4th April, 2008 (10:45 am)
The Day With The Boy Research
Because I’m a dedicated professional when it comes to my fiction (?), I’m a strong believer in research. Proper research; research that involves going places I’d not usually go to, talking to people I wouldn’t usually talk to, writing off and asking weird questions to people in professions I’ve never had, reading books I wouldn’t usually touch - fiction and non- . . . even research that sometimes doesn’t even include the internet. (Crazy stuff, eh?)
Getting into the mind of a man isn’t the easiest thing to do.
I think I’m closer to a guy’s way of thinking than a lot of women; I’m probably more man than girl with the constant profanity, copious speeding tickets, fondness of bitter and my games consoles and inability to cook, clean or iron very well. I’m hideously pessimistic and overly sarcastic, and I have a directness about me that’s sometimes rude, although it’s never - well, rarely - intended that way. I have no tolerance of the simpering female - I want to shake her until her eyes roll in their pretty made-up sockets and tell her to grow the fuck up, get some balls. I admire women who stay at home with their families because I sure as fuck couldn’t do it - there’s been a tide of hostility towards women who ’selfishly’ choose their careers over their kids but I can’t help who I am. If I stayed at home 24/7 to be a Mummy I’d lose my mind, and my son would have a perpetually depressed and occasionally psychopathic mother. On balance, I’m probably doing the right thing for him and, as I’ve said before on numerous occasions, my son will grow up knowing that parents are partners in all aspects of a marriage. He’ll know that if a woman chooses not to work then that’s okay, just as women who chose to keep working are too; in the end, it’s all about respecting our decisions as women and mothers and ensuring that we’re all informed enough and confident enough to make them in the first place. Me, I’ve never, ever not felt confident in this regard. I am who I am and I understand myself well enough to know what happened in my life to get me here. I respect who I am even if I don’t like me sometimes.
Despite this, I know that when it comes to relationships, I’m 100% female. I know because I’ve sat for hours next to a phone waiting for it to ring and checking every fifteen seconds that it’s working. I’ve done the addicted-to-1471 thing. I’ve taken hours and hours to get ready, making my eye make-up especially smoky, my hair sexily tousled and picked my underwear with pain-staking care only to have the guy tell me I look ‘nice’, walk past me and spend the night vomiting into a gutter. I’ve starved myself to drop a jeans size. I’ve binged. I’ve cried in a nightclub when a guy wouldn’t dance with me. I’ve fallen out with friends over men. I’ve looked for affirmation of who I am from men, used sex as a weapon, and my sexuality as a tool. My breasts are singularly responsible for one pay-rise I’ve received, and gotten me out of at least two speeding tickets. None of this makes me proud. In a lot of ways, I can very much still be that simpering female I fucking loathe.
So when it comes to putting across the male perspective in a relationship, it’s not as instinctive as writing as my damaged, commitment-phobic female lead. I’d use M’s guidance but since he’s possibly more of a girl than I am and useless in this regard (we’ve been together fourteen years and even now, if I sit him down to talk about our ‘feelings’ he goes pale and sweaty), he’s possibly not a reliable spokesperson for his gender. I have a male proofreader who offers hints and tips and keeps me on the path and as helpful as that is, I need more to really understand the male perspective. So while not an exact science, I immerse myself in the lads-mag culture; I subscribe to a lads’ magazine and a mens’ magazine, watch Sky Sports and Bravo (after which I often need a shower) and I eavesdrop on as many male-only conversations I as can to really nail the nuances of how they interact. I watch them when they shop. I watch them in bars. I watch them arguing with their other halves, playing with their kids . . . I take every opportunity I get and learn from every one.
I won’t insult your intelligence by professing surprise that men are often crippled by the same insecurities as we are; of course they are, it’s hardly a newsflash. We’re all human, with our own foibles and worries, fat bits and fucked-up bits. But the some of the dating articles . . . Oh. My. God. You need to see them to believe them.
Don’t get me wrong; I know Vogue and Cosmo can echo similar shit (and I don’t read that, either) but . . . please. Check out some of the comments. Is it any wonder some guys can’t get a fucking girlfriend?
Some research just isn’t worth doing. Particularly if I wish to avoid ending up with a male lead I want to drown in a bathtub.
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Comment by sharon — 4 April, 2008 @ 11:54 am
Christ on a bike. Reading those comments just makes me even more happy that I have D. I suddenly feel the urge to give him a really big hug (but in a purely equal, non-manipulating and respecting his right to be a manly man kind of way, of course).
Comment by Claire — 4 April, 2008 @ 2:56 pm
Jesus wept, those links are a fucking joke, surely? It’s no wonder I’ve always had infinitely better luck with women than I have with men - reading those comments are like reading some of the comments on ‘TrueDadConfessions’. Some men don’t deserve to have someone in their life at all if that’s their honest views on women/their wives…
Has it ever occurred to them that they get saddled with shitty treatment purely and simply because they’re a class A twat?!
Comment by Vixx — 4 April, 2008 @ 6:10 pm
Apparently not, Claire!
Enjoy your hug, Shar. :)
V xx
p.s. I feel the same way about some of the True Dad Confessions, too. I stopped reading them for that reason.
Comment by Keeshia — 4 April, 2008 @ 8:07 pm
Let’s just say most men are clearly dumber -chuckle- It’s amazing how ignorant they are to the workings of the *human* brain and not just the female perspective. Most of them can’t even explain why *they* feel a certain way, let alone explain what a woman’s thinking of the situation.
Sites like those just tend to make me sick.
Comment by Charmarie — 4 April, 2008 @ 10:18 pm
I guess that’s why I still get hit on by women…
I do have a really great guy though…although we have ridiculous agreements I still love him. I’m glad I’m not in the dating pool, obviously there are a lot of retarded men out there.
Comment by Vixx — 6 April, 2008 @ 8:06 am
I think everyone feels better about their other halves after reading comments from Neanderthals such as those behind the comments!
V xx
Comment by sharon — 7 April, 2008 @ 10:04 am
“Enjoy your hug, Shar. :)”
Oh, I did, haha.
It really makes you wonder about the kind of role models these men had when they were growing up. Bunch of tossers.