Hello again! I know it’s been a very long time. I have to start planning my days better to make more room for writing. With that said let’s get into it!
As I have touched on in the past, the current dating/relationship scene favors men heavily. We are seeing a resurgence of the mistress, and in many cases the idolizing and fame of these extraneous women, we all know as side-chicks. Sure biology plays into it as men can afford to wait to settle down. After all a man has no biological clock ticking in the back of his mind. So this atmosphere will of course foster in women a romanticizing of the “love” of the past. A time when a man bought flowers for the woman he adored, opened her door, and complimented her everyday.
Never mind whether any of this actually consitently occurred in the past. There doesn’t seem to be much evidence that any of this was a common occurrence. People tend to look at the past with rose colored glasses. Every artist in the 1960s wasn’t the Rolling Stones or Jimi Hendrix. There were just as many Young Thugs in the 1960s, propagating horrible radio trash. The mediocre artist of the 60s were lost to time, leaving only the cream of the crop to rise to the top and stand ubiquitously for the music of that generation. And because of this social pruning everyone claims music was better in the 60s because ALL the artist were good. NO they weren’t you are just fortunate to only know of/remember the truly greats of that era. This same principle can be applied to the fawning of 1950s era romance.
Alright maybe men of the era were more “gentlemanly”. Sure they may have opened a door here or there for a “dame”. Perhaps they bought more flowers for their lovers than we do now. But you know what else? This era was downright sexist!
And this being a time of equality you’d have to take the total package. If you truly want a man with the sophisticated edge of a 1950s gentleman you better be prepared to deal with a man who expects you to do all the cooking and cleaning, while keeping your mouth shut, staying dressed to the 9s, and being at his every beck and call. Is that really worth some flowers and having some asshole open a door for you? Shit most doors today open automatically anyway. Now let’s look at another picture from the 1950s…
Perspective people! Take off those rose colored glasses. The past wasn’t so great, you are only remembering the best parts, and picking and choosing the parts you want to assimilate into your life. This isn’t Build-a-Bear. Grow the fuck up!