Guess who's back...

After a couple of months of rest, relaxation and recuperation the Demystifying Divas and Men's Club are back in action. It really is stressful being this damned good looking and intelligent, but hey somebody’s got to do it so it may as well be us. The topic this week: If men to show their emotions are they real men? Do women really want the strong silent type?

The answer to the question "If men to show their emotions are they real men?" is yes; however the outward our displays of emotion are just a bit different than what women are expecting.

It's really a matter of how the two sexes define the expression of emotions. There's the uberfeminine display of emotion, which involves the verbalization of your feelings, crying, watching beaches repeatedly and eventually consuming a gallon of Häagen-Dazs Chocolate Chocolate-Chip Ice Cream. There's the ubermasculine display of emotion, which often involves reaching ones breaking point, climbing a bell-tower and reciting lines from Full Metal Jacket. Somewhere in the middle is what we deem acceptable practice.

Men are supposed to cringe when they see another guy get popped in the nads and then laugh. It's not that we're happy he got involuntariy neutered, it's our way of saying "Damn, that sucks, better you than me". We're also supposed to point and laugh when our drunken buddy falls off the bar stool or gets shot down by the hot girl. We aren't reveling in their pain, we're just saying: "We've all been there; you've got to climb right back up on that barstool and hit on the really drunk chic at the end of the bar".

We're there to help our buddies out should they be in need. When his wife of ten years turns out to be a lesbian and leaves him for Helga; we'll take him to a strip joint, pour beers down his throat and buy him lap dances from skeezy strippers to make him feel better. We won't even mention that he cried like a two year old.

See I'm not saying men are candy asses if they display a bit of emotion, its all well and good if warranted. It's the needless incessant "Why don't you show me how much you love me" that men should be about to live without and that little phrase turns us into cold emotionless drones just looking for a reason to drop you for the Coors light twins.

As far as whether or not women want the strong silent type, judging by the number of times I've been hushed, shhh'ed and told to be quiet I'd say the answer is a resounding yes. I'm not even so sure about the strong part, I'm pretty sure the women 'round the phishbowl just want me to be quiet. Being a well trained husband and having learned to keep quiet when the TV is turned to Lifetime is why she keeps me around, my abilities to open jars and utilize hand tools are just the added benefits.

My opinion is if women wanted overly emotional metrosexuals they wouldn't keep marrying those of us who know when and when not to display a bit of emotion.

For bits of wisdom from the Men's Club check out The Wizard, The Foreign Minister, The Fertile Irishman and this week it's Jamesyboy in the hot seat.

The ladies also bring forth bits of wisdom so be sure to visit Kathy, Sadie, Silk and the newest diva Phoenix.

Posted by phineas g. at 03:42 PM on September 29, 2005 | TrackBack

Yep, I keep my hubby around to open jars, and er, another thing. But I agree...I don't want a whiny emotional man. Although it is nice to actually get a glimpse of emotion here and there...

Posted by: Theresa at September 29, 2005 04:46 PM

By another thing you mean taking out the trash right? That's why my wife keeps me around.

Posted by: phin at September 29, 2005 04:51 PM


So glad you guys are back!

; )

Posted by: Chrissy at September 29, 2005 07:57 PM

Poor Zonker. He leaves for a blogmeet, and you ambush him with the metrosexual label while he's away. He's not nearly as metro as Velociman.

Posted by: sadie at September 30, 2005 05:02 PM

You're saying that I am overly emotional? This from a man who confessed to weeping like a jilted, teenaged girl when his wife told him that he wasn't allowed to attend the meet in Helen? Dayum.

Posted by: zonker at October 2, 2005 10:16 PM