Whatever they say about gender equality, but in many spheres, the palm is given to men as the standard of the most diverse knowledge and skills. Which significantly increases the male self-esteem and allows them from the height of their greatness to biassed and systematically discuss all women's actions, features of appearance and character, to interpret everything in their own way and to decide the sentence.
The ideal man is highly moral, his spiritual and physical perfection is not subject to criticism. The ideal moralist with pleasure forgives himself little flaws and weaknesses, or rather believes that he simply does not have them. The ideal moralist is a great critic of women's shortcomings. And all this far-sighted criticism is not directed at women's spiritual and physical perfection. In fact, this is one continuous trap.
Honey, why are you measuring this dress? ... Honey, not with your figure. And it's better to hide your legs under your trousers. Yes, the hair is nothing, but obviously not with your face, cheeks are sticking out from behind their ears. Listen, why do you need makeup? What's wrong, this way is not very. Oh, Lord, how many times do you say: Do not you know, do not go. Everything turned upside down. Why do you spend so much money on the cream? Steam your wrinkles already need to steam off steam. Woman driving? - Definitely a monkey with a grenade. If it was my will, I would forbid women to drive behind the wheel under pain of death. Yes, no matter how young you are, mother, but age makes itself felt. Not a girl, after all, but everything is sporting, everything is dressing up. And you can not disguise the extra weight with clothes, no matter how hard you try. Do not Cry. Do not Cry. I'm with you. I love you and such as I am. Look how many around the lonely. Do not have time to go out into the street, potential brides are ready to hang themselves around your neck. Just offer yourself and do not hesitate, and smart, and beautiful, and secured. ... But no one wants. Because men are normal, once or twice and everything. Women are much more. Not enough for all men, not enough. But I, I'm not leaving. ... Although with my data so many chances and so many opportunities! Run quickly to the store for beer and cigarettes. What? Night in the yard. So what? Who do you need? Quickly, small dashes, you can still buy fish for the beer. Do you have enough for pantyhose? And where do you spend your salary? My salary? Yes, I put everything in the car. You like to ride, love and sledge to carry. ... Well, that ran? Listen, think something for dinner. Is there a salad yesterday? You eat it yourself. Oh, I'm tired today, my back is aching. Remember my back. Hands falling off? From what? Tired at work to sit? And if you went by public transport, and not with me in the car? Listen, what do we have with the fridge? It's buzzing like a steam locomotive. Did you ask me to look? Do I look like a refrigerator? A master did not try to call? Do the doors hang around the cupboard? Wait, but when should I do this?
All these comments, accusations and attacks, like water sharpen the woman's peace of mind, knock the ground out from under her feet. And here, strictly speaking, lies the same trap. Convince the woman of her inferiority and complexes so that the loyal lady at the first sounds of a man's voice would come to the master like Sivka Burka, so that the team would perform at the first try and preferably without hesitation. To pray daily and systematically, that he lives with the peasant, and not one, like most around. ... That she loves this, not perfect, plump, silly, sluggish. But in fact, how many temptations around? Both smart and beautiful. Hundreds of women looking at her one and only man. Well also what, that again having drunk? But he came home, not for the women. What day can not you take out the garbage? It's tired, poor thing at work. TV not working? Does the iron spark? Nothing, I'll call the master. On this special people there. God, what if they suddenly take one day off? What a luck that he is with me. Just next door. Just lying on the couch. Just sucks in the pillow. Oh, he hugged me twice before going to bed! And put socks in a tank with dirty laundry, and not as usual, in the middle of the room.
Obsequiness and submission, an inferiority complex penetrates into the flesh and blood of a woman. Forced to do samoyedstvom, deprives confidence. Fear of loss and obsequiousness comes. A man becomes a king of the small world and a deity, constantly and skillfully pulling at the strings of women's complexes and fears. And the woman runs to her only one and is built on the first team, and for beer, and in the workshop, and wash the car, and take out the garbage. Baba, know your place. One day the whole world in front of a woman outshines one thing: And who do I need? Yes, at least to whom. And first of all to myself. After all, she sparkled with humor, and she sang songs, and danced, and wore a tight-fitting dress. And it was not so ordinary, unique, individual. Everything, all dissolved, was exhausted. It did not become interesting, it was something like a booty pushed into a corner and well-trained. And the hunter is not so interesting. What's with her chicken, take it? A hen is not a bird. ... But she was a bird. And how did you fly? Lost. Lost in time space. Well, if in part, but if completely? Itself is not interesting, in a state of chronic depression and fatigue, in the fucking wheel of life. But what about self-development, spirituality, self-improvement, spiritual and personal growth? And the chicken suddenly makes the most of the last effort. But then a mocking one rushes: Where are you going? Where are you going with your education? With those legs? Brains, etc. Do not believe. You are a bird. Talented and beautiful. And each person is talented in his own way and can grow and develop all his life. Be interesting to yourself and others. And between borscht, pots, children and cleaning the house must be the world of women. A world filled with harmony, joy and hobbies. And if a man really loves you, then he will understand. Just talk to him. It is firm and calm that you, as well as he, have the right to their free space and personal time, to rest and hobbies, to respect and gratitude. And if everything in response to all your aspirations for self-development and self-esteem, your man twists his finger at his temple. Well. To Caesar what is Caesar's, God forbid. Leave the load that pulls you to the bottom. With him, you can hardly swim to the shore of an amazing island called happiness. We can not be made happy by someone else, only ourselves.