Wednesday, October 10, 2007

It's humanity, not mankind

I'm generally quite scornful of the opposite gender. Sometimes it's just because I find it fun, sometimes because I feel I have reason to. For example, take the habit men have of beating each other up to solve problems. It's so brutal; so completely devoid of rationality and dignity....so PRIMITIVE! And it's not like they can't be conniving. Then the fact that they make fun of us women when we try to diet or fuss about our clothes, but don't want to pay us attention unless we're attractive. Then their obssession with porn. Their habit of generalising. Their swollen heads.

Am I a feminist? I think I am. After all, for generations, women due to their physical weakness have fallen prey to the rules set down by men. Insecure men, who cling to their self-created exalted position in socity. We're as powerful as we believe ourselves to be. But having said that... we need men. We need men because they're as much a part of life as we are, and there'll be a definite void if they aren't present. The greater variety we have in our interaction with people, the more points of view we come across, and the richer we are in terms of experience and depth. But ultimately...when I see Hugh Grant's lop-sided smile, or hear Jim Morrison's deep, powerful tones echoing round my room, or look into Ted Hughe's dark, brooding eyes, I go all woozy and stop trying to judge them.
Other men I like/d are/were Richard Gere and Sydney Carton( of a Tale of Two Cities.)

Now let's have a look at those names.
Hugh Grant- cute, funny, charming, what is called in somewhat old-fashioned terms-"foppish."
Jim Morrison-he just exudes raw manliness and sensuality, on stage he seems to burn with a certain fire.
Ted Hughes-His poems are dark, disturbing, with a cruelly honest perception of life. He's also known for his turbulent relationships.
Richard Gere-Dashing and intellectual, he's got the class and flavour of vintage wine
Sydney Carton-A mysterious, aloof, reckless character, witty in a rather caustic way. Does his sacrificing nature raise him in my esteem? Yes it does. Do the bad luck and fighting spirit of a tragic hero make me want to take him under my wing? Yes.

There isn't much of a pattern here really. But I've come to a conclusion. I have no stereotypes as to what attracts me in a guy. As long as I see something appealing in his demeanor and personality it's alright. But to be with someone forever, he must have intellect, passion and conviction in his thoughts. A certain self-belief, yet NOT without sensitivity. Charisma definitely helps. The remaining frills are always secondary to the aforesaid criteria. 


Now here's what makes things a little complex. He MUST respect me, and I think, be a little similar to me. It's childish and weak, but when I read a poem or listen to a songI'm overwhelmed by, share it with someone only to see their forced smile and hear an "it's nice I guess"; I feel like sititng down and crying like a baby. I feel so strongly about my thoughts that I long to share them with someone and have them understood, appreciated, valued, agreed with. I guess it's childish and weak. Only when a man has that, I think, will there be that special "connection".

2 beep/s:

Anchal...closeview said...

dats never happening,is it dear ?

Ash said...

I feel exactly the same :D

Guess am one of the "difficult" women :P