it, with the exception of a few times she feels overwhelmed. When that happens, she usually blows up at the guy about not helping out enough, takes a headache pill and lies down, daring anyone to talk to her for a while.
Here are some things that contribute to a woman being "complicated." Ladies, let me know if you agree or disagree. Guys, you can either finish reading this or go back to the task you were involved in.
1. Woman go through a lot of biological things that men don't have to deal with. I won't go into detail here. We all know some of the things I'm talking about. If men had to deal with all these changes, we'd be pretty complicated too. We'd probably kill someone.
2. Women are emotional creatures, and think with their hearts, feelings, and emotional reactions more than with cold reasoning. Frankly, these are good tools for women. They add up to a highly defined instinct that tells them when something is amiss, without stopping to reason what the problem is. Emotional reaction has a much quicker response time than reasoning, often, and it allows women to make snap decisions that can save them and their families from chaos. Then again, these emotional reactions can cause chaos at times, too. It's a trade-off - a downside to the benefits.
3. Women multitask better, and they need to. They are forever juggling responsibilities to family and profession. They have to be many places at once in their minds to get it all done effectively. They are wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, taxi driver, delivery service, volunteer, organizer...and the list goes on. It never stops. Men often wonder why women worry about all those "little details," but let them drop the ball on one or two, and we men are asking, "Why didn't this get done?"
4. Little things do mean a lot to women. Things men rarely give any thought to are very important to women. Men don't have to worry about the "little things" because women do. That's the balance. Yet men just say "Women are too complicated."
5. Women have a hard time letting go of the past. Yeah, some men do too, with something major, but women live half in the past and half in the present, comparing then to now, etc. The past never leaves, especially if a woman's been done wrong. "That won't happen again!"
6. Women compare. They compare themselves to others, their families to other families, their habits to those of others, etc. They can be a bit judgmental, too, because of all the comparing. But they criticize themselves more than anyone else.
7. Women expect a lot. They do a lot, accomplish a lot, and they expect the same from those around them, especially the one with which they are in a relationship.
8. There is no right answer. If they ask a question, especially of a man, they don't really want an answer. They want attention, caring, and a sounding board. If they ask you a question, men, just wait a few seconds and they'll probably answer it themselves before you get a chance to say anything. "Does this make me look fat?" pause...pause... "I'm going to wear something else!"
Man: "Whew!"
And if they have a problem, emotional or otherwise, they don't ever seem to want a man to solve it for them. That makes women seem very complicated, but in fact, they already know the solution. They are working through their feelings about it, and just want you to listen...and care.
All these things put together can make a women seem very complicated to a man, and even to other women sometimes. There is one thing that ties it all together, though - one concept that will perhaps make women seem a bit less complicated. They deal with every part of their lives with their emotions and instincts. They are passionate about everything they do. Where men are wired and trained to suppress emotion and think. reasoning things out, getting down to the bare minimum needed to get a job done with little fanfare, women use their emotions to guide them, as well as enjoy their very complicated lives. Women are "complicated" because they have to be. Men are less "complicated" because it best suits what they are wired for.
So let's stop talking about "equality" and simply enjoy ourselves for what we are. Yes, we ARE equal...but different. Let's keep it that way.
Okay, ladies. Here is where you get the chance to tell me I'm right on, or full of crap - one of the two. Facebook me your thoughts!
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
Albert Einstein: Why NOT Socialism?
Albert Einstein |
In 1949, Einstein penned a letter to the Monthly Review for its first issue, titled, "Why Socialism?" In it, he outlined the problems of "Capitalism as it exists today." He concluded that the only solution to the "evil" of Capitalism is the establishment of a Socialist economy. Here is a quote from that letter:
"I am convinced there is only one way to eliminate these
grave evils, namely through the establishment of a socialist economy,
accompanied by an educational system which would be oriented toward social
goals. In such an economy, the means of production are owned by society itself
and are utilized in a planned fashion. A planned economy, which adjusts
production to the needs of the community, would distribute the work to be done
among all those able to work and would guarantee a livelihood to every man,
woman, and child. The education of the individual, in addition to promoting his
own innate abilities, would attempt to develop in him a sense of responsibility
for his fellow men in place of the glorification of power and success in our
present society."
"Nevertheless, it is necessary to remember that a planned
economy is not yet socialism. A planned economy as such may be accompanied by
the complete enslavement of the individual. The achievement of socialism
requires the solution of some extremely difficult socio-political problems: how
is it possible, in view of the far-reaching centralization of political and
economic power, to prevent bureaucracy from becoming all-powerful and
overweening? How can the rights of the individual be protected and therewith a
democratic counterweight to the power of bureaucracy be assured?"
How, indeed? In Einstein's magnificent brain, he realized that there were problems, perhaps insurmountable problems, with Socialism. His concerns have proven well-founded in civilization after civilization. You won't hear this paragraph quoted by Liberals, Progressives, or the left-leaning media personalities. This, in actuality, is Einstein's conclusion to the entire matter, which is a warning.
In summation to his entire letter, according to Einstein, Capitalism is the evil that destroys individualism and causes poverty, joblessness, fear, and inequality. He believed Socialism was the solution to the problems of society. Then he concludes the letter with a warning and a question. In my words, this letter poses a dilemma - a paradox which is not solved by Einstein. If man is "enslaved" by Capitalism, is the answer to enslave him by a Socialist government? I don't think so.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Smells like...
Memories are tied to smells. The smell of fresh baked yeast bread takes me back to Sunday dinners back home in my childhood. A favorite combination of smells and memories for me goes like this.
It's a misty Summer morning, early. The sun had not climbed over the hills yet. I stand inside an old tobacco barn on my grandparents' farm. The dew on the grass smells fresh and clean. The damp earth under my feet smells a little of axle grease from the old International Harvester Farm-all Cub tractor, and a little like manure from the livestock. With the sunrise, beginning to warm everything, come the aromas of the musty barn wood, the apple tree right outside hanging low with a variety of yellow apple, a slight cider smell from the fallen fruit that's beginning to rot, being partly hollowed out by yellow-jackets, and the grass changes from that dewy-fresh smell to a warmer, dryer odor that beckons me to go lie down and take a nap in it. But it's almost breakfast. I hurry back to the house where my grandmother has been up for hours. Coffee! It perks in the old stove-top percolator pot sending a heavenly scent into the air. Bacon, eggs, fried potatoes, fresh baking powder biscuits in the oven, and a newly opened jar of molasses join the chorus of smells. Soap is next, in the water in the hand-wash pan on the back porch, then on my hands as I partially dry them and find my chair at the table.
Soon there will be a bouquet of flower scents as my grandmother strolls out after breakfast to tend her many, many brightly colored blooming plants. There are sunflowers standing tall, geraniums, chrysanthemums, roses of all colors and types, a snowball bush, lilacs, and one of her favorite, creeping phlox. Then we traipse up to the strawberry patch to gather the last of the ripe berries. That's a delicious olfactory sensation! I eat a few as we pick, and grandma puts the rest in the fold in her apron, where she carries everything.
Early Summer mornings on the farm - I can go back there from time to time, with just a few simple smells to take me.
It's a misty Summer morning, early. The sun had not climbed over the hills yet. I stand inside an old tobacco barn on my grandparents' farm. The dew on the grass smells fresh and clean. The damp earth under my feet smells a little of axle grease from the old International Harvester Farm-all Cub tractor, and a little like manure from the livestock. With the sunrise, beginning to warm everything, come the aromas of the musty barn wood, the apple tree right outside hanging low with a variety of yellow apple, a slight cider smell from the fallen fruit that's beginning to rot, being partly hollowed out by yellow-jackets, and the grass changes from that dewy-fresh smell to a warmer, dryer odor that beckons me to go lie down and take a nap in it. But it's almost breakfast. I hurry back to the house where my grandmother has been up for hours. Coffee! It perks in the old stove-top percolator pot sending a heavenly scent into the air. Bacon, eggs, fried potatoes, fresh baking powder biscuits in the oven, and a newly opened jar of molasses join the chorus of smells. Soap is next, in the water in the hand-wash pan on the back porch, then on my hands as I partially dry them and find my chair at the table.
Soon there will be a bouquet of flower scents as my grandmother strolls out after breakfast to tend her many, many brightly colored blooming plants. There are sunflowers standing tall, geraniums, chrysanthemums, roses of all colors and types, a snowball bush, lilacs, and one of her favorite, creeping phlox. Then we traipse up to the strawberry patch to gather the last of the ripe berries. That's a delicious olfactory sensation! I eat a few as we pick, and grandma puts the rest in the fold in her apron, where she carries everything.
Early Summer mornings on the farm - I can go back there from time to time, with just a few simple smells to take me.
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