I’ve been known to be more of a guy than a girl. Why? Because women have gotten a bad wrap, damn it! And some figure that if you’re not the stereotypical female you’re either too good to be true, or you are a ‘knuckle dragger’ like them. And I did NOT give them that name. It’s what they believe their women see them as. So, the term has become one that men (and some women) unite around and are proud to be called. At least I am.
Women, we’re seen as these fickle, complicated, emotional wrecks (especially on TV). We supposedly want to be pampered one minute only to flip the ‘spastic switch’ and become Miss Independent I-Don’t-Need-Nobody the next minute. Total bull if you ask me, but then again, I’ve seen my share of female goofballs and tend to wonder…
Part of the problem is that as women, we tend to try to get men to ask like us, communicate like us, and understand us. But I read a book a long time ago called “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus” and it saved my sanity. I learned not to nag my mate, nor chase him around trying to get him to talk to me when what he needed was to work things out in his own head. The way women help each other is to talk it out. But men don’t do that. Men disappear into their ‘man cave’ and think. Yet we run in there after them trying to get them to talk it out. And sometimes we get burned, not realizing that it’s just the way they are. So let ’em be.
Anyway, back to the guy thing where I’m concerned. If a knuckle dragger is a person who enjoys peace and quiet, content to let the emotional wrecks get bent out of shape without us, then I guess I’m a knuckle dragger. Hell, even my ex had to admit that he was the complainer/nagger in our relationship, which to me, was a big compliment.
So…Knuckle Draggers unite!
Here’s a joke for those women, like me, who enjoy NOT nagging. Enjoy emotional stability instead of half the month PMS’ing and the other half of the month on her period. Find pleasure in NOT adding a million things to the honey-do list. Enjoy equal parts affection and raunch. Think highly of our men (well, when we have one ;D). And who do love being on the receiving end of chivalry and pampering while still maintaining our sense of self at the expense of no one.
(IF YOU’RE EASILY OFFENDED, READ ON AT YOUR OWN RISK – ROFL!!)
A man was riding his Harley along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said, “Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.”
The biker pulled over and said, “Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want.”
The Lord said, “Your request is materialistic, think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required reaching the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for such a thing. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind.”
The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, “Lord, I wish that I and all men could understand women; I want to know how she feels inside, what she’s thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing’s wrong, and how I can make a Woman truly happy.”
The Lord replied, “You want that Bridge two lanes or four?”