POT POURRIE
Of
SONGS, SAYINGS, AND STORIES
ã
1999, by P. WellsPart IV
FEMININE POINT-OF-VIEW
Men and Women Are Not Alike
But Are Equal Complements to Each Other
ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE--OR IS IT?
Adam said to God, "I’m lonely as can be.
I want a helpmate to keep me company!"
God said to Adam, "I understand.
I reasoned that way and begot my right hand.
"You need a helpmate--with that I agree.
I’ll do for you, what I did for me.
"You are flesh and blood, and I am all Spirit.
My son came from my heart; but you’ll sleep--do not fear it.
"I’ll take from you just one little part--
One of your ribs right next to your heart.
I’ll create your wife. She’ll be your mate,
And share all you joys as well as your fate."
We read in God’s Word, both Adam and mate
Are one and called "Adam" as God did equate.
After the fall, Adam called his wife, "Eve,"
Mother of all living, but in sorrow she’d conceive.
Because she believed Satan (Adam did not doubt),
Eve became his servant and lost all her clout.
But if men are set free by faith in the Lord,
Why must wives still submit? Don’t they get their reward?
THE DAUGHTERS OF EVE
Waitresses, or sales girls with bills in arrears?
How many women have power to make others cower,
Or are they working in factories for more debts by the hour?
How many women have lovers? Or do they clean up after others--
Too tired after work to even be mothers?
How many women have happy lives? Or are they working in dives--
Cooking for strangers--not at home as housewives?
How many women give orders? Or do they take commands,
To type, file, hem borders, or meet bosses’ demands?
How many women are boss? And who gets the coins that they toss--
Rendered to God or to Caesar? Just wasted! Everyone’s loss!
How many women are carefree with "equal" pay guarantee,
Or are they enslaved--forced to work outside for their fee?
How many women are caretakers of kids that belong to others,
Hired to teach and train strangers instead of being good mothers?
How many women are well-known or are they more--just alone,
Waiting on everyone else--but not caring for their own?
How many women are achievers, or are they drudges for deceivers,
Having lost the best job of all as homemakers and family relievers.
How many women long for the days, when they had their own ways,
Cared for, protected, and loved--equal partners all of their days?
How many women believed the lies of that venomous snake?
LAWS OF NATURE
Part I, One who spends time earning money to buy time for leisure wastes ninety-eight per cent of his time due to friction.
Part II, To eliminate half that friction, decide what you would most want to do with your leisure time, and then earn money doing it.
Part III, To oil the rest of the cause of friction, work for yourself, eliminating big business and big government as middle men, your taskmaster and tax master.
DISCUSSION OF ALL OF THE ABOVE
Women work outside the home to pay for an extra car to go to work, and for extra clothes, fast food, and beauty aids that they need because they work. Then they must buy appliances so that they don’t have to work as hard, and spend money they earn on diets, spas, and health clubs, because they work, but do not get exercise doing housework.
They pay for counselors to save their failing marriages and delinquent children, because they must put their work first. Finally, they pay taxes on their earnings to the government which decides to spend part of those taxes to care for their motherless kids in crowded nurseries, and later, on rehab centers and/or prisons for the same kids.
Meanwhile, back in the halls of Congress, politicians vote on measures that will increase the female work force. Because the additional taxes can be used to promote their own pet projects, line their own pockets, and maintain their stay in office, while supporting coattail bureaucrats to do the jobs that women do much better and for much less money, if they just stayed home and did them.
The average man works from four to six months to earn enough money to pay his taxes. His working wife probably does not earn as much as he pays in extra taxes.
We could afford to pay women to stay home to save on taxes! No one fights harder for a woman’s rights to work than politicians who want women to believe that they must work. Women used to be superior and luckier. They also knew how to control the weaker sex, because of his weakness. "Eve" is still falling for Satan’s lies. We really blew it!
THE LAW OF SUPPLY AND DEMAND
When given a choice, most women will decide to take any course except Economics 101. That may be the reason that few women today understand or apparently have never even heard of the Law of Supply and Demand. On the other hand, very few men who have heard of that law doubt its validity.
My dad insisted that I take Economics 101, and the professor that I had presented the law as if there were absolutely no exceptions to the rule. No male in the class of almost all males questioned the professor’s adamant assertion. That fact is enough to give any woman something to think about.
The Law of Supply and Demand in my words goes something like this: The harder it is to obtain what one wants (especially if it is one of a kind), the bigger the price anyone is willing to pay for it. Or the greater the "demand" is for that particular item or service. The law states, "The greater the supply, the less demand; The less the supply, the greater the demand." Water and air are free--not because it is not necessary--but because it is in great supply. On the other hand, that ugly vase, or pitiful painting, or crummy veil that belong to Jackie Onassis, will sell for thousands of dollars, because each is one of a kind--rare. When men want the price to go up, they invent ways to shrink the supply.
Now, ladies, let us apply that law, which no man questions, to sex. The family would never have been placed in jeopardy, if more women had elected to take
Economics 101, and understood what men value and consider cheap. Women would decide to remain virgins until after the wedding, because men value virginity enough to pay the price--a ring, a marriage license, and "until death do us part." Each virgin is definitely "one of a kind," and well worth the price to men, according to that immutable law.
HOMEMAKER HEAVEN
Be a homemaker, and stay home to be free.
Your spouse will be grateful, and you’ll save your family.
THE REASON FOR MARRIAGE
The reason why God created one man and one woman to be joined in one union was to begin propagating children, because the family unit is ideal for that purpose. Marriage is not primarily for the purpose of legalizing sex, but it is primarily to ensure the ideal conditions for nurturing the fruit of any sexual relation, one’s kids.
Marriage has been strongly advocated among those who have sexual relations even though the possibility of having children is out of the question, because such commitments tend to stabilize the family units and keep confusion to a minimum. But marriage would not be necessary at all if no children were involved.
See Mark 12: 25, "For when they shall rise from the dead, they neither marry, nor are given in marriage; but are as the angels which are in heaven." In heaven there is no sex, no children, no death, and no reason to continue propagating the human race. Therefore, no one needs to marry. The irony is that all seem to have lost sight of why we marry in the first place!
"HE" APPLIES TO US ALL
The most solid proof that men and women are equal is the use of the same words or terms to apply to us all--even if that term is "man" or "mankind.’ As a serious writer and a member of the sex which is considerably wiser than anyone who is often blinded by his lust, I refuse to be intimidated into the use of the inexpedient "he/she" or "him/her" just to appease the whims of a few FEMALE SEXIST PRIGS.
Incidentally, God, according to Jesus Christ, is neither male nor female. Again, the use of the term, "he," is a matter of expediency. It would not have been fitting for the Lord God Jehovah to come into the world as a freak of nature, a hermaphrodite, just to satisfy the whims of a few foolish females.
WOMEN’S LIB AND/OR ERA
When I say, "he," I don’t mean, "just men."
I’m not being sexist, nor am I an "old hen."
All know what I mean. No one can deny
That I’m being expedient; so, please, Girls, don’t cry.
To tell you the truth, I hate "he/she."
"Him/her" is a pain. So, please bear with me.
"He" stands for "mankind." It’s always been true.
Libbers speak half-truths--a warped point-of-view.
They are destined to lose, because they are fools.
They "protesteth too much," and despise the best rules.
MORE SUBTLE CAUSE OF RAPE
Is it possible that the epidemic increase in rape (in addition to being a reaction to violence perpetrated against the rapist) could be a reaction to the fact that men no longer experience the excitement of "The Chase"? Women have become so willing to jump into bed--even aggressive-- that the only way men can satisfy their deep-seated need to be the hunter and "earn what they get" is to commit rape. Men like a challenge!
If they had to earn sexual pleasure by committing their lives in marriage, they would enjoy a new self-esteem and find contentment that few men in this generation can imagine--much less have experienced.
I believe that men are too weak to deny themselves, but secretly yearn for women to exercise their "no" power instead of their namby-pamby "I’m-yours-for-the-asking, Yes." No greater contempt is ever expressed by mankind than that one hears in men’s locker rooms, ridiculing "easy women," who willingly permit themselves to be used, abused, labeled, and accused as an excuse for denying their guilt. Psychologists call it projection. I call it, "Women are fools!"
Society cannot condition men or women to change their basic natures and their basic instincts. Men lie to get a woman to say, "Yes," and pray to get her to say, "No!"
RECYCLED MONEY IS LEGALIZED THEFT
The average American pays over half of his income (six months wages) in taxes (sales tax and real estate tax) and licenses to marry, to hunt, to fish, to drive a vehicle, to own a dog, or to marry. And they pay hidden taxes for alcoholic beverages, tobacco products, fuels to run vehicles and machinery, and real estate taxes as part of the rent he pays, if he doesn’t own any property.
Because so much of a man’s income is spent for the "common good," he is forced to borrow heavily just to provide for housing, utilities, food, and clothing for himself and his family. Since the cost for borrowing at usurious rates takes another big bite out of his income, he soon becomes aware just how much he is in bondage to the system--worse than being a slave.
If he goes on strike to get an increase in wages, his union dues go up to take up the slack. So, he loses the raise, and the pay he did not get while on strike. Anyone can state the problem, of course, but does anyone have the solution?
First, we must state the corollary to all of the above. Women feel they are forced to go into the workplace against their innermost instincts, and leave their children in the hands of incompetent hirelings, making the enslavement of the entire population complete.
The result of having mothers of small children forced into the workplace is the rapid increase in drug abuse and serious crimes committed by children. Also, unprotected children at home alone are being scarred for life because of physical and sexual abuse. The solution to any problem is inherent in the problem itself, and can almost resolve itself if it is stated well. Read on.
Consider how the government spends the money that they collect from the average family, whom they are "devouring"--six months of each human life every year.
That is not an exaggerated statement. For one, there is power in education, they claim, but what are kids taught?
Are they being taught, or are they being brainwashed into accepting the system? Can they read, write, solve mathematical problems, type, use a computer, apply for a job, make a complaint against being robbed? Obviously not, because they are being robbed! Do they know the difference between liberty and license?
Are they encouraged to question the authors of textbooks or are they brainwashed into believing that anyone who writes a book is an authority? Are they being subtly influenced into believing that the government can take care of them better than they can take care of themselves? Are they learning to be independent, or are they being conditioned to be dependent on the government for medical care, nursing home care, and day care for children, when they are too old, or too young, or too sick to take care of themselves?
They are taught that they cannot exist without consulting attorneys, psychologists, humanistic reformers, counselors, psychics, witches, and exercise or diet gurus. Also, that they must engage in rituals that will allegedly help them to cope and adjust to the complex problems of society that society created in the first place? Underlying this dependence on crackpots is the hidden agenda of "New Age" philosophers.
As a child, I did not know anyone who was hospitalized, consulted an attorney, or called the police (the only law enforcement officer was twelve miles away). The fact is that our town hadn’t had a crime reported in forty years. (Newman, IL, pop 1100)
We had no taverns and three churches. Taxes were virtually zilch, nada, zero, none, nothing, and the only library in town had books donated by affluent local citizens. Andrew Carnegie donated most of the libraries in this country, which the government cannot afford to match. Have I overstated the problem or understated the solution? Try filling in the blanks yourself. Then ask the Lord Jesus Christ to come into your life and set you free.
A MAN’S HANDS
The Lord declared that man should work and use his hands as well.
This trait is typical of men, so girls respond pell-mell.
A girl will note a banker’s hands while counting out his bills;
And even more, as he pays checks to charm her and to thrill.
A girl observes the gentle hands of vets perusing dogs,
Or tender hands of farmer friends who care for cows and hogs.
Mechanics, having patient hands, can make her heart beat fast,
And women love to watch a man make home repairs that last.
There’s something about a gardener’s hands that fascinates a lass,
Mainly so, if they grow flowers, but even cutting the grass.
A man’s great hands--his loving hands--his patient hands and strong
Lead girls to wish for wedding bands and rate my praise in song.
HEAD OF THE HOUSE
They say a woman should be meek; A man should head the house.
In fact, most girls prefer and seek a mighty man--not mouse.
Oh, what strife that marriage holds when woman turns to head!
She asks him to give her advice. He dials T V instead.
He asks why kids must act that way, because they don’t report.
But "head--of--house" forgets the days he’d not made known his sport.
She thinks he should dole out the cash, direct the money spent,
Bu when he fails, he still demands just where the money went.
No doubt all women need a head. Most men reject the charge.
They drink their beer and watch T V and leave it up to Marge.
GIVE THEM THE NAME:
THEY’LL PLAY THE GAME
Many women out of fear dare not trust in men.
They think that if they trust, Men will hurt again.
So, they swear to men that if they are not true,
They will not forgive, and will walk out on cue.
Suspicion in women begets rebellion in men,
Who insist they have honor, and would never sin.
Women scoff and accuse, "Men are all alike:
The first ankle they see will tempt them to hike!"
Women even take measures against possible loss
With pre-marital agreements, and they presume to be boss.
Now, I am not saying that men are not to blame.
They earned their reputation by playing their game.
But women should know that those who hold men
Know that love casts out fear and the trusting ones win.
When they falsely accuse and give men the name,
Men have an excuse to keep playing the game.
I’d rather trust everyone, and be hurt sometime,
As to be suspicious of all, and be miserable full-time.
Walking in faith can be dangerous, my friend.
But it gives meaning to life, and pays well in the end.
POINT-OF-VIEW
Why do so many women write from a warmed over man’s point-of- view and then wonder why men don’t understand them. Most women say what they imagine a man wants to hear, when he may just like to know what we really think for a change. It is time we start telling men how we really feel. What is so good about a man’s point-of-view, anyway? We do not think, feel, or behave alike, and we must stop expecting otherwise.
WE’RE NOT ALIKE
But when her brothers come to play, they give her dolls rough rides.
A man reacts to what he sees, to this all girls concur.
But she looks only at his eyes to confirm that he sees her.
A man manipulates machines; A lady hates the grease.
He must explore; it’s in his genes. At home she finds release.
A man will earn all that he should, because his life is trade.
But girls aspire to motherhood and failure turns them jade.
We’re not alike. We’re not alike. No matter what we play.
We have same toys, but boys are boys, as nature has her way.
FOR SHE’S IN LOVE WITH ME
My girl is always there. I take her everywhere.
Because her pleading gaze, "tells" me to mend my ways.
Her eyes entreating mine say, "More wine will not agree.
It’s late, so let’s go home. You need your rest, you see."
Or if I over spend--or am lured to over lend,
Such gentle hints she’ll "send," that she never does offend.
She patches up my cuts, and keeps me out of ruts,
Tells me if I’m a klutz; keeps me from going nuts.
I want her close to me, reminding me that she
Is taking care of me, for she’s in love with me.
A MATTER OF OPINION
Men: Satisfy my sexual desires.
Women: Satisfy our children, the fruit of your desires.
Children: Sex without protection (a daddy around the house) is the pits, and pits do come with fruits.
PRETTY IS AS PRETTY DOES
No one is pretty as our Jane, Who knows or cares, if she is plain.
All say she is a precious jewel. She "pretty does"--that proves the rule.
From obligations she won’t swerve. Her hands are willing, quick to serve.
Her smile is ready all the while to take her feet the second mile.
With children she’s a playful tease, and charms them so they die to please.
Her elders ask her for her prayers. They know God hears, because she cares.
Now, pretty is as pretty does, and she does pretty well because
She loves so much she never was a thing apart from "pretty does."
GRANDPARENTS
But they don’t get our chicken pox, and they don’t have strict rules.
Our grandma keeps a cookie jar--Sings "Pony Boy" and trots.
One rides upon her hip so far. Lined up are other tots.
Our grandpa lets another help to hammer, saw, and nail.
He lets us put tools on a shelf; then tells us a tall tale.
Our grandma sings us Bible songs; tells Bible stories, too.
And Grandpa tells us, "Do no wrong; be upright, honest, true."
Grandparents love us very much, but oddly they suggest,
We must go home, but keep in touch, so they can get their rest.
IF IT FEELS GOOD, DO IT?
Women are robbed, raped, used, and abused for the pleasure of men.
Society used to protect its daughters as priceless jewels to give men.
Irony: Men need protection, too--from guilt.
Drugs are used to kill the "good they felt."
SEX EDUCATION FROM A WOMAN’S POINT-OF-VIEW
Sex education from a woman’s point-of-view is teaching men how to make a living. That is a very important part of what makes a girl’s heart beat faster and turns her limbs into jelly. Just between us girls, we have a right to say, "No," to knit one, purl two on our erogenous zones to confuse us and cloud our basic instinct to insist on being really turned on by an offer of protection and provision for our life long needs.
We have a right to be made to feel secure and safe, before we agree to satisfy the sex appetites of men. Any woman who insists on her rights, concerning her own body--and "pro-choice" women should be adamant on that point--should not go to bed with a man without having a promise to protect her in writing--like a marriage certificate.
Without a wedding, women can never completely abandon herself to her lover freely in a way that is necessary for sexual fulfillment. Women can never be more than a bedroom actress--a paid mistress--a slut, who feels dirty, used, and bereft of self-worth, if she allows her body to be used without security. Later--if not sooner--a girl becomes bitter, resentful, and totally disillusioned.
A young woman may reason that he will marry her after the fact, but that idea is a gamble that no woman can afford to take. She will never know whether he married her because he loved her, or because his guilt made him feel obligated. No feeling of insecurity exceeds that feeling, and a feeling of security is essential to a woman’s complete enjoyment of a sexual relationship. If a man marries out of guilt, then later--if not sooner--he will become bitter, resentful, and totally disillusioned.
So, if a woman thinks she has to "prove her love," because he insists, then she should think again. The most loving thing that she can do is to protect herself from him and save him from his lust and guilt. It certainly beats trying to live with it--trying to live with a man who may even turn to escape by using drugs, or have violent fits of jealousy, because he cannot trust a woman, who could not be trusted to say "No" to him.
THE BIGGEST LIE
Keep in mind, Ladies, and never waver from this thought: When in heat--which is almost all the time--men will say anything to get you in bed. Hey! They even believe what they promise themselves--when in heat! They say they would lay down their lives--walk through fire--dive off a bridge--jump out of a plane without a parachute--give you the moon--even give up drugs and alcohol--make any and every sacrifice just for little ol’ you, if you will just go to bed with them. Problem: They all regain their sanity in the morning, saying, "Well, I must be off. It’s business as usual. See you around, but don’t call me. I’ll call you." Oh, yeah?
I read once that one man thinks there are three "biggest lies." They are amusing, so I will share the other two. "The check is in the mail," and "I’m from the IRS. I’m here to help you." Well, if those scare you, I’m here to tell you that they do not hold a candle to the damage done to the welfare of women and children that the first "biggest lie" has done.
Women must stop falling for it, if the human race is to survive. We have the right instincts, but we need to be true to ourselves. Men pursue sex, but they adore and worship and take to the altar, the ones that they cannot get any other way. Virginity has always been--and always will be--a priceless commodity in the minds of men. Unfortunately, the only virgins around these days are children. Could that be the reason for the epidemic of child molestation? It is time that women take at least half of the responsibility for the state the world is in. We cannot put all the blame on men.
So get off that self-righteous pedestal, Ladies, and stop blaming men for all your troubles, which did not exist before women started insisting on their sexual freedom and other dangerous "rights." What women gained was the dubious "right" to be a single parent, raise juvenile delinquents, and live in poverty, while working sixteen hours a day, and coming home to more to do at night. You do have "No" power, so use it!
WILLING AND ABLE
A woman wants an able man. He must be willing, too.
Who’s able to take care of her and willing to be true.
She knows if he is willing by the love light in his eye,
But every girl is different as to who’s an "able" guy.
Bare brawn says "able" to some girls, and brains appeal for sure.
The wealthy man attracts them all for riches make secure.
A woman’s instincts won’t permit response to less than these.
If she ignores her id and cheats, then human life could cease.
Sex education then is to teach men right from wrong,
And educate him to be skilled. That turns a woman on.
A willing man who’s able, too, can give her happiness.
Her instincts tell if he is true; her mind marks his success.
SHE WORE GLASSES
Now a child suffered from scarlet fever at five.
She was left almost blind, but at least was alive.
Yet, the scourge of her life was the doctor’s last phrase.
"You will have to wear glasses the rest of your days."
At the age twelve, she walked down the main street,
Her dad had been gone, but they happened to meet.
She had cast off the glasses she just couldn’t bear,
And she passed by her dad without seeing his stare.
The wise dad loved his daughter and called her aside.
He said, "I understand why your specs hurt your pride,
But the way to make friends is to know whom you meet,
Show your smile, say a word; you should everyone greet.
Dad persuaded his daughter to conquer her fear.
So, she chose scarlet harlequin glasses to cheer.
How rewarding her venturesome choice, I report,
"All her friends ear-marked her a very good sport."
Kids called her "four-eyes" for glasses she wore.
So she hid them away after closing the door.
What an unhappy time, when her friends she’d not see.
She learned glasses are better than friendless can be.
THE WRINGING OF BELLES
The Inalienable Rights of Women and Children
l. A woman has a right to stay home and care for the children that she bears for men.
She may choose to do the work of a man, choose not to marry, and choose not to bear children, but she has the inalienable right to be a full-time wife and mother.
2. Women have a right to provision and protection by men during their childbearing
and child rearing years. Men have no right to deny them of that right and no right to neglect their duties in this respect.
3. Children have a right to be protected and cared for by their mothers and to be
provided for by their fathers. They are the fruits of their fathers’ pleasure, and it is
ordained by God that father’s must labor to provide for their fruits lest the fruits be
dropped from the vine before they are ready for the harvest.
4. Women have the right of respect from their husbands and children. No where in the
Word of God is a man given the right to strike his wife, or to degrade or humiliate
her with false accusations. Five Proverbs, on the other hand, state that the rod is for
the backs of fools. Only a fool would not know that he is to respect and love his
wife (be concerned for her body as he is his own body), because she has been joined
to his body by an act of God.
5. Underage women have the right to be protected from licentious and exploitative men
who lust after their bodies and souls. May such men be made impotent by a
merciful God for the sake of their souls.
CHECK-MATED KINGS
What happened to all the queens?
What caused the change in their fate?
Satan whispered, "They are just pawns."
Then he snatched them, hissing, "Too late."
The pawn-stressed queens had been stolen.
So, they turned to kings for their cues.
They abandoned their queenly powers,
And adopted the kings’ point-of-views.
Oh, what a mess queens have made
By listening to the lies of that snake!
They gave up their queenly powers
To be kings. What a spurious mistake!
THE "ERA" OF CONFUSION IS "NOW"
The NOW and ERA feminists insist on calling God, "SHE,"
yet they blame "HER" for discriminating against women. On the other
hand, they have no problem calling the devil, "HE," and they laud "HIM"
for redefining what constitutes the "family."
WOMEN’S RIGHTS AND WOMEN’S WRONGS
Only a disgraceful, degraded, and depraved society would require women to labor as men and separate mothers from their children. Is it not enough that the fathers have abandoned their responsibility for the fruits of their pleasure that they must also demand taxes from mothers that they have used, abused, and accused for their own amusement?
What? Must women pay for their own sins and those of men as well?
See Genesis 4: 14-21. Eve was to be subject to Adam and bear children, but Adam was to bring forth food and provide the living in the "sweat of his face." In our society over half of all women suffer both punishments--bear the children and provide for them. Nobody protests this inequity, because women don’t know their true rights!
The Role of Men as Ordained by God
Genesis 4: 16, "Unto the woman He said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and conception; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee." Most women have it in themselves to satisfy their husbands’ wishes and desires. Indeed, they seldom find peace any other way.
For that reason, a wife is willing to submit herself to a man and even pretend that she enjoys doing so--whether she is sick, in pain, or has a genuine headache--if he insists. Is it not enough that she must submit to him, but she must also pretend that she is pleased to do so or risk rejection or humiliation in many cases?
"And unto Adam He said, Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree of which I commanded thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat of it: Cursed is the ground for thy sake. In sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life. Thorns and thistles shall it bring forth to thee, and thou shalt eat the herbs of the field in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground. For out of it
was thou taken: for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return. (Nowadays, Eve pays for her sin and pays for Adam’s sin, too!)
The Truth about Dols and Dolls
Scientists who measure pain in dols have proved that few men suffer more than five dols of pain in a lifetime. But all women in childbirth--without exception and regardless of individual stoicism--suffer at least eleven dols or more than twice as much as any man ever experiences even from Aids or Tic douleureux or can even imagine.
You would think that this fact alone would be enough to gain a little respect, wouldn’t you?
At Your Pleasure, Sir
Most women--to please their husbands as God has ordained that they must do--have become excellent bedroom actresses. They pretend to be pleased at times, when they may not feel like it, because to women "love" is pleasing her husband! Her joy is often more in receiving his approval, respect, and concern for her well being, than it is from the pleasure of the sex act itself.
Men cannot possibly understand that, and most women give up quite early in the game trying to make them understand. But if women do not get what they want from the relationship, they begin to find excuses for not giving men what they want. Out of fear of loss or rejection, many women go on for years living in quiet desperation pretending to enjoy one thing, but feeling deprived of the kind of "love" that they want in return.
To make matters worse, many sluts and harlots are waiting in the wings, who are more experienced at being bedroom actresses, less harried by the duties that wives and mothers perform, and are often willing to perform unspeakable acts for money. "Wo, Wo, Wo, Thou name art Wo-man." Women are forced to suffer all the woes of mankind and must smile and say, "It is my pleasure, Sir," or be abandoned, forsaken, and rejected by their own lovers and husbands, or so, many men make women feel at times.
Fortunate is the woman who is married to the man who is wise enough to pat her on the head and say, "I really appreciate all that you do for me." Just once may be enough to sustain her for years.
On Vain Imaginations of Men
How do "working mothers" on television (fictional dramas) manage to look beautiful while they put food on the table without cooking it, live in spotlessly clean houses without cleaning them, and somehow get the laundry done without doing it. Is it some trick (or treachery) of the imagination that these plastic Barbie dolls can do so much while real wives and mothers stare in despair? Perhaps, it is all a fig leaf of some man’s imagination. Some woman should defoliate these male writers and expose what is behind it all--THEY LIE FOR MONEY OR LIVE OUT THEIR FANTASIES ON T V.
But no woman should feel threatened by all this make-believe.
Women Have "No" Power
A man is turned on by what he sees, but a woman is turned on by what she sees--in a man’s eyes. Men think they do the chasing and choosing; but women do the choosing by rejecting those men who have lust in their eyes in favor of those whose eyes tell them "You are sacred to me."
If a woman becomes impatient and mistakes lust for the love light of concern she really wants, she is not necessarily a fool, but may reason, "Let us marry," believing she is making a fair deal. Men agree, expecting to pay the price for their lust--if they must.
A few women have been deceived and have betrayed the rest of us by insisting upon "equal rights." Against their basic instincts for survival, these women have legalized the liberation of men--men, who would sell their souls to satisfy their lust for the bodies of women--if they had to.
In times past, she gave him sex on request; he gave her a sense of security--no matter how humble--in return. She relaxed in his love and could give herself to him in complete abandon without fear of being abandoned. HE WAS HER LOVER AND LORD, and they both were content to keep their vows. It is still a good plan--really!
Who Made the Bed in Which We Lie?
The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world, a sage said.
Baby-sitters rock and rule. Did we make that bed?
Have women relinquished that power to teen-agers? Perhaps, that is the reasonwhy men in power have self-centered teen-age mentalities! It is not too late.I am calling on all women to rule their hearts, using "No" power to rock the world. It is our responsibility to do the real work of the world, and let the men go back to heading up all those recreation committees. Why would women lust after the innocuous power men have anyway?
Putting it Another Way
Why do women go alone to a strange man’s apartment (All men are a little "strange" in this respect!)? And then cry, "Rape"? Of course, women are free to go where they please, wear what they please, and tease whom they please, but do these women who send out "I’m available" signals, have the right to declare that they are suddenly "unavailable" in a burst of righteous indignation?
Men often react to such behavior with anger and sometimes a desire to get revenge, because they are firmly convinced that these women do not say, "No" to other men--only them. The male of the species has the kind of ego, which cannot tolerate that kind of "thoughtless and unkind abuse." Just between us girls, I must tell you that the laws of nature teach us that we cannot play with fire without getting burnt.
It may be fun to play these games, but is it fair? Why don’t you admit that the alleged "date rapes" are just as much the result of your desire to have power over men as it is the result of their desire to have power over women? Sure, it is exhilarating to turn on your "power" that makes him all weak and like jelly! But just because you can turn it on and off like a faucet, doesn’t mean you can turn him on and off like that! And they are bigger than you, physically! Do not tease the bull that is in every man you meet, or
you might get gored. Be kind to dumb animals--and that includes men, too!
New Proverb I Just Made Up
Assembly line Barbie Dolls who run around in G-strings are just as heartless as anything made of plastic looks. Some one else said, "If a woman wants to be treated like a lady, she should act like one," and it is as true now as it was when Grandma said it.
The Power Game
To be caught with allure or a swinging swish.
Oh, the power we have! It is such a fun game
To turn men into jelly--shake them out of their name.
But some are not fair, much to our shame.
We tease and we dare. Yes, we are to blame,
If men get angry at the red flags we wave--
Arousing their bull, then taunt with a stave.
Yes, it is our fault--if blinded and dumb--
The raging bull in all men becomes dangerous to some.
Ladies, be warned! Ladies, beware!
Don’t wave red flags. Don’t leave yourselves bare.
The games that you play are dangerous--unfair.
You could end up gored, because you don’t care.
Incidentally, girls, you do have a right
To protect your own bodies and decide your own plight.
But the time for all that is before you conceive,
Because the "bull" inside men--only fools would believe.
You have no right to take the life of a child.
And remember, My Dears, all jokers are wild."
If you don’t have a ring in the nose of that bull
And you let yourself be used, then you are a fool!
Don’t wave a red flag at the raging bull inside every man, unless you have a
ring in his nose which is wrapped around your third finger--left hand.
SO TWAT!
Why do men stare at Playboy Magazine?
What do they see that they haven’t seen?
The girls who pose are remarkably the same--
Perfect as manikins without name or fame.
What fascinates then? It must be one thing:
They all show their twats; some wear a G-string.
All twats are alike. That is what we all know.
But most women refuse to put them on show.
Nevertheless, it seems to me,
If men have seen one--what more can they see?
Yet, they keep turning page after page,
Looking at twats. It’s a senseless rage.
Grandma’s twat is just like the others--
Like a daughter’s, a sister’s, and just like their mother’s.
A twat is a twat, is a twat, is a twat,
In the words of G. Stein; a G-string hides what?"
Do women care that men stare at a twat?
Just like the one each knows she has got?
As a matter of fact, it makes women mad.
If paper twats please, stick it, Boys, in your ad!
TURN ABOUT--FAIR PLAY?
Whatever their beef--Men are prone to abuse.
They project their own guilt on the one they accuse.
No Sex and No Kids
Jesus tells us that there are no marriages in Heaven.
If there were, it probably wouldn’t be Heaven.
Mothers for hire are no better qualified to care for another’s kids, than soldiers for hire are qualified to defend another’s country. They work for money--not love.
THE WEDDING GIFT
The gentleman is respected. The gentleman has power.
He is an attorney, a man of the hour.
This man is prominent. His inheritance was great.
Behind political scenes, he pulls with great weight.
This man owned the business where our son-in-law worked
As a faithful executive, with duties not shirked.
Both men are Catholics--were in the same parish--
Went to the same church that was rich, but not garish.
Three of our children picked Catholics to wed,
And one was this son-in-law who now shares her bed.
Now, the story I tell is of their wedding day,
That the great man attended, and what he had to say.
Like all of the guests, he paid his respect;
And our daughter’s response--as usual--was direct.
Her manner was gracious. She was poised and composed.
She answered with humor all the questions he posed.
The great man was charmed, but perplexed, he observed,
"You’re not intimidated by me, nor are you reserved.
Our daughter laughed, as a child without guile,
"Should I be, Sir? We are neither one vile!
"We both serve the Lord--worship in the same House.
We are brethren in Christ. Should I be a mouse?"
The great man was moved. A tear came to his eye.
He turned to her husband, and made this reply:
"Hang on to this one. She will make you a home
In a hovel or palace and never shall roam."
The great man gave a gift as any guest will,
But his memorable comment gives her pleasure still.
IS GAY REALLY GAY?
Why some thought her lifestyle was a problem with woe.
I can answer her question from my point-of view.
I am heterosexual. I am married, too.
I have known lust and the need to requite
My sexual desires and bore "fruit" of my plight.
I sometimes wondered how I could bear
Being single and searching for someone to care.
I shudder to think how one torn with desire
Might be forced to seek strangers or someone for hire.
I thought of diseases--at least thirty, I’m told.
Most are incurable. Most are quite old.
I thought of the kids without fathers or kin.
What a struggle to raise them! Where would I begin?
Then I heard of a way that some folks called, "Gay."
They could satisfy lust without having to "pay."
But I couldn’t imagine how they sated desire.
What way on this earth could they put out that fire?
These questions were answered. The media came through.
I was shocked and disgusted and horrified, too.
Dogs eating vomit is to me on a par
With disease-causing filth, these sex-practices are.
I’d be filled with grief. I am telling you true.
If I had to suffer the hell "Gays" go through!
A "Gay" woman was angry and demanded to know
Why some thought her lifestyle was a problem with woe!
EITHER--
Why do men make us feel like some kind of whore--
Paying for our services as if there weren’t more?
Men use our bodies to satisfy lust.
When they really want fun, they leave us in dust.
Literally-- "in dust!" To clean up the mess--
While they go out with the boys--nothing less!
Women protest, "I’ve got a good mind!
And I’m humorous, too, good at games--of some kind."
Women cry out, "What’s the matter with me?
Why can’t you enjoy my company?"
That’s why these gals ask over and over,
"Do you love me, or just a ‘Roll over, Rover!’?"
OR
To be worshipped--admired, as a likeness of self.
This wife is a partner who shares everything;
But when he goes to bed, it’s always a fling.
He may have a mistress or some whore he pays,
But he doesn’t want to have it both ways.
Women who care really despair.
Why can’t it be in all things we share?
EITHER--OR
As partners, as friends, as well as good lovers.
That puts us in a tight-fitting shoe.
We’re damned if we don’t, and we’re damned if we do!
All we have ever really wanted to do
Is to give our lives just to please you!
COMPLEMENTS OF THE HOUSE
I instinctively "stage" what complements you.
If you want to chase, I choose to flee.
The pleasure is in the chase, don’t you see!
If you nail a board, I hand you the nails,
We work as a team, and no project fails.
You drive the car, and I navigate.
I hand you the change as we near the tollgate.
I bathed, fed, and changed the babes of our crew.
To keep the others happy, you took them with you.
I didn’t move heavy objects; you didn’t do dishes.
Neither of us complained. We met each other’s wishes.
The division of labor was doing what’s natural.
Seems simple enough and ever so practical!
I don’t understand all the bickering fights,
And dissatisfied women who want unnatural rights.
It is time we recognize men and women are not identical; they are complements to one another, because of our differences. We are equal;
However we are not separate. Together, we are whole.
ADVOCATES OF ERA AND WOMEN’S LIBBERS
These thieves have robbed women of their rights and given their rights to men.Because they insisted on laws to be passed that were already on the books, they have robbed women of their joy, happiness, and sense of security. No wonder women are wearing long dresses, yearning for Victorian houses, and reading nineteenth century Romance novels! Women are really yearning for the days when men made the living, and they were free to make the living worthwhile.
Victorians used to say in fun,
"A man works from sun to sun.
But a woman’s work is never done.
" Weddings were often called "shot-gun!"
They laughed and sang and were always one.
They remained young.
GUILT, PAIN, AND DENIAL
METAMORPHOSIZES AS HOSTILE!
I met a woman who was dogmatically, dramatically, and dynamically pro-choice concerning abortion. She was adamant in her belief that any woman--and only that woman--who became pregnant, married or unmarried, had the right to decide whether the fetus inside her body should be aborted or not. She insisted that the matter concerned no one but herself. She denied that the fetus--which she called non-human, a "non-baby," or non-person--had any "rights," and that the man who caused the conception had no rights at all.
She saw no reason for a woman to be required by law to discuss the matter with her parents, a physician, a psychological counselor, or psychiatrist, as long as she felt capable and confident that her decision was the only practical solution for her. She said that no one had a right to compel any woman to carry a fetus for nine long months, only to be put up for adoption or raised as an unwanted child, under miserable and intolerable conditions.
According to her, "miserable and intolerable" could mean adverse physical conditions (poverty), or just "not being wanted." She also made the point the most men would not want to marry a woman, if they had to help rear another man’s child, which could prevent any chance for a happy marriage for a woman who decided against having an abortion.
I could not deny that most--if not all--of her arguments, concerning the expectant unwed mother and the "whatever-one-may-call it" that she had conceived were valid concerns. However, I could not agree that abortion was a "viable" solution to those problems, or that an abortion could not cause many more problems than a full-term pregnancy in which the child would be placed in a good and loving home.
But the statement she made that bothered me the most was that only Christian fanatics, who were narrow-minded bigots, were the only women who disagreed with her!
Unfortunately, any argument I made was considered as one by "one of those pro-life, blind-to-the-problems-involved maniacs." Naturally, she discounted everything that I said--no matter how reasonable or factual--based on "who I was," rather than on "how right I might be." And she called me a narrow-minded bigot!
I have the reputation, probably well earned, of not just letting something drop, even if I am obviously not getting anywhere. I just keep trying, often from a different angle or approach. I cannot let go unchallenged what I know to be a deception that causes destruction. If that attitude makes me a fanatic, then I am a fanatic. "Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me! So, there!" I was that kind of kid, and am now that kind of old lady.
The difference is that I now pray for guidance, but I have not learned to give up. First, I checked with the Lord by asking, "Am I being biased, unfair, over-religious without a brain-cell working?" I asked about the status of a fetus, and He immediately inspired me to write two essays on that subject, which appeared earlier in this particular section, Part IV. No one could argue with what the Lord gave me.
I continued to pray as to whether women had all those "rights" that they refuse to grant to others. I pleaded, "I need to know what to say to her that will not be rejected."
He answered, I will arrange for other conversations, but trust my Holy Spirit to guide you in response to her statements. Pay very close attention."
The next time we met, I admitted to the young woman that I was not totally against abortion in some cases--especially if the life of the mother was at stake. I told of an incident in our family where we all supported the only choice that we believed we had to save a mother’s life. The story is a tearjerker involving years of tragedy in which natural abortions had taken place--spontaneously, and death had been imminent in the past.
After hearing my story, she told me hers. She admitted that she had an abortion, felt no guilt or shame, and believed that she did the right thing, also. She stated that she was an activist for pro-choice and wanted to educate women as to options they had, without guilt being imposed by society. She insisted that she was not in favor of abortion per se, but she just believed every woman in that position should have free choice to make the decision as her right to do so. She concluded, "It is her body to do with as she pleases."
So far, I could understand where she was coming from, but not where she was going. Then she became a bit patronizing, "This is the United States of America--the land of the free--or at least, that is what I believe, don’t you?"
For a moment, I forgot to wait on the Lord, I think. I retorted, "Are you talking about liberty or license"? We were on the verge of getting hateful again. Fortunately, the Lord intervened just in the nick of time. He put it in my head to ask in a more conciliatory manner, "If it is not too painful for you to discuss, would you mind telling me why you decided to have an abortion in the first place?"
My question irritated her because she still insisted that the decision was not--and should not--be "painful." But she condescended to answer my question, anyway. She stated, "I certainly don’t mind discussing the matter at all!" She explained that she was unmarried at the time, was too immature to rear a child or marry the father of the child, and had no means of supporting any child herself. She said that she did not want to interrupt her education, or go through a pregnancy, only to give the child up for adoption.
The Lord spoke to me again saying, "Ask her if she discussed the matter of the pregnancy with anyone else before making the decision." She answered that she discussed the matter with her parents and they had agreed with her decision.
The Lord impressed on me to pursue the matter, "Did you confide in anyone else, before you told your parents?" She said that she told no one, until she missed her second period; then she consulted a physician--not her family physician--to confirm whether she was pregnant or not.
The Lord told me to ask what seemed trivial to me at the time, "What did you say to the doctor, exactly? You told him, "I am--what?"
She became somewhat impatient at my persistence and retorted, "I said that I thought I was pregnant, what else?"
The Lord nudged me to continue, "Were those your exact words?"
She shrugged, "Why is all this so important to you?"
Since I was not sure, I answered honestly, "I don’t know. I think I am just trying to understand your position." I laughed, "Maybe, I just don’t like to be called a religious, narrow-minded fanatic. Did you really say, I think I am pregnant?" I did not know why!
She relaxed and tried to remember. "What else would I say?" I waited while she was thinking.
Finally, I agreed, "That is probably what I would say, I think." In my case, however, I was always so excited, I think I just said, "I think we are going to have a baby."
The Lord instructed me again to break the silence, "Did you tell anyone else, after you learned that you were pregnant?"
She surprised me, "Yes, I told my boyfriend."
The Lord said to ask, "Did you think he was the father?"
"Of course, he was the father. I knew he had to be!" She definitely resented the question.
With considerable caution, I continued, "What did you say, when you gave him the news?"
She must have been aware of my kid-glove approach, because she responded with precise self-control, "I said--and I remember very well that conversation-- "We are going to have a baby, and that is the truth. I checked."
I continued, "Were you guys happy about it, at first?"
She explained, "I was more anxious to get my boyfriend’s reaction than anything else. I wanted him to be happy. I was in love. I was foolishly hoping that we could get married at the ages of seventeen, and live happily ever after. We were just kids!"
Her sense of loss was very apparent at this point, and she had all my sympathy. Since I am not a stoic, I am certain my feelings were all over my face. The Lord prompted me again, "When did you stop thinking, just like a kid, and become the woman who was qualified to make her momentous decision?"
Oops! Talk about cornered tigresses! I was almost embarrassed by the glare designed to destroy me, that she shot in my direction, but I cannot apologize for anything that the Lord directs me to say, because I know from experience that His words always heal--eventually, if not sooner.
She finally spoke somewhat between her teeth, "I should refuse to answer any more of your ridiculous questions, but for your information, I shall repeat one very important fact that my parents agreed with my decision wholeheartedly--and even paid for the abortion. I did not make the decision based on my inexperience."
The Lord said that I should agree, "Then you really do agree that young unmarried women who find themselves pregnant should consult their parents before making such a significant decision--for moral support, if nothing else." I added, "I get the impression that you did not want the abortion, before you talked to your parents."
The lady protested, "I did not make up my mind until my boyfriend said he couldn’t marry me. Then, I decided--I decided-to have an abortion. I told my parents of my decision and they agreed. My mother was too old and sickly to raise a child, and I was too young to raise a child alone. It was as simple as that."
"When did you decide that your baby was a fetus? I mean, you said that you told your boyfriend, ‘We are going to have a baby’."
Without missing a beat or giving it a thought, she began, "Af----."
Then she clamped her mouth shut and studied my face for a very long and embarrassing (for me) moment. I was obviously uncomfortable, which gave her some satisfaction and the courage to regain her composure. She glanced at her watch and suggested, "I have an appointment. Do you mind? I know that you are beginning to see the light, and I would like to continue this fascinating discussion at a later date. You are much too intelligent to continue in your narrow-minded dogmatic beliefs based on ignorance and lack of experience in these matters."
No, I did not scratch her eyes out! Instead, I had the last word, "Many men do not recognize conceptions as being babies until they are born, whether they are Christians,
heathens, or atheists. But every woman that I ever knew, whether Hindus, Buddhists, Moslems, one devil worshipper, pagans, Jews, or Christians believe at the moment of their conceptions, that they are carrying babies. Have you ever heard a woman say, "I am carrying a non-baby, a fetus? And if a woman has a natural abortion, she always says, "I lost my baby!"
The lady murmured, "I really do have to go. Later!"
The Lord interrupted my thoughts after she left, "She needs to deal with her guilt instead of rationalizing it away by calling her baby a fetus. Next time you meet, tell her about me. She is suffering inside, and that is the cause of her fanatic desire to convince everyone that she is not guilty. Remember your Shakespeare, ‘Methinks, she protesteth too much.’ He understood that all His children protest and defend their guilt instead of confessing it so that they can be rid of it forever."
LIES AND LINES
Every mother’s daughter should be warned that all men lie truthfully at dusk, and truthfully lie their way out the door at dawn. What woman hasn’t been fed the old line,
"If you love me, you will."? In the old days, girls were not tempted by worms, because they had been warned about the hook. They would wisely respond, "If you don’t love me enough to marry me first, then you do not love me enough."
"DON’T ASK ME!" SAID THE DOCTOR.
I know an obstetrician who planned with his wife to have four children--no more.
He was very red-faced, when his wife became pregnant with number five. He excused the "accident" with his usual charm, "I can’t hang my pants on the end of our bed without getting my wife pregnant."
This doctor advised any number of his patients, wives who did not want any more children, how to use IUD’s, condoms, and other contraceptives, and even explained methods in which prospective mothers could take their temperature each day to determine the most likely--or least likely--days they would become pregnant. Most women were very satisfied with the results they obtained from following his instructions, and he was an exceptionally popular physician.
However, by the time his wife gave birth to their ninth child, the whole town was laughing and "warning" everyone not to ask that doctor how to keep from getting pregnant, because he "obviously does not know what causes babies."
The good doctor had an excellent income, a good loving home, and one more child was probably welcome, in spite of the couple’s resolve to have only four. Although, the doctor’s wife was quick to express her chagrin each time she learned she was pregnant. She said, "His advice works for everyone but me!"
The moral of this story is that everyone apparently expects kids, noted for their irresponsible and thoughtless behavior, to be educated to use condoms properly to prevent pregnancies. Kids are notorious for not using them at all--but properly? The story I told is definitely true. It is no wonder that more college girls are turning up with unwanted pregnancies than ever before in history!
You cannot educate away the carelessness, hyperactive hormones, and the bad judgment that are inherent in all youth. Rules and regulations to protect young women, and to make virginity, marriage, and abstinence fashionable are choices that worked about forty-odd years ago. Maybe, we should try those measures again.
THE PSYCHIATRIST CONFESSES
A psychiatrist told this story about himself. He was an M D, and his wife had a PhD in psychology when they married. They agreed that he should continue his education to become a psychiatrist while she worked.
Shortly after marriage, he became annoyed at his young bride, because of the way she squeezed toothpaste from the middle of the tube. He patiently explained his annoyance and demonstrated the proper way the tube should be squeezed.
Much to his surprise, she reacted to his simple request with an extraordinary burst of temper, and told him in no uncertain terms how petty he was. She flatly stated that she could squeeze the tube anyway she pleased, and she continued to do so.
The argument could have been settled in various ways by two well-educated intelligent people that one would expect to "know better." He could have decided to accept his wife’s little idiosyncrasies, or she could have complied with his petty request. Or they could have purchased separate tubes of toothpaste and done as they pleased.
Instead, they continued to bicker until the arguments became so intense that they included practically every other area of their lives. The pain that the wife felt over the original criticism was compounded as being insulting and demeaning. She even recalled that his patience was patronizing in the manner a father would use to reprimand a child. She gritted her teeth just thinking about how he had actually demonstrated how she should squeeze the tube by rolling up the bottom!
"What does he think I am, a two-year-old?" And that is exactly what her husband must have thought remembering her reaction, "What is the matter with her? She is acting like a two-year-old, and all I did was ask her to roll the tube up from the bottom, instead of squeezing it in the middle!"
He did not have a clue as to what caused her unreasonable anger. He would have done better, if he had just muttered, "I know I am being petty, but would you please squeeze the tube from the end instead of the middle. This drives me nuts!" At least, his wife might not have felt downright humiliated or "assassinated by his kindness."
Perhaps, the most common reason a woman is made to feel unloved is this critical attitude on the part of her husband over petty annoyances without any interest shown as to why "dinner is late" or the socks he expected to be in his drawer, "were still in the laundry."
The one thing no woman wants to admit is that her real reaction to feeling unloved is that it makes her feel like a prostitute, when her husband expects her to respond to his loving advances. At such moments, the criticism looms in her mind, and she is suddenly reminded that he does not respect her or love her for herself, and just wants to "use her." She is cold to his advances, and he doesn’t have a clue as to why.
She may pretend to respond as a duty, just as any prostitute does for money, but prostitutes do it better, and are rewarded, at least, for their services! If a woman cooks, cleans and cares for her husband’s children as well as satisfies his sexual needs, because it is her duty, she is not a happy camper!
On the other hand, a woman who is treated like an equal, who feels respected and loved and is never psychologically, socially and/or verbally humiliated or abused will be loyal and faithful as a dog. She will do everything in her power to serve him and satisfy him in every way with pure joy and total abandonment. It is not unusual for these lucky wives to say, "I want to bear your children to show you how much I love you, no matter how painful or how risky to my life."
Unfortunately, most men, including psychiatrists, do not understand these simple principles for being kings in their own homes, and they tend to resort to the same bullying tactics to manipulate their wives that work very well when dealing with other men. Men have no desire to serve, and women want to serve a leader who respects them.
Therefore, true to his nature, the psychiatrist continued to make more and more demands, and his wife continued to become colder and colder in the bedroom with frequent "headaches."
He began to complain about her petty expenditures, and told her that he expected her to make a budget and account for every penny, forgetting that she was the one who was bringing home the paycheck. It is odd that men who are dissatisfied sexually become miserly, and women not satisfied sexually become extravagant--as an emollient for their "wounds," perhaps.
What began with a tiff over toothpaste escalated into a full-blown war involving the most serious problems in any marriage--sex and money. This story is far more typical than most young lovers realize, and it is well to understand that arguments over sex and money are both major causes of divorce. But the "first cause" of the more serious problems probably begins over something trivial. A man who makes a habit of being critical is telling the truth when he says, "I do not understand women."
What I haven’t told you is that the warfare becomes much worse between these otherwise rational beings, before it gets better. One day, in the heat of debate, the doctor hauls off and smacks her husband, the would-be psychiatrist, right across the side of his smirking face!
Without thinking, the shocked M D instinctively shoved his wife back in self-defense, but more vigorously than he had intended. She stumbled and fell, hitting the back of her head on the corner of an end table. She lay motionless, with a glazed look in her still-open eyes.
The M D, stunned at his own capacity for violence, suddenly realized what a fool he had been, as he rushed to his beloved wife’s side--checking her eyes for signs of concussion. With tears in his own eyes he gushed, "I’m sorry, Baby, I’m sorry! You can squeeze the damn toothpaste anyway you please, just speak to me!"
He applied wet towels to her head, and she soon rallied in response to her husband’s skillful care, and she also weakly expressed her remorse. "All this is my fault. From now on, I’ll make a point to squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom."
The psychiatrist tells this story over and over to his students who attend the University where he is a professor on a part-time basis, and also to young couples who seek help for their marital problems. He believes that this story has literally cured cases of deep depression in both men and women who have reached a standstill in their relationships. He knows it works as well as most tranquilizers, and he thinks it is safer.
An honest confession and repentance can work miracles in any relationship, and it really doesn’t matter which partner goes first. The other will respond in kind. The trick is that couples should not reach the knock-down-drag-out stage before one of them is smart enough to admit he or she is wrong.
I wish that I had started that habit a long time ago. As soon as I detect the slightest negative reaction in someone else over my words or actions, I ask, "What did I say or do wrong?"
I may never find out, because the fact that I asked makes others decide that they might be over-sensitive. They may smile weakly and admit, "Oh, nothing!" And it usually is. I wish that someone who makes me feel terrible would give me a chance to answer that question! I would sometimes like a chance to say, "Oh, nothing!"
WE MUST UNDERSTAND BASIC DIFFERENCES
The importance of understanding the basic differences between the sexes on the part of both men and women should be obvious--but it obviously is not!
For example: The following has been said and applauded for years.
"Women should be able to dress anyway they please, and men are just going to have to learn to control themselves."
That statement is tantamount to saying that women should be able to throw gasoline all over the house, light a match to it, and expect the fire to put itself out!
Another myth that has been around way too long:
"Why don’t we go to my place?" Or "Your place or mine?"
Because women do not recognize the basic difference between men and women, they fall for such "invitations" every time and often get raped. Why? Because men think women accept these invitations for the same reason they extend them, and they feel cheated when their "guests" suddenly decide to "play hard to get." Women do not seem to realize that just going to his place means she is a "consenting adult" in his mind!
As a widow in my seventies, I do not write to please men, just because most publishers are men. I believe such an attitude is a serious handicap. I wish that younger women also would stop trying to please men by denying their own natures.
I just hope younger women start taking charge of their lives and their own bodies, before they feel compelled to take charge of the bodies of their unborn children.
Men certainly are not concerned about that problem, or they would ask you to marry them first. Even then, their concern may be dubious. Unfortunately, divorces are also between "consenting adults," whether their kids consent or not.
ONE WOMAN’S POINT-OF VIEW
One preacher taught that we should pray
To be chastised or we’ll go astray.
He called it painful, but if we are sincere,
We will ask for reproof and hold it dear.
Another sage said, "The wise welcome what’s due--
Rejoice in God’s will, when He chastises you.
But I have learned--and want to share--
That God loves us and guides us with care.
The Master’s choice is only to chide
The one who resists and has selfish pride.
His Word is sweet. His Word set me free.
If that is chastisement, you could have fooled me.