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Whipped? This kind of relates to that whole argument about chivalry and how it was viewed that I wrote about a long while back. It relates to it in the way that both of these topics are about the relationships between the sexes and...involve things that have bugged me personally :P So i was in class again, my only class this year that I share with Lauren and she happened to be absent today. Most likely because of the horrible driving conditions today. But anyway, as get into the class and as the prof begins the lecture, I open my binder and start taking notes. One of her friends, a girl sitting next to me, expresses her amazement in the fact that I'm taking notes for once. She had been in the first half of the class the past semester and as the semester wore on...I got lazier and lazier and it was a wonder if I took a page of notes in one hour and half lecture. So anyway, after goggling for a moment, she asks me WHY was I taking notes. The first response that popped into my head and out of my mouth was that I was taking down notes so that I could pass them along to Lauren because I knew that she would want to have them. I mean, nevermind all of the other, also perfectly valid, reasons as to why I was taking notes...that I would need them for exam time later on, that I was ALWAYS an attentive student when the semester just started...no, I told her that I was taking down notes for Lauren because she wasn't there. It was the first response that came outta my mouth because I guess, it was the first response inside my head as well. Nevermind the exam time cause it was too far off for me to see and screw being a good student because all this week, I really haven't given a shit about that. I was taking notes for her...so that she wouldn't feel like she'd missed anything from that class because of her decision to (safely) not drive in the ice rain and snow that was falling all day. Next thing you know...her friend and the guy beside her (a friend of hers), start saying that I was totally and utterly whipped. Now...I gotta stand back a moment here and say in capital letters, WHAT THE FUCK?! Suddenly, a guy trying to do something nice for his girl is considered whipped and beyond recovery. How the hell does that work? If a guy DOESN'T want to be considered whipped, is he supposed to suddenly never do anything nice or thoughtful for her at all? Hell, if that's the case, we all might as well revert back to the caveman days when men OWNED women. Now would that be much better? At the very least it would solve the problem...women call men whipped, they end up beaten or killed by their owners. Now ain't that just a great and dandy idea? The way things are going...the world around us makes it harder and harder for guys to be nice to the women that they love. If a guy does nice things with or without being asked, he's suddenly considered whipped. If a guy tries to be sensitive to a girl's feelings, he's considered a wuss. If he enjoys doing romantic things? He's a sap. Course, it's not as if there's any refuge to be found in the opposite direction either. If a guy starts getting too harsh or insensitive, the woman calls him a caveman and fights with him or leaves him. We seem to be living in a black and white world as much as people say otherwise... As for me...why do I do the things I do if I know the consequences...if I know what people will consider me if I do? For the simplest reason of all I guess...because I want to make her happy. There's no ulterior motive for me, no hidden agenda, I have no fiendish plan or scheme ready to put into action once I've done enough of these little gestures. There's nothing more than the simple wish to see the woman I love made happy by something I've done. Is it too much to ask to not be criticized or taunted because of it? |