The Power of Why

It is always amusing to see female politicians like Sarah Palin and Michelle Bachman praise the Nation’s Forefathers as a guiding light for all people lucky enough to live in God’s greatest country, America. Assuming of course that your first ancestor arrived circa 1950; everyone else is scum, attempting to suck away all that is righteous in this world.

Ben Franklin would be confused why a woman was allowed outside of his bedroom, let alone to speak in public.

Ben Franklin would be confused why a woman was allowed outside of his bedroom, let alone to speak in public.

The irony of praising men who would never let them vote or speak in public, let alone run for office, remains lost on them. Misogynistic behavior, unequal wages, and vile, sexist language, the Forefathers’ would find our behavior friendly. I joke, but sexism is still an issue in America, unequal wages and the glass ceiling is a painful reality for women, not to mention the shame that a woman has yet to reach the White House. Cue to Old White Men: “We let a black in there, now you want a vagina bleeding woman?”

Similar to MLK, I have a dream where wage inequality is a distant memory and everyone is properly compensated for the work they do and not the random distribution of a Y-chromosome. However, there is one profession that I must insist is dominated by one sex over the other, journalism.

Any time I see a male reporter, I immediately discredit him, knowing full-well there are dozens of women within a hundred foot radius of him that could do a better job. It is nothing personal to male reporters, they are at a biological disadvantage. Men simply cannot ask enough questions to dig out all the necessary details to fill out a story.

Compliments on the hair, but a woman could do your job much better.

Compliments on the hair, but a woman could do your job much better.

Women are naturals at asking questions; there are never enough answers to satisfy their insatiable quench for details. A man just needs, who, what, where, and when, the standards.Women ask that pesky, never-ending question, why. Anyone who has been or interacted with a 6-year old knows the old curiosity phase and “the why game.” A cute little routine for 10-seconds, before it takes every fiber of morality to prevent punching a little kid and spending some time in jail as a guy named Cockroach’s bitch.

Somehow the memo on the annoyingness of this routine never got distributed to women since it is still a significant part of women’s routines. They love to ask “why this” and “why that” because details actually matter to them. Women strive to know as much as possible about the people in their lives, what they are doing, how they are feeling, why they choose to do this, why they choose to put up with that, etc. It has a significant impact on whom they choose to let into their lives as friends, lovers, or even acquaintances.

On the other hand, men simply ask one question, does this person annoy me? If the answer is no, we hang out with him or her, yes, and we avoid them from here to eternity. The details are insignificant to us.No woman makes me realize how few details I know about my friends than the one who gave me life. Conversations with my Mom often, inevitably lead to her asking how all of my friends are doing, where they are working, do they like their jobs, where are they living, are they happy there, etc. The best answers I can come up with are “good, something in money, I don’t know, Chicago, and yeah, I guess.”
The truth is outside of where they are living or what grad school they are attending, I really do not know what my friends are doing. The details have never mattered to me. It is easy to chalk this up to be a “guy” thing and rationalize that we do not share emotions with another, but rather
drink beer, watch sports, and grunt just like the great leader of men, Tim “the Toolman” Taylor.
If you have 15 minutes to kill, I highly recommend watching the following clip of every grunt from Home Improvement. You will not be disappointed.

The problem is that I’m starting to change my attitude as I get older. I realize that details are important. We live in an incredible digital age, where everyone in the world  is connected through the internet and social media sites. Internet connection required. I’m sure starving people in the deserts of Africa and streets of America do not feel very connected to anyone.

They must be searching for a stronger Wifi signal.

They must be searching for a stronger Wifi signal.

As much as I love to hate-read all those annoying Facebook posts about, how blessed someone’s life is or how every day is a new challenge we must all strive to overcome, there is no denying that it has never been easier to stay in touch with friends and family. We have no excuses for being unable to keep up with or contact people who do not live near us. It is a luxury not afforded to generations before us.
Older people may complain about our modern technologies ruining human interactions and how young people cannot get their face out of a
phone to appreciate the world around them. While I find those points valid, those phones and new social media devices are easy ways to contact people we care about who are sometimes thousands of miles away.We should strive to send emails, texts, and messages to one another. Do not let cynical bastards like me prevent you from posting good or bad news on Facebook that you want everyone to know. Just please try to avoid flowery language and excessive hashtags. But let’s also try to remember that taking the time to call someone or video chatting with them can mean a lot.
If people truly matter to us than it should never be an inconvenience to take the time out of our day, instead of sitting on the couch Youtubing best Arnold Schwarzenegger One-liners. I’m certainly not promoting that we all start playing “the why game,” please for the love of God, no. I just hope this article one, inspires men to be more proactive in engaging each other and not be afraid of sharing with one another, two, ends wage inequality forever, and three, reminds us of how truly oblivious Michelle Bachman and Sarah Palin are, something that, like the teachings of the Forefathers, should never be forgotten.
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