Cover Your Mouth wrote this comment on my last post after I worried that my post was being taken too seriously:
Listen Neil, if it makes you feel any better, I donâ€™t give a shit about your financial stability or whether or not youâ€™re â€œgetting what you deserve from your marriage.â€ I come to this site everyday because your posts make me laugh. As long as youâ€™ve got the 6 bucks a month it takes to keep a blog going and your relationship with Sophia continues to provide humorous post material, then Iâ€™m happy. I hope my callousness has lifted your spirits.
Why did I actually enjoy this comment?Â Why am I actually more comfortable with a comment like this than a caring one?
Men usually write comments like that.Â Â I usually write comments like that.Â
MYÂ father was not a strong man physically.Â I never saw him get into a fight.Â He wore Woody Allen type glasses, but you couldn’t pay him to actually watch a Woody Allen movie.Â He loved movies about men.Â Real men.Â John Wayne.Â Clint Eastwood in his spaghetti westerns.Â James Bond.Â Men who never complained, but always got things accomplished.Â In reality, he was nothing like these characters at all, but I think he felt like he was the man in charge and the moral compass of everyone.Â He never complained about his health or let anyone pick up a bill.Â That’s what Gary Cooper would have done.Â He would go bonkers to learn that when I had dinner with Sarah last week — SHE picked up the check.Â Â Now that’s a shonda.Â (Yiddish: disgrace)
Sophia’s step-father, Vartan, is an elderly man.Â Â He walks with a cane.Â He has trouble lifting one of his arms.Â He never lets his wife carry the grocery bag.Â Â Even I need to fight with him to do something for him.Â Â It would hurt his pride to be seen by others as needing anything.
Every day I watch All My Children, along with Sophia, and countless other viewers.Â Every man on that show is like a rock, always there to rescue Erica or Kendall or Babe from some traumatic event or emotional breakdown.Â The man’s main role in life seems to be “a rock” for their woman.
I don’t consider myself a stereotypical male.Â Â I love Broadway musicals.Â I’m more than happy to let Sophia use all the tools in the house.Â I do not touch a hammer or a nail.Â I’ve never opened the hood of my car without the presence of the guy from AAA.Â But during the last two posts, I heard my male ego scolding me:Â
Neil’s Male Ego:Â “Why are you setting yourself up on your blog for people to care?Â And women, especially.Â You don’t want anyone to worry about you.Â That’s unmanly.Â A man doesn’t take advice.Â A manÂ manages on his own.Â Â A man takesÂ care ofÂ his ownÂ marriage.Â Â His ownÂ career.Â He doesn’t ask for help or show any concern.Â Â Does Clint Eastwood ask for help?”
Neil:Â “You got a point there.Â Like a quarterback.Â He can’t have any doubt.Â Win one for the Gipper!”
Neil’s Male Ego:Â That’s right.Â Just laugh away everything.Â You spend way too much time with the girls.Â Stop reading those knitting blogsÂ and those poetry blogs.Â Join a fantasy football league.Â You need more male readers.Â They write the comments you are comfortable with — the sarcastic, uncaring ones, you know — like the ones you write.Â Â Write less about Sophia and more aboutÂ your “dinner date” with SarahÂ of “The Delicious Life.”Â So, why exactly is her life so delicious?”Â
Neil’s Penis jumps up in protest.
Neil’s Penis:Â “F**k your male ego, Neilochka.Â Don’t listen to him.Â You just keep on doing what you’re doing.Â Anything that gets their panties off.”
Neil:Â “But, Penis, I thought women like the strong, silent, manly type.”
Neil’s Male Ego:Â “You see.Â You’re doing it again.Â You’re setting yourself up for female bloggers to say, “Oh, Neil, that’s not true!Â We love sensitive men like you.Â We are modern women.Â We don’t like those boring manly types. We feel bad for you…”
Neil’s Penis:Â “Good, Neilochka!Â Let them say that.Â Maybe one of them will finally f**k you!”
Neil:Â “That’s not why I’m blogging, Penis.Â I just don’t want readers to lose their respect for me.Â I don’t want toÂ appear needy!”
Neil’s Male Ego:Â “That’s right, Neil.Â Be a man.Â Be strong.Â Remember the Alamo!”
Neil’s Penis:Â “Your male ego is so old school it ain’t even funny.Â He’s never going to get you f**king again.Â Listen to me!Â Be a puppy dog if it will work!Â Women like vulnerable.”
Neil’s Male Ego:Â “Shut your mouth, Penis. No woman wants a man who makes LESS than she does…”
Neil’s Penis:Â “Bite me!Â He’s an “artist.”Â Let her pay the billsÂ while heÂ does the shagging…”
Neil:Â “Help!Â Someone help!”
Arthur Kramer, Neil’s father, comes down from heaven.
Arthur Kramer:Â “What is it, Neil?Â I’m in the middle of watching “The Guns of Navarone” on DVD.”
Neil:Â “I’m having an internal conflict over being a man.Â I need you… as my father… and as my main male role model.Â Can you help me?”
Arthur Kramer:Â “Well, I’ll tell you one important thing.”
Neil:Â “Please do, Dad.”
Arthur Kramer:Â Â Â “And I want you to forever remember these words of wisdom that are coming from the afterlife itself –”
Arthur Kramer:Â “No man lets a cuteÂ food blogger pay her own restaurant bill!Â And pay for you too?Â What a shonda!”
A Year Ago on Citizen of the Month:Â Heaven or Hell