The Women Don't Geddit

Recently a friend of mine commented on a girl's blog titled 'The Men Don't Geddit'. It occurred to me how little I actually see men express themselves, and when they do, I usually find what they say to be superfluous. I felt I should say something. Anything. I am in a strange mood. So here goes.

Women want their men to be strong, to be able to handle any situation, to catch any curveballs thrown their way, to make light of dark circumstances, to find enough cheer for two persons where there is precious little to nourish even one. These are big shoes to fill, but we willingly take on the role that, presumably, ten thousand years of evolving expectations have laid on our shoulders, or at the very least, we try. Because, we must. However, strength and hardness are two very different faces of the same coin, frequently and fatally mistaken for each other. A strong person bends with the wind; a hard person will break, catastrophically. Push a man over the limit of his strength, and he will become as hard as he has to be, though both parties may never recognize the tragic difference. And nothing will ever be quite the same.