I love writing this blog series. Why? Because I get to poke holes in the conventional, contemporary politically correct stereotypes. And, I sincerely believe that the differences between men and women are genuine and trying to conflate them to fit some academic model of humanity simply denies our humanity. And, for those that know me, I like to provoke…discussion. I’m still waiting for some ardent feminists or Women’s Studies students or professors to weigh in with their comments. So, shall we take on Sexism? Yeah, let’s go for it and I’m going to reveal an embarrassing story along the way!
Valentine’s Day may be our woman’s favorite holiday, but it is definitely NOT “Dad’s” favorite or, for that matter, mine. Shopping for Valentine’s Day is never fun. I wrote about it last here in the column, Guys Hate Valentine’s Day.
Men vs. Women. So, you’re asking what took me so long to get to this topic for this ongoing series. My answer is simple. It’s too easy. Men and women are different. Yes, I repeat that in every column in this series, but it bears repeating. Perhaps there’s no more stark a difference than in how we approach sexuality and how we practice/act upon our sexual needs and urges.
The first article in this new series of differences between men and women took on how we handle money. This one is about how we communicate. As with every article in this ongoing series, I continue to believe that men and women are inherently different, due to our genetics, biology, and to some degree our environment and/or upbringing. However, I don’t believe the latter plays a big factor except when it’s horrific, like in the case of child abuse, severe disabilities, and/or illness.
#DadChat is never afraid to tackle the tough topics. Tough is Infidelity. But, we had a relationship expert to take us through this chat – @AllanaPratt – Thursday, September 27 from 6:00 – 7:00 p.m. PT/9:00 – 10:00 p.m. ET. Note: Moms are ALWAYS welcome at #DadChat. If you missed this spirited discussion, follow the transcript!
When my parents died, I realized that I was in many ways representing the most senior of generations in my small family. Thankfully, we still have my one older cousin, Sandy, but there are no other “senior” members left. However, I was fortunate to have married into a new family on my wife’s side, with my second marriage a few years ago.