MEN ARE OVERGROWN BABIES
I am a man,
I have few strands of hairs under my jaw, I have a baritone voice, I have few
whiskers above my upper lip. Again, I stand up to urinate. Finally, I have
erections every morning when I wake up.
The reason
for this unconventional and outlandish style of starting an essay is to state
the obvious. I AM A MAN. I am sure that my being a man will be questioned by
male chauvinists and gender bigots.
Factually, I
do not in any way applaud the concept of feminism. My reason? ‘It is a guarded secret’. All I know is that
the stuff doesn’t go down well with me. It just unsettles me.
I stand in
awe of great women. Their strength and panache is just out of this world-it is
top-notch. Their brilliance is unparalleled. When I see them, the yearning for
greatness in me bows and greets the already made greatness in them. When I
stand in the threshold of their awesomeness, I never in anyway become gender
conscious. Success isn’t homogenized to one gender alone. Gender prejudice is
dire blasphemy to me. I am just an advocator of a level playing ground for the
both genders.
When I say
that men are oversized babies, I do not mean that men are infants, I do not
mean that we are still suckling’s. (At least not in the real sense of being a
suckling). I mean that we are big babies
who are basking in the euphoria of patriarchy.
In my early
readings as a child, I remember lucidly an assertion that meant nothing to me
then. It says “the higher your need, the lesser your control”.
The needs of
men are countless. To mention a few; good food, good sex, good care. Etc .
Looking at
these needs,