Raising his son, Dad does not take his son to fierce dog fights, does not allow him to taste beer, does not teach the soldier's humor, does not go fishing with him.
Recently I discussed with one intelligent woman from St. Petersburg, from the street Partizan German, a permanent crisis in relations between modern women and men. The overwhelming majority of Russian women choose their husbands from what is available, and then live with them almost always out of despair. Not because the bar is somehow too high. But because, in all honesty, the overwhelming majority of Russian males are just a member on legs. Often a completely unimportant member, mind you.
I preferred polemics to bewildered compromise. True, all the little that I could defend is that the current situation does not give a man the opportunity to be a man in the full, original sense of the word. I tried to cover this topic earlier in my playful articles with a touch of cheerful sadness. Like, there is no war, there is no need to hunt, the factories were closed. Even a skilled cabinetmaker from the village of Innakh (Chukotka) is now losing out to an equally skillful master, for example, from the sunny state of Udaipur (India). In comparison with him, he is simply not needed by anyone.
This is all clear. In our time, the population cannot be massively successful, working with their hands and earning salaries. To be massively successful in our time, you need to trade in the market, sell all sorts of intangible things in the office, or stupidly steal. Then the woman will look at you with approval. And the shame of how this money is earned will pass. After all, everything passes.
But then a sacramental phrase thundered. All this, they say, is to blame for the "generations of men raised by women." They are the ones who are not capable of a strong masculine "um". Their shoulder offered to the woman is not firm enough. The actions are scanty and insignificant. They are not capable of great feelings and great sacrifices. And so on …
What can a woman teach? Caution, accuracy - these are the positive qualities. Well, it’s also delicious to cook. But this is not what the male breed needs. A thoroughbred male is an adventurer, a boor and a drunkard. Kidding. This is an adventurer, a swindler and a rapist. This is also only partly true. A man is a strong wall. Not always financially, but morally - it's a muscle made of nerves. It's a nerve as thick as a leg. And, moreover, capable of loving wildly and powerfully, like a breakwater.
And who is a man raised by a woman? This is usually the victim of a divorce of two unresponsible villains - mom and dad. According to the laws of dubious justice, the child almost always stays with the mother. She starts to rush with him like a crystal toilet bowl. First, he is the memory of all the good things that they had with his father. And secondly, now it is necessary to become the main one for him, to oust from his memory the image of the “accidental” man of her life. Hyper-care and non-male upbringing begins.
Dad does not take his son to fierce dog fights, does not allow him to taste beer, does not teach soldier humor, does not go fishing with him. Does not plan the boat, does not pull the bow. What is life without daddy? Is this life at all? Yes, another dad will surely come, the next - but rarely will he receive the trust from someone else's child, which, perhaps, he deserves. And will he teach him to be a man as his own child would teach him? Great question. Reflecting on these topics, I now feel myself, honestly, like a curly, bow-legged journalist from the TV series "Sex and the City".
I remember myself when my parents served in distant socialist Germany, and I was given to my grandmother to be raised. Forever wrapped in scarves, in three warmest pants, fed by the clock, protected from the disgusting wonders of the world around me, I grew up like a hydrangea.
"Ride your bike only along our street!" - inspired the grandmother. "Olezha, outside for only half an hour!" she demanded pleadingly. And I would have grown to be a sucker and nothing if it were not for a vile character. I have not fulfilled a single covenant of the main women of my life. I skipped all decent terms, made friends with outcasts and rebels, went to hell on Easter cakes on a moped, smoked and read a sex textbook on the walls of the men's room.
I had and still have a father - one and only and beautiful, like the sun god, but women … After all, they raised him too - the two of us. We resisted as best we could, and not without success.
But this is the lyrics. Practice requires some kind of logical conclusion from everything written above. And the conclusion is that it is rhetorical. So, society leaves us to be raised by women in any case. Women try as best they can, educating us as best they can. So why don't they want to reap the fruits of their "efforts" afterwards ?! Yes, you yourself raised men like that! And now you don’t agree that you have such silly husbands … Not in terms of your figure - but in essence of nature.
Maybe we should collect desires into a cam and correlate them with the possibilities? Let the regional courts and other authorities leave the children with their fathers - no matter how bogus they are! A man should be raised only by a man! He can become elegant, learn etiquette later. But if in childhood the son was given up to be raised in the female half of the harem, marry him yourself. Just don’t despise him for it.