Okay. So before anything else, I have to apologise. I fully meant to post something on the 6th, but things got a little out of hand because this was my birthday weekend, and so that’s why it’s now Tuesday when I’m posting this. Oh, and for those of you who are curious, it was quite the epic weekend to ring in a frightful 29 years.
So my first goal was going to be to mention D-Day. I’m sure you all saw plenty of tributes from TV or your Facebook news feed or whatever else. I’ll keep this one short and sweet. The men and women who were involved in World War 2 were (and are) ten times the man or woman you and I could ever hope to be. I’m not saying you’re a terrible person, just that they have seen more and done more. That some of the tales of heroism could never hope to be repeated without the same kind of circumstances.
Of course I had my own little moment of heroism just this past Sunday when a family of ducks needed to be relocated before they were run over by any of the hundreds of cars driving by. The poor mother had a broken leg though, and their future is still uncertain, but we did what we could and successfully moved the mum and her eight (very newly hatched) ducklings to a nearby small man-made lake (more of a pond, really). There was quite the sense of pride and accomplishment after the frantic scurry to prevent them from getting run over by cars. But that’s moving away from the real topic I wanted to discuss today, and I’ve done nothing but gloat over such a simple rescue, which kind of ain’t right.
So what am I talking about today, then? Double standards and hypocrisy. Primarily between men and women, but also just in general. For instance, I’ll bet you could remember at least one manager at work who’s yelled at you for doing something (let’s say being on Facebook) even though you’ll walk by a little later doing the exact same thing (using our earlier example, let’s say you see him laughing at some random post on Facebook). It’s infuriating, especially in certain cases where there’s nothing you can legally do about it, but you know it’s downright evil. But you might ask where’s the double standards between genders? Like you even have to…
The biggest ones have always centred around relationships. And it all begins with the initial search. I’m sure there are a few girls out there that defy this convention, but it seems to still remain the man’s “duty” to put forth the effort of wooing the girl, in order to gain that first date. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind putting in the effort. It’s nice to be able to do something special. But at the same time, I think it would be nice if even just once out of every ten times, I was the one having something special happen to me. But there are stigmas and expectations still lingering about, and most girls either don’t want to, don’t think they’ll have to or else are too afraid to put that effort in. At least in my experience. Maybe there just haven’t really been any girls attracted to me? In which case I have a million other questions, but I prefer to think that’s an unlikely scenario, and so we’ll skip it for now. What do I blame this stigma on? Well, actually, fairy tales. We’re all read them as children, and they come from a time when that was exactly the sort of thing that happened. It was the social norm for the man to be the one who woos, and the woman to just sit around and wait for it to happen. But as the social conventions changed and women gained equal rights, our fairy tales (and plenty of other things) did not change with them. Cinderella still waits for the prince to bring the shoe to her, Snow White still waits for “true love’s kiss” to awaken from her cursed sleep. Thankfully, newer stories (which I suppose we can call fairy tales for the sake of argument) have begun to incorporate more self-assured women, and with that comes what I believe is a more accurate portrayal of men: bumbling, good-hearted guys who really haven’t got a clue what’s going on, but are desperately trying to do right and win the girl at the same time. But these sorts of tales have yet to really have an impact yet, for two reasons. Firstly, they haven’t been around long enough. A generation that would really be affected by it hasn’t matured enough to really make use of it. But secondly, because we’re still flooding our children with the old tales on the basis that they’re classics. And I can’t disagree with them. They’re really quite wonderful tales sometimes, and well worth telling. But perhaps if we had a modernized version. Like Disney’s “Tangled” as a representation of Rapunzel. It’s still somewhat the same tale, but it’s been given a lift here, a little more magic there, and it actually became quite an impressive tale. And even though there’s still a bit of the same old stigma, it’s much less noticable. The female lead plays an important role throughout the tale, rather than just basically being a prop.
But there’s so much more. Women are still not assumed to have the same physical capabilities as men in even in a workplace environment. And while I’ll admit that the biology does (sort of) support that assumption, I can tell you first-hand that there are girls who not only are stronger than some men, but also far more energetic and productive. We should be treating things on an individual basis, but as usual we’re just making a blanket statement that women are incapable of some of the more physical tasks. And as much as I hate to say it, some women are encouraging that belief. I personally have heard some girls say how they fully intend to take advantage of the fact their managers don’t expect them to be able to work as hard as the men, and they let themselves be lazy.
I could go on I’m sure, but I think you have an idea of what I’m saying, and even if you don’t, then just pay more attention to some of the scenarios where men are compared to women, and you’ll see that the women are almost always assumed to be weaker, less capable, or otherwise not responsible for specific tasks or duties. Why am I concerned? Well partly because I do believe women are amazing and fully capable of being every bit the equal of (and in some cases far superior to) a man. And also partly because it’s sometimes tiresome to always have to be the strong one, and I wouldn’t mind having the opportunity to relax and let things come to me from time to time.
Yes, that’s right, I want to be lazy too, damnit.