I am sooooo delving into the world of a stereotype, and I apologize ahead of time to any guys reading this who don’t fit.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what I don’t know about men. I’m approaching 50, my husband will get to 60 first.
As I’m typing this at the kitchen table, my husband is watching a documentary on Netflix 10 feet away from me, and commenting/asking questions. I just heard “Buddy Holly was on The Ed SulllivanShow,” “Wow, the wind is really blowing, it’s a good thing that we aren’t on the Raceway (a local bar/restaurant) patio now”, and, then “Thanks for talking to me.” Mind you, he knows that I’m writing.
But this dance has not changed in the 16 years we’ve been together.
And he isn’t the only guy I know who is afflicted with the, “you should pay attention to me now, not because it’s an emergency, but it’s because I want…” affliction.
My dad has never been this way.
My husband calls my cell mid-day (and now he has figured out how to text) to tell me what aging rock star has died. If I don’t answer or text back within a reasonable time period, I have to explain later that I was in the middle of a 6 hour training.
My mom exhibits similar behavior.
It’s not just my husband. At work there is a standing team meeting on Wednesday mornings—unless my boss (who has a penis)—decides that he has something else to do.
There is only one other person on the team, and the 3 of us talk all the time.
(I just found out that my husband has the album that they are talking about on the documentary)
Bossman also comes into the meetings, when they happen, with no warning, and asks questions like “What is our vision for the next year?”
There is nothing wrong with that question, but I’m pretty sure that producing an on-the-spot answer is damn near impossible.
(My husband just shared that he has to squirt. Probably wouldn’t have figured that out as he walked into the bathroom.)
So I guess what I want to know is what makes guys think that whatever is going on in their lives is so important?
(It’s 5 O’clock, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame concert is on).
It has to be something about testosterone, or maybe conditioning, or maybe society. But I clearly remember waking up a few times a night to feed a new baby while my hubby slept. It didn’t require both of us, one of us might as well sleep.
(David Byrne is doing the Bowie tribute)