Men are like…
Remeber his six-pack? Arnie became “a fat girly man” (source)
Monday last a debate almost the force of Cyril raged on physical traits of men. But it was only a question of time when the debate would switch to male personal traits, which apparently bear at least as much weight as a well-formed six-pack or beatiful hands.
Today’s asignment: Which personal traits are a must in a man, and which are a big no-no?
To give you some material to get started, here are some stereotypes for you to chew on:
Men are like…..Placemats.
They only show up when there’s food on the table.
Men are like…..Mascara.
They usually run at the first sign of emotion.
Men are like…..Bike helmets.
Handy in an emergency, but otherwise they just look silly.
Men are like…..Government bonds.
They take so long to mature.
Men are like…..Parking spots.
The good ones are taken, and the rest are too small.
Men are like…..Copiers.
You need them for reproduction, but that’s about it.
Men are like…..Lava lamps.
Fun to look at, but not all that bright.
Men are like…..Bank accounts.
Without a lot of money, they don’t generate much interest.
Men are like…..High heels.
They’re easy to walk on once you get the hang of it.
Men are like…..Curling irons.
They’re always hot, and they’re always in your hair.
Men are like…..Mini skirts.
If you’re not careful, they’ll creep up your legs.
Men are like…..Bananas.
The older they get, the less firm they are.
Next Saturday: Women and their personae – is a non-conditional sentence incomprehensible?
January 20th, 2007 at 6:06 pm
Normal. Men simply have to be normal.
Like:
- Being able to chat from time to time, on normal topics, but no need to comply to female communication urges all the time. Feeling no need to prove every vestige of his intelligence. Just taking it easy.
- Being able to do the dishes without further discussions when I don’t have time or am really not in the mood (which doesn’t happen too often). Being able to do anything else (ironing, washing, shopping…) if necessary. Giving a simple, plausible explanation for not being able to do this chores.
- Taking me seriously as a conversation partner when serious talk is done. Including me in decision-making etc.
- Having loads of wit. Being able to laugh about himself, myself and the rest of the world.
- No mother-fixation of any kind, please.
I may have some other wishes which I should have mentioned, but on the whole I’d say: an easy going man who is able to laugh at almost all times is just enough for me. I find it much much much more difficult to get on with women…
January 21st, 2007 at 12:52 am
Here are my five cents about this topic.
I’ll start with alcessa’s thoughts which are (as usually) great and very true. At least for me.
- I never had problems with men not being able to chat, while I did have some problems with men that couldn’t have long discussions so I took chatting almost for granted.
I would agree about proving intelligence. Guys, we DO notice that without you having to convince us.
- I could not agree more with the second paragraph. I like men who are able to have a normal life living on their own. That doesn’t mean mommy doing the laundry, eating pizzas and fast food every day and doing the dishes when they start stinking.
- Same goes for the third paragraph. I don’t want to be subordinated.
- Yes, yes, yes! Great sense of humor and fast working brains do miracles for me.
- Mother-fixations cause lots and lots of problems. So please spare me the torture.
Now I would have to add some more. Open mindedness and liberality are a must for me. I dislike people who are spoon-fed with the “truth”. I like people who are good in what they are doing; who can provide for themselves and/or have a vision about what they want to do in the future. I like men who don’t beat about the bush, who speak openly and honestly. And I praise men who are open about their sexuality, who readily enjoy it, do not complicate and mystify it.
I’m pretty sure I’ll think of some more later (probably when reading more replies). Now it’s bed time for me.
January 21st, 2007 at 2:45 am
Hey, what’s wrong with a pizza?!?!?
OK, I’m kidding – afterall I’m doing spaghetti tomorrow… errr… today 
But (to give you some more fat to chew on) I think it was on Sunshine’s blog (but I’m not sure, as I’m slightly inebriated at the moment) that I proposed that a man must be first and foremoest exactly that – a man. I agree that includes all (or at least most) of the traits you ladies have already extolled, but still…
BTW: Alcessa, great job, if you catch my meaning
January 21st, 2007 at 3:52 pm
:-O
January 22nd, 2007 at 8:27 am
Is this the sign of a nice surprise or confusion? Because I can probably help you catch the meaning.
January 22nd, 2007 at 10:22 am
Confusion.
Help me.
January 22nd, 2007 at 10:38 am
Great job with matchmaking.
January 22nd, 2007 at 10:52 am
January 22nd, 2007 at 10:53 am
Oh.
Very happy for you both.
January 22nd, 2007 at 10:54 am
I mean: VERY.
(but I can’t take any responsibility for anything whatsoever
)
January 22nd, 2007 at 11:03 am
Thank you.
And we won’t hold responsible for anything. Except for helping us out a bit, which is only positive and I’m sure you won’t mind. 
January 22nd, 2007 at 11:06 am
Oh, just you go and enjoy yourselves as much as possible. Life is short.
January 22nd, 2007 at 1:29 pm
@ Sunshine: Honey, speak for yourself! Should someone have to take the blame, I’ll acuse, try and conviict alcessa, obviously
Just kidding!
I do agree, life is too short not to enjoy it as much as possible.
January 22nd, 2007 at 2:26 pm
I knew you can’t be that mean to her.
After all she did a good job. 
January 22nd, 2007 at 2:26 pm
Make no mistake: I CAN be dangerous!
January 22nd, 2007 at 2:27 pm
Sheesh! Männer…
January 23rd, 2007 at 11:44 pm
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