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Cut the Guys Some Slack

14 Feb

Everywhere you went this last week you saw them: desperate guys hoping to stay out of trouble with their ladies. I think of the one I saw a year ago at the supermarket checkout at 9 at night, clutching a bouquet of flowers so wilted it seemed like week-old romaine.

We both looked down at it when he placed it on the belt. “Hey it’s the thought that counts!” he said defensively.

My own man Old Dave is never defensive when he presents such gifts.  He felt GOOD about the can of WD-40 he gave me one year. Ditto the jumper cables I got the next year. When our kids were little, what I did was to make a huge deal of Valentine’s Day, with food coloring even. (Pink milk! Mashed potatoes the color of Strawberry Shortcake’s petticoats!)

What he did was bring us one small square box of fudge.

One year anyway. Oh and one year he bought me a card, though he didn’t bother signing it.

It must have been the following year that I got some ‘marriage revenge’ by washing his underpants with my dark-red sweater. But I had less understanding then. And the world was very different.

I think of the old jokes male stand-up comics used to make, like ”My wife: Can’t live with her, can’t live without her.“ And “My wife: She’s so big that when she sits around the house she sits AROUND the house.” You don’t hear those anymore. Things shifted somewhere along the line and now nobody DARES make fun of women. Rather, we show how evolved we are by making fun of men.

Think about it: All over the media men are now portrayed as louts or goofballs, or well-meaning doofuses, like the Phil Dunphy character on ABC’s Modern Family.

Only that’s not what men are like at all, at least not in my experience.

I say this because in my line of work I get to talk to a lot of strangers. I also receive a lot of e-mails, a surprising amount of them from men.

One man wrote to say that when he moved to his new town and began reading my column in his local paper he thought of me as his first friend in the area. I found that an extremely sensitive and generous thing to say.

Another wrote to tell about a cat he drove past that morning as the poor thing lay by the side of the road, just as his neighbor sped going in the other direction. He stopped his car. He saw the blood.  “I think my neighbor hit her without realizing it,” he wrote in this email that I still have.  “My first thought was to knock frantically on doors, but instead I called Animal Control because the cat was still alive. “I hope I made the right decision,” he added, “but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

And a third man wrote once to describe how kind and sensitive his young sons were when his best friend died. “Joseph is having fun in Heaven,’” one told him. “Someday you’ll make a new friend,” said the other gently.

Men are louts and dopes and goofballs? I don’t think so. Men are our partners in adulthood, our allies, who find themselves living in a culture that paradoxically still feels free to mock signs of tenderness in them.

So what do I care if my man doesn’t ‘deliver’ on this shamelessly commercial shakedown of a day? When for me, secretly, it’s been enough to have a good set of jumper cables, and that fresh can of WD-40 when I need it.

So thanks Dave for all the fun. It was those veiny forearms that caught me but all the fun we’ve had since then that has kept me by you. (Arms so famous they’re on display in the world’s coolest art gallery!  :-) )

the david hand

 

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11 responses to “Cut the Guys Some Slack

  1. Joan

    February 14, 2013 at 10:01 am

    Yes indeed: Mike’s Dave. I remember when my husband gave me a snow shovel, and another time, a self-propelled vacuum cleaner which I still have. But there’s nothing better than WD 40 for things that stick, and duct tape for things that don’t.

     
    • Terry Marotta

      February 14, 2013 at 10:27 am

      ha ha “Mike’s Dave”! Also relish the wit and pith of the 3-in-1 and duct tape observation.. YOU should be writing for the public Joan!

       
      • Joan

        February 14, 2013 at 1:42 pm

        Yes, that IS part of my checkered past. Now I would rather read Terry and Brian.

         
  2. Ann McFarland

    February 14, 2013 at 10:11 am

    Oh, Terry, you have so nailed it! Thank you for the truth, expressed with such humor and grace.

    Happy Valentine’s day to you and your readers! We are a lucky bunch!

     
    • Terry Marotta

      February 14, 2013 at 10:24 am

      Ann same to you but I think I’m the lucky one, ‘knowing’ you all as I have come to do!

       
  3. Rick Horowitz

    February 14, 2013 at 3:11 pm

    Many thanks, Terry! (Signed) A Guy

     
    • Terry Marotta

      February 15, 2013 at 11:19 am

      hello ‘guy’. You’re welcome! (deep bow)

       
  4. Gwen P. Straub

    February 16, 2013 at 12:45 am

    the hands of Michelangelo’s David. Dave’s got hands like those?!

     
  5. Susanna Natti

    February 16, 2013 at 9:27 am

    Three cheers and many more! Refreshing to read. Reading it I found myself feeling relief. Relief? Some sourness about the way men are too often portrayed was lifted. Nice.

     
    • Terry Marotta

      February 16, 2013 at 12:19 pm

      glad to have lifted your spirits Susanna!

       

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