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Unspoken Truths From Men About Women
Fear v. Fear
Men --logical souls that we are -- fear physical pain. Women, on the other hand fear emotional pain. Our role in life in part is to protect ourselves and those close to us from harm and to provide a secure physical environment.
Women play the major role in nuturing, providing comfort and expressing love and concern.
Mars, meet Venus.
Men are never as good in the emotional clutches of a relationship as they would be in a physical confrontation. When men don't open up to women it is often because they feel thoroughly unequipped to respond adequately. So when we hear the words: "Honey, we need to talk." it is as daunting as hearing: "The boss wants to see you -- now!" or "The police were asking about you," or "Please contact Visa at 1-800..."
It makes us frightened and maybe even angry. It is when women most want us to open up, but it is when men curl up in an emotional fetal position. You can only make a man go deeper inside, or get angry by saying "we need to talk." It is by its very nature accusatory. And so usually is the accompanying tone. Men see it as confrontation -- but its not a physical one so we don't respond the way women would like. We observe our code of omerta. Nobody talks.
Women on the other hand are as well armed for emotional confrontation as men are for war. (Yes you can turn almost any male into a fighting machine in a few weeks of training). Yet they live in fear of emotional pain. Some women, even some very intelligent, professional ones, will stay in physically abusive relationships in the belief that, "I know he loves me," "he will change." Or, "he said he was sorry." Sometimes out of no where to go, or lack of money, but often times because the thought of the emotional pain of being alone is even more daunting than the ass-kicking.
You will never get a man to understand why anyone stands around getting hit. To men its simple: you run away, try to kick his ass -- or maybe even kill him before he kills you. But you don't just stand there. The fear of physical pain prevails.
I remember as a teen growing up on the Lower East Side of Manhattan (no, not the trendy Lower East Side of today, the old gang war, drug war Lower East Side.) Girls would have house parties and invite guys from rival neighborhoods, "because he's cute," or "he likes me." Fine, we'll just invite the Shiites and other Muslim factions too. Never once thinking that they would put us all in jeopardy. Once upon seeing a local tough guy walk through the door and knowing that a rival (read blood enemy) was already in attendance, I discreetly asked the host to play a six-minute slow jam, "Stay in My Corner" by the Dells. While everybody was on the floor getting busy grindin', my friends and I gathered up our coats and slipped out. Needless to say, within an hour the police were called to break up the ruckus.
Women just don't have the same mortality fear. Men, on the the hand are obsessed with it. We are conditioned this way from playing war as children, to sports and street fights: you can and will eventually die. And death can happen at any time. And as a rule men expose themselves to more physically challenging and dangerous endeavors than women. We push the envelope of mortality to make ourselves think we are not afraid to die.
Ever see how differently men and women respond to the death of someone they know? The men feel bad for the deceased, their life is over. The women focus on the survivors: "How will she get along?" "Can he raise those children alone?" "Will the family have to sell the house?"
With every death, men hear the drumbeat of mortality coming closer and closer. Women rarely feel it unless its gender related -- like the breast cancer of a peer. Women fear breast cancer and should no doubt. But heart disease is killing them at a much higher rate. Until the past few years you never even heard this. The disease du jour of celebrity "walks" and "runs" is still breast cancer. Recently there have been strong efforts by the American Heart Association and others to change this, but the passion is just not the same. The reason? Breasts go right to the core of things very important to women: beauty, vanity, sexuality. No one will know if you are walking around with heart disease or clogged valves. But everyone will look to see what you look like after breast surgery. There's one great commercial where an attractive, professional looking women says that she religiously had mamograms all her adult life -- then she had a heart attack.
Why women aren't shouting this from the rooftops is beyond the understanding of anyone sane.