Oct
28
Wisdom for Women on Men, Marriage and Life
Filed Under Rants
Memorable and meaningful quote found on the Heartless Bitches web site:
“The Problem is: many terrific women have made themselves overqualified for the job of wife, because many men are looking for a woman with ‘receptionist-level wife skills’, not ‘CEO-level wife skills’.
Meaning: If a woman doesn’t hang on a man’s every word, is too independent, challenges his leadership, wants to create her own hours, demands emotional raises, then there won’t be as many openings for the kind of wife position she is seeking.
One of the big problems with marriages in the nineties: no room for two husbands.”
– Karen Salmansohn, (From “How to Succeed in Business without a Penis”)
Truly spoken - or rather, written. That goes well beyond just marriage, and can be applied to any number of interpersonal relationships across a broad spectrum of life experiences. What’s a comfort for me is that having been around the block a few times, and having lived long enough so that they were long blocks in many neighborhoods, I’ve come to the firm conclusion that the really great men out there are humble in spirit and profoundly gracious in their demeanor and dealings.
It’s the toads who get puffed up, arrogant and prideful with a falsely inflated sense of self importance when life is kind to them; and the outward manifestations of those inner attitudes reflect in sometimes obvious and sometimes obscurely subtle abusive behavior toward people whose eyes don’t reflect back upon them with the gratuitous adoration for them corresponding to their own that they crave - and sometimes even demand. The toads tend to eschew or discredit those refusing to co-sign that falsely inflated sense of self-adulation they seem to develop over time. The kicker is that there’s a truism in life that “like attracts like” and eventually they’ll be surrounded by a hall of mirrors of their own creation.
Toads are not great white whales roaming the vast seas, however. Toads are amphibious. slimy little creatures who dwell in the murky little ponds of their own soul. They just croak loudly.