Because, really, what else am I going to dream? Am I going to dream something that isn't a dream? Granted, there are nightmares, but those are still dreams...they are just bad dreams....But that is neither here nor there...well it might be there...but again, not where I'm going so we'll move on.
I had a princess dream. Now, one would assume that someone as bitter and jaded as I am would stop having these silly and juvenile dreams, but I had this dream. I can take a step back, I can remove my self from the equation, remove my childhood and my socialization history and say that Princess Dreams are ridiculous, not worth the time you spend dreaming them! They are the antithesis of reality. What I mean to say is that in most girls' realities there will be no prince in shiny armor who will slay dragons simply to impress you, there is no dashing hero who will sweep you off your feet, do anything to keep you from crying or feeling one single negative emotion-ever. This man DOES.NOT.EXIST.
Please feel free to take a moment, if you have not already done so in your life, to cry, become extremely angry with your parents for lying to you...etc. I'm sorry for slapping you in the face with this shitty little thing called reality. I don't like it either.
I can say that this specific man does not exist, I fully believe he does not exist. He is a myth formed to keep little girls proper and demure: perfect little kitchen inhabiting-house wife material. But I could say this all day. It doesn't change the fact that I was raised to believe in 'true love' (a term that I have since learned to loathe) and fairy-tales, and men being men and worshiping women just because he's suppose to. This is crap. This is that Santa debacle all over again with our parents. Little boys are not raised to be men like that anymore. Little boys are coddled and become large, emotionally unstable, dismissive, confused, lost men who don't know the very definition of their gender anymore, because they don't want to know the definition anymore. Traditional gender values have been tossed aside.
Men don't want to be "Men" anymore, they want the title and the perks with out the responsibility. They want to bitch about women in the work place and make catty comments about how a woman's place is in the home (read: kitchen) raising the kids, but he doesn't want to buckle down and get a job that he might not absolutely adore just because he has to take care of his family. He wants a fun job that may or may not pay the bills. He doesn't want all the responsibility. He wants all the fun. He wants to work a few hours then come home and veg out watching TV or playing some new shoot-em-up video game while his wife has worked the same hours, then come home to tend their children, make dinner, clean the house, and comfort her, emotionally 8 years old, husband.
Now, I'll admit, I am criticizing men. But really, I am criticizing the social idea of what being a man is. This ludicrous notion that we implant into the social psyche but have ceased to further by any sense of requirement. Women are still expected to be mothers and caregivers, we are still required to be soft and demure, delicate and feminine, but men are no longer expected to be bread winners, they are no longer expected to be Mr. Fix-it around the house or lavish their wife (girl-friend, fiancee...whatever) with any kind of adoration, and they are still not expected to be doting fathers. Now, we give them a leash, but are still restrained ourselves.
I call bullshit on the entire thought. Here I am, struggling with the concept that children might not be in my future because most men don't have jobs that pay the bills, and I need more schooling to get that job, Logically I can't have kids until after that job is safely mine, and I'm established there...and all of that comes after school. Men don't understand (no matter how often we try to explain to their poor little "we can't empathize" brains) that women have a very distinct expiration date as far as children are concerned. Men can go on, into their sixties, seventies, and later and still father children...women, are not so lucky. But if we should ever mandate marriage, hell, even bring up the subject, we are scorned. If we try to discuss options with the man who wants to play rock-star until he's forty, we are chastised...we simply cannot win.
I say, "Women, let them go." I know, a bit harsh, right? But seriously. If women just banned together, stopped dealing with the bullshit that is man, and team together, commune to raise kids I fully believe we could do it alone (Artificial Insemination...can I get an amen?)
But, then again. Who would do all the heavy lifting?
**This is just a rant about society. I realize it is a bit harsh, and I promise you'll live.**
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