I may be old-fashioned, but I like real men.Ā Iām the wife of a man whoās glad to be a man. Iām the product of a family led by strong men whoād never imagine having their fingernails painted, not even by the little girl they adored.Ā Iām the offspring of men who provided for their families, who listened to the problems of a wife and children, and then tried to solve them, not run from them. Iām the child, grandchild, great grandchild, great-great grandchild, and on and on, of men who served their country with courage, bravery, and the spilling of their blood.Ā Ā Today, I ask, āWhere are men like these? ā
I think many in our feminine society have emasculated them. I think many of our young boys are in danger of the same. To me, a man is a man. A woman is a woman. They are not alike, except that both are children of God. We need strong men, strong fathers. We need strong women and mothers. We do not need a world in which one cannot be differentiated from the other.
Again, I may be old-fashioned, but I donāt think itās in the nature of a woman to desire a womanly man. Or in the nature of a man to desire a manly woman. That is a bill of goods sold to us–and to our children when theyāre too young to decipher it–through advertising, movies, TV, and politics. And itās a dangerous bill of goods because itās confusing to a child. So, I say, āQuit messing with their minds!ā Itās no wonder we have so many children on prescribed drugs, or any sort of drug that promises them a false clarity.
Itās evident that society needs to relax. Not everything needs changing. More important, not everything CAN be changed.Ā Some things are as they are. To paraphrase Shakespeare: A rose by any other name is still a rose.