‘Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods? Where’s the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds?’
Sitting at his computer looking at photos of his mate’s weekend debauchery on facebook whilst IMing another friend about where to go for this week’s boy’s night out. That’s where he is. As if there really is that much difference between the food at The Grand (Joburg not Cape Town) and the buffet at the nearest Teasers stripclub. Modern technology has made men lazy.
With the advent of facebook, twitter, flickr and the like, where is the effort? Have we devolved so much that a facebook event invitation is how you ask someone out? What happened to the personal touch?
Social networking and cellular telephones have taken all the fear and angst out of courtship. The fear of phoning the home line and having to deal with the father (or even worse the husband) has long since past. You don’t have to justify your virtues as a potential mate to the family patriarch or spend months romancing the lady in the company of the court. In modern society, most of the time you have the audacity to tell us to meet you out.
Now, as a point of clarity, you can rest assured that we are not asking for much. We don’t need a man to defend our honour (after all, that’s why God invented Boxercise) and we don’t need a man to perennially pick up the tab for all our dinner dates as well as our living expenses. But yes, opening the car door would be a nice touch. Sadly, I think we’ve all had so many shockingly bad experiences that our expectations have been adjusted accordingly. WHY?
If anything, I have accomplished more, worked harder and have held myself to a higher set of standards than past generations. So why should I suddenly be satisfied with a mere suggestion of the man that YOU can be?
Wake up men!
‘I’m holding out for a hero, it’s gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet.’
Fine, maybe not Superman per se, but at the very least you can make the effort to open your car door, get out of said car and walk the ten steps to ring our doorbell instead of texting us that you are outside. You can look us in the eye when you talk to us and actually listen when we talk back. You’ll be surprised what you can learn from concentrating on the conversation instead of the cleavage. Also, putting your hand on the small of our back as you pull out the chair for us never slowed down the process of getting us between the sheets either.
Just a thought…
