Let us begin with, man whores
Eww, just saying it gives me the heebie geebies.
I’m envisioning a derelict type who will nail anything that moves. Non-discriminating.
There is no official definition of man whore in Merriam Webster. I didn’t think there would be.
For the record, while my heroes have been around the block several times, they are discriminating. Quite frankly for them sex primarily is a release. Something that feels good. A physical act. For their own reasons, they are not looking for love, but a good time with no strings, no messy good-byes, no uncomfortable morning-afters. They are rolling stones. Until of course they are stopped by circumstances and broadsided by a certain female.
So, why doesn’t it bother me to read or write about men who sport fuck, but I don’t care to read about women who do? Admittedly it is a double standard, and I will also admit that there is one in my house. My girls who are the oldest were never allowed to go to field parties, they had air tight curfews, they were not allowed go joy riding or say, “Hey, Mom, I’m going to a party at so and soes, then I’m spending the night at Suzie’s.” Nope never happened. Nor would I allow either of them to get a tattoo as long as they lived in my house.
Now, the boys? After their football games, there were the field parties, and they spent the night out, they went joy riding and their curfews were flexible. Tattoos? No problem, but only one, and it had to be approved by moi. As it turns out all three of my guys have the same tat, so it’s a Tabke guy thang.
The girls screamed, “That’s not fair!”
I just shrugged and said, “Sorry, there is a double standard in this house.”
Now, when the boys wanted to get their ears pierced? I laid down the law. “No.”
“But the girls have theirs pierced!”
“So, they’re girls.”
They would walk away shaking their heads and mumbling, “That just isn’t right.”
Right or wrong, it’s my house, my rules.
Now would I not give one of my heroines a tattoo? There was a time I wouldn’t have, but I’ve mellowed. I think they are okay, some of them. I have a writer friend who has tats on her arms, they are cool, very cool. Who knows, maybe one day I might get one too.
But this goes to show how divided I am as a parent in what I deem acceptable for one gender and not the other. Am I right? For me I am. For others, no.
While society has loosened up some, i.e. women in touch with their sexuality is no longer taboo, a level of double-standard mentality still exists (I am a prime example of it).
And here’s the thing, it’s ok. So long as I don’t stand up on a pulpit and preach that my beliefs are right and yours are wrong, it’s ok.
I personally cannot abide for children or young adults to use profanity in my presence. Especially when I see younger family members use it around the older family members. It shows a complete lack of respect. My kids know they will get their teeth knocked out if they drop an ef bomb around their grandparents.
It’s a running joke amongst my older son’s friends. They know they are not allowed to cuss around me, and it’s hilarious to hear them jump on each other when they slip. And they do slip.
Now, here is the double standard. I swear like a sailor with certain GF’s. I rarely drop an ef bomb where my kids can here it, although I would be lying if I said I never did. You should see their eyebrows go up.
They do not like hearing that language come out of their mother’s mouth.
Hubby on the other hand? Sigh, a continuous battle.
I know when he is with the boys they talk like sailors. I know when there were choir practices at my house the entire neighborhood could have gone up in smoke there were so many profanities flying around, and not only that, vivid descriptions I had a choice. Stay or go. It was not going to change.
So, this was a long way to go, but any thoughts on why double standards are there? And like me do you have them in your house, or am I a dinosaur?