Loosing the magic.

 Subject: Loosing the magic.



Over the years of faithfully completing my blog you know I have struggled to describe my ambiguity towards women. It’s not misogyny rather a skepticism  about their aims. There’s no doubt I owe my mom a tremendous thanks for bringing me into this world in what seems such a painful evolutionary process. My mom, bless her, nearly died giving birth to a large 10 pound plus baby, who even at that stage of his life was proving difficult in presenting himself to the outside world as a ‘breach baby’, and this in the slight frame of a tiny 4 foot 11 inch woman.  A miss match if ever there was one and incongruity seems to have been etched upon me ever since as the screams of childbirth lasted into the night and I became the centre of my moms life ambition, (along side my dad of course), who continued his phlegmatic approach to most things, head burrowed in a book or news paper

I watch the safari cam-cord show ‘Wild Earth’ as the distinctively accented South African born guides glide around the hectares of wildlife land in their jeeps spotting the twitching tail of a cheetah behind the long grass or, close to the watering hole we watch the animals parade to drink in a pecking order which helpfully doesn’t mix the predator with the pray. The magnificent maned lion, the laborious elephant, the flighty springbok, all part of an evolutionary fit, eat or be eaten. The fertility circle of the female and the testosterone driven urge to fight and dominate are the constituent values of the wildlife scene, no health and safety malarky, no human rights, just an active pro forma to life and death depending on the species.

Only mankind has threatened this balance of power with the insistence of religious or sectarian  principles governing our actions and what a convoluted ‘mix-up’we have landed ourselves in as we start to veer away from the pronouns which describe our gender.

The lion knows his place, the lioness hers but in the arms wrestle for supremacy men and women have lost sight of this evolutionary purpose. Women force themselves into roles much more fit for a man, witness the role of a female PC as she scrambles around in a melee outside a pub trying to secure fighting men.

There was a time when striking a woman was thought heinous but as women become more assertive in all walks of life that blurring of cultural etiquette starts to fall away and much of the magic is lost between us.

It’s a funny cultural conflation which provided women with the protection of etiquette to instil in the physically more powerful male rules of engagement that were supposed to ensure each know their place and yet, through feminist ideology, much of this protective culture is being destroyed by the insistence of laddish behaviour on the woman’s part and an ongoing defining drama where men are always cast as the villain.

Competition is always a factor in demeaning one thing from the next but if we learn to respect and understand our respective roles then the world would be a happier place.