Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Manly

So it's been kind of a theme around here lately, me trying to figure out what manly means to me. It's gone along with me trying to figure out what it means to be feminine, because I know that running around like a crazy person and making myself sick isn't what being a woman is supposed to be about, no matter how much the 80s feminist superwomen I was raised by tried to convince me it was.

Here's one of the things that I am very clear on...the ability to make decisions reads as very manly to me. I don't want a puppy dog to follow me around, carrying my purse. "Whatever you want to do" should really never come out of a guy's mouth. It's a a trick to find out what I want to do and then tell me to do exactly that, but it's one of the hottest things that a guy can do.

I'm a bit of a control enthusiast, in the sense that George Lucas is probably a bit of a control enthusiast. I have more than enough responsibility to be getting on with. I'm usually running scared, a half second ahead of things blowing up, but I get my shit done. My job gets done, my contracts get fulfilled, my mortgage gets paid. Always. But after that, I have zero desire to make another freaking decision. I'd rather kick a puppy than tell another guy what to do. I'm not your friggin mommy, and I don't want to be.

Pick the movie. Plan the restaurant. Choose my outfit. If you're confident enough to go for it, order me dinner. Let me relax and not have to do everything. Lesson one in being manly around me.