What does it mean? We speak, hear, act and reference this word on a consecutive basis but, as women, do we honestly know the true-fashioned meaning? Check it out. According to some Googled definition of the word “man” it reads as follows:
- an adult human male.
- an individual; one.
- a person with the qualities often associated with males such as bravery, spirit, or toughness.
- used, irrespective of the sex of the person addressed, to express surprise, admiration, delight, etc., or for emphasis.
I was slightly entertained at the idea that a man can be classified with the words ‘admiration’, ‘bravery’, and ‘one.’ Don’t get me wrong; I wouldn’t be quick to label myself as a FEMINIST. Although, I really don’t even know what that word means… (I should probably Google that too). But yet, our current and past generations have been programmed to believe that a man is the utmost pedestal.
It stems from way beyond our comprehension of life. I mean, even science can vouch for males and agree that it begins with a sensation of chase. The egg is to sit and look pretty for some superhero sperm on a white horse to ‘cum’ rescue her. It then continues that the only determination for this little zygote’s sex is in fact the man’s responsibility. Women spend nine months dealing with a legit human being in their stomach and men are supposed to sit back and just wait for the baby to pull a Walter White and break bad while he’s playing ‘breadwinner.’ He goes to work, doing manly things, cutting the grass, lifting bro, grilling steaks, listening to Lil Dicky, and comes home just in time for his wife/girlfriend/fuckbuddy to be at the door with a beer with his favorite sandwich in hand. Thus, once the child is born, dependent on the sex, parents will engage in the “if he is a boy, he will like blue; if she is a girl, she will like pink” stage. Boys are taught to be tough, strong, not to cry, laugh at girls when they discuss makeup or shoes. Women on the other hand are immediately brought up to respect men, no matter the circumstance. “Go ask your father.” Remember this? It’s been instilled in us that men will generally have the final say.
I was watching…well let’s not go that far to discredit myself…I was flipping channels and came across some show on VH1 called ‘Love and Hip Hop Atlanta’. Everyone who knows me know I’m a sucker for bad reality TV- so I couldn’t look away. It was broadcasting a rapper named “Lil Scrappy [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQzJqXVq3uI] and his dilemma on how he was trying to explain to the three women that he was sleeping with at the same time that he wasn’t technically cheating on all three of them. The thing that I took most notice to was the fact these girls were going chatterbox (AKA-HAM) on each other and yelling back and forth about how rachet each of them were. But yet, when it came to expressing a rude remark about Lil Scrappy, they were quick to lock jaw and bite down. Once again, #TBT to the root of all domesticated thinking, men are to be RESPECTED- at all costs.
I blog this simply because it’s important to me- on September 11th, I turned 24 years old. However, I did not wake up and become happy that I am another year older, cooler, and wiser. I woke up to realization that the men who have surrounded my previous years are no longer to be respected. I came to the realization that it is okay to go against indigenous domesticated behavior. I am saddened to hear of the stories/media outbursts of women who are constantly and still currently being battered and abused (whether it is physically, mentally, or emotionally) by a man. Unlike many others and unlike what most people will say- I FEEL for those women. I understand what it is like to not be able to leave. I understand the piercing thought that although it is happening- deep down he’s going to pull out the “I really do love you” card.
Many people will be quick to strike note that it’s all bullshit; that every woman has the chance to leave, the chance to cry for heIp, the chance to change her life, the chance to rid him and the chance to say no, even if your CD’s are still in his car. However, let’s be honest- our societal upbringing doesn’t necessarily encourage it. Yes, there are numerous help groups/domestic violence outreach’s …but how can we reach out to rid something that has been internally injected into our chemical compounds since birth…even rather before birth. Before I type another sentence, let me make this clear- I in NO WAY condone the act of violence against women to be seen as acceptable or as a mere tradition. I am simply stating, rather loosely explaining, my views on the role/placement of a man in today’s society…. as I see it. I will leave you with this and maybe you will consider my standpoint.
After I Googled the word ‘man’… I proceeded to Google the other half of the equation, expecting an even better list of qualifying definitions. This is what I got…
- an adult human female.