Pauline Philip

What do women want from us? That is the question that has been asked by men since the dawn of time. I’m sure the first moment that Adam and the snake were away from Eve that’s what they talked about.. Well I am here to tell you that the modern day female, today’s woman as we like to call ourselves, has simple wants. She simply wants everything. Women have made great advances over the last few decades and right now no one is surprised to see a woman pop up in any situation...There are women “running things” in every facet of society. They’re educated and earn their own money. With the exception of Roman Catholic priest or Imam, women can pretty much take up any career they wish and look good doing it too. As a result of this expansion, women expect men to take on some of the responsibilities that were formerly considered to be “woman’s work”; they expect men to assist in child minding and rearing as well as hold up their end in cooking and cleaning or to at least help in paying someone else to do it. Sounds fair enough right? But what about all that other stuff that women expected from men in the “good old days” when the little ladies spent most of their time in the kitchen, pregnant and well if not shoeless at least in bedroom slippers? Well guess what? They want all that stuff too!!!!! Yes, women still want to be taken care of, doors opened, garbage disposed of, tyres changed, dinners paid for... we want the whole nine yards. So let’s recap, today’s powerful, money- making, Manolo- wearing female car owner with a private pension plan and her own flat, wants a man who will bring home the bacon, feed it to the children, spend some of the money on her, then sit on the couch with her, watch Nottinghill (and like it!) cry in all the right bits, kill roaches, pump iron and change the oil in her car when she needs it. Simple. Come on ladies that guy doesn’t exist or if he does he just exchanged rings in a touching commitment ceremony with a guy named Bruce. When our star started ascending and the world finally consented to open more of its doors to women, we should have accepted then and there that for every stride forward we had to be prepared to give something up. Just as men have had to make adjustments to facilitate the liberated woman, we of the clan of the mammary, have to be willing to make some concessions too. So if on his way out the door to take the little ones to the beach for the day he forgets to take out the garbage, well haul the darn thing to the curb yourself! It’s great for the biceps! Kill some roaches by yourself too, although if he jumps up on the couch and starts shrieking like a banshee every time a bug flies in the window....well, see the previous paragraph. As one of my good friends is fond of saying “one hand can’t tango.” Okay she’s a little challenged but you get where I’m coming from, right?