Archive for January 19th, 2006

Our Better Half: A Woman Who Loves Us

In a life full of lows, it was about the worst. I crawled into alcohol and drug recovery and was put in a hospital.

The only way I could contact anybody outside the institution was for a counselor to make the call and explain why any complaints I made were not rational.

One time my counselor put in a call for me to my ex-wife.

My ex-wife had seen me at my worst and my best. There was nothing awful about me that she had not said at one time or another, and she invented some biggies.

But what she could say to me and what someone else could say about me were two entirely different things. She still loved me, and you had bettter tread very carefully when talking about someone a woman cares about.

The counselor — female — was talking to my ex-wife and explaining that she respected my intelligence but I was being irrational. She then said, “Now, Bob may be the smartest person here, but…”

Her face went slack. She was talking to someone I knew very well, and I knew exactly what she had run into.

Something like this: Yes, Bob IS the smartest person there and I have seen in a state of collapse and he does NOT go to pieces and get irrational and …

When you are in no position to fight back a woman who loves you shows what “my better half” means.

As a man, one tries to LOOK good. No matter what the conditions, one is only allowed to defend onesself in a way that looks objective.

But the other half of you wants to say, “Look, I am flat on my backside now, but some of what I say makes sense.”

In an evolutionary sense, men must always appear to be in control. Everything they do has to be aimed at looking good, looking calm. Women do not pick males who panic on the strutting ground.

During the hundreds of millions of years we spent looking good on the strutting ground, women developed a different imperative. She does the choosing. And when she has chosen, she backs it up.

All the way.

When she has picked you, when she is taking your side or the side of your chicks, she has, in man’s terms, “no shame.”

That is because she has nothing to be ashamed OF.

What you were out there strutting for was to be chosen. Once she has chosen you, it is a very, very big deal indeed.

No, you are not as important to her as the offspring, but you are in the same league with them, and no one else is.

A female bird will without hesitation draw the fox off her chicks by acting like she has a broken wing. Men get medals for less.

If a man had to go through what women routinely go through at childbirth, you would have to gas them under at the outset.

Women who love don’t give a thought to how they look. They will do anything.

Which gives me good laugh when I hear men talk about how brave they’ve been, how tough they are, how ruthless they can be.

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Elizabeth

In my piece below on why a white male might not like women, I committed the ultimate blasphemy of our established religion, political correctness.

Women, even though they are the majority, are an officially designated and protected Minority Group in PC doctrine. Just as a Jew or a black can denounce whites when he is feeling frustrated with them, a woman is encouraged to say, “I hate men” when she is feeling frustrated.

A man who says he sometimes hates women or blacks or Jews or Australian Bushman is instantly and eternally condemned to the flames of Hitlerism.

Instead of giving me all the reservations she is supposed to be obsessed with, Elizabeth just said she agreed. A healthy-minded white man sometimes just doesn’t LIKE women. A healthy-minded white woman sometimes just doesn’t LIKE women.

But I like to think that only a Bob’s Blogger would say that without reservation.

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Mark

My entry below, “Peter Appeals to a Higher Court” was a humorous piece which included some bragging about my older sister, who is a thoroughly, Steel Magnolia type of sweet Southern lady.

Mark took it seriously and vowed to abandon me forever. He says:

‘This entry has made me quite ill and I’m not kidding in the least.
Bob, but I thought you wanted a real exchange of ideas, not the slobberings of a yes man who licks your boots and tells you you are god. This is my last entry in your blog which I’m sure will not bother you in the least but it will make my day. I’ll seek out those with balls enough to actuallly do something more than pontificate for the white race instead of sit out honey for class pet lap dogs. ”

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I STILL can’t understand what he is talking about, and I hope he, like Bob, can just admit he did something silly and go on.

Man is the only animal who laughs. He is also the only animal that knows he will die.

This is not a coincidence. Humor is survival. So real humor always hits at touchy areas, like the King’s Fool.

Humor hits very close to the bone, and I am not sure what nerve I touched in Mark. It was certainly not one htat was in my mind.

If Makr is the man I think he is, he will simply say he flew off the handle.

But if Mark has abandoned me forever, it is better thus.

I have warned you, from costly experience, that you should NEVER deal with anybody who uses the words “Lie” and “Liar” freely.

Let me warn you also never to deal with anyone who goes instantly from friend to foe because of one misstep.

That is why I get wary when someone quotes the Bible too much. he is likely one day to find some phrase in that million-word-long scripture which you have violated and declare you a False Prophet. It is only a matter of time.

I deal with loudly proclaiming Old Testament Christians in exactly the same way that I deal with Jews or other minority groups. At arm’s length.

I can work with Jews or blacks, but I always keep in mind that they can turn on me in an instant. They can be allies, but never comrades. The same is true of people who think they own The Book.

Any Book. The Bible is just one of them.

Hence Wordism.

Once I said somethig wrong and a female friend, not a girlfriend, said, “I used to like you but now I realize how bad you are.”

My reply was, “If your friendship is so easily lost, I would rather not be burdened with it.”

You should treat a person who can turn on you in one statement in exactly the same way you should deal with a grenade with the pin pulled. You have to dispose of it while keeping your thumb firmly down on the fuse.

Like a live grenade, the best place for a so-called “Friend” who will turn on you in one statement is in the camp of your enemies. He will blow up there and take some of THEM with him.

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