On The Sitcom Couch
I’m still untangling my thoughts on this because I’m realising Ross represents male vulnerability on F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
I’m still untangling my thoughts on this because I’m realising Ross represents male vulnerability on F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
I read a really lovely book, featuring a club of men in traditionally macho professions (sports jocks, nightclub owners) getting together to learn about women and relationships by reading romance novels. The premise tickled me and its chicklit style carried me through well. Most of all, I found myself feeling…
After I asked women to share instances when men apologized to them, I realised something stood in the way of men and the word SORRY. I want to believe men are as rational & feeling as women and can see the damage done by not taking responsibility for their actions….
I asked women to tell me about when a man apologised to them. A genuine, responsible, heartfelt sorry.
We glorify the dude with the dark past. The slightest chink in the brick wall facade that he calls a personality, is celebrated. But does he deserve us?
I thought about my claim that my feminism eats these guys on toast then realised it was time to diversify my feminist palate.
I’ve soldiered on in feminism alone. Last night, I saw a community police itself. And it let me go back to being a person, not a soldier for an evening.
The Novelty Girl. The Character In Someone Else’s Coming of Age Story. The Manic Pixie Dream Girl. The Guilty Pleasure. The Bucket-list Woman. Names I’ve been called.
So he got bored and decided to create two of himself? And that turned out to be another struggle?
I’ve noticed a new kind of man. He opens with transformation stories of how he was XYZ and uses that to excuse his lack of effort. I call BS on these guys.