Notes from Work

Notes from Work


Why is it that one of the worst things that you could ever label a man with is something about being a woman?

I believe that it is indeed something one should ponder on in a world that has seen the breaking of borders through and in technology and yet human relationships have never been muddled, distorted, twisted.

What is it about being a woman, about being feminine that most men find so bad about? Are men’s egos that fragile and weak that a hint of femininity is one sure way to have a few bruises, broken teeth or worse, a life wasted?

And don’t start me off with the stuff about men having a feminine side, which they say is a good thing to cultivate for this notion means (though not many have mentioned it) that women also have a masculine side (a virtue that most men, and even women don’t really find admirable, except in a few cases). I never thought that traits, human traits could be categorized as being solely belonging to the province of either men or women. Human traits. Keyword here is human, not men or women. I feel bad about the way so called having a “feminine” side has been used as if it was a bonus in a guy. That is just so much crap if you ask me.

Metrosexuals?! A great concept one should admit for the increase of sales in beauty products and other fashion related stuff. Image, that all it is anyway, and deep inside of us we know that image doesn’t make it cut. Not even barely.

What’s so bad about being a woman anyway that the male ego could not just take? Anyone and everyone loves a woman, and just rightly so. Other women love other women for their human traits, though if this ever goes to the question of acquiring a man, they becomes reasons for resentments. Lesbians do love women, for in the end they would want to settle down with one. Homosexuals love women too, for who are they trying to emulate anyway?

Men love women. Of course they do. Of course I do. But it is worth pondering too about how this love for women is expressed. More so to the point that this love leads to loving other women and what a great wreck it creates.

Working for the cause of women for the past two years is a work I love. Being the only guy in a women’s office is one reason for me to be proud, at the same time a big responsibility that I should never let go. One would not be wrong to say that perhaps I chose to work in this field out of personal guilt, as a way of trading of for my past sins for everyone close to me knows I have a lot of bad episodes of whose reruns and remakes I would not want to experience again. But seriously, call it what you want, but it’s not everyday that a man could do a work that needs to be done, of fighting not a fight that is only worth it because it is worth winning but because it is worth fighting. I have seen and hear and known a lot of men talk about getting jobs that would make a difference to the world at large and yet who end up only working to change their own private, personal an oftentimes selfish world.

Every man has his work cut for him, especially in working for the cause of our women. Not because it is cool, not because it is different. Not because it is a bonus for wooing women (believe me, chicks dig this. Oops, I think that word was not appropriate!) Everyone man has to do it, and do it for love.

Love you say?!

Yes, do it for love I say. Do it indirectly for the woman who deserves all the love you can give, the first woman in your life.

Your mother.

Or in my case, my four mothers, 14 adopted sisters, five (or what it seven?) serious girlfriends, one ex-wife, i-don’t-care-to-remember flings and one night stands and the one who loves me and for whose love I shall always live each day and night to be worthy of.

Because a real man loves a woman.

Not just in songs, or movies.

Not just in mere poetry.