JUNE. SHOVE IT, PLEASE. (A Guest Post by Amber Scott)
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THE SHUSH. DECONSTRUCTED. (A Chickspeak Post)
TOOTHPASTE. DECONSTRUCTED.
Men Deconstructed — Contest Winners, Baby
If you recall, I posted a contest on my site last week where I invited anyone who was brave enough to take on the pile of words that came out of the anagram of these three little words: THE MALE EGO.
The Male Ego. Deconstructed. A Contest?
As much as men want to protest with regard to what I write about (The Mancode), there really is no arguing with the fact that there are years of study dedicated to men and their behavior–um, Freud, Jung much?
Sure, people discuss the ID, and the subconscious, but when it comes right down to it, many issues in relationships can be traced directly to THE MALE EGO (I was just on a road trip. I know. Let’s. Not. Discuss. Directions.)
Fellas, you may have the best of intentions when it comes to your chicks but there’s no denying that you are dudes. Whether you believe in God or apes, it doesn’t take a genius to see that the um, equipment is different. And with those characteristics comes er, complications.
But I’m not here to get into all of that. I want to talk simply about the male ego in its most pure form.
In fact, let’s take just those three little words: THE MALE EGO and oh, deconstruct them…cause ya know, that’s what I do, baby.
In fact, I had a little anagram fun with THE MALE EGO (in no particular order):
Ogle, eagle, hotel, hoe, meet, mega, omega, game, lame, hole, goal, mole, lam, ale, heel, heal, meal, theme, tome, leg, tag, eel, gee, get, team, log, hat, math, gal, lag, ago, melt, meat, ah, ha, alto, eat, ate, hag, oh, mate, hate, gate, goat, heat, metal, hale, late, lego, go, home, gale, age, male, ego, the.
I found this exercise amusing because some of these words are so incredibly male in the purest sense of the word: I mean, how much more male can ogle be? Especially when put together with meat, metal, log, hotel, heat, melt, and goal? Come on! (I tried really um, hard? to spell penis, boob, or Star Wars but it just wouldn’t work, dammit.)
So I’ve devised a little contest for any of you who’d like to take it on (I didn’t say “who are man enough” cause I want chicks to bring it, too):
• Pick a minimum of ten words– or go crazy and pick all of them–from THE MALE EGO. DECONSTRUCTED pile and write me a little story. Give your male ego character a night out. He can meet the babe of his dreams, cheat on his chick, do it with a goat (one of the words, by the way)—I don’t care—just use all of your words and make it interesting.
• 100 words or less, baby. I WILL count.
• I’m the ultimate decision-maker (Queen of Snark, remember?) and if your words amuse me and you have decent spelling and grammar, I’ll post the TOP FIVE STORIES on my blog next Monday, January 10 for #MentionMonday. Don’t get all pissy if I don’t pick you. Be a grownup. It probably just means you forgot how to spell a lot (pet peeve) or the difference between your and you’re (another pet peeve) so watch out.
• You must click the FOLLOW button here on my blog to participate #der (just up there on the right) — or get the insta-boot with my sexy black Prada heels.
• The deadline is this Sunday, January 9, 9PM PST.
• Send your story to my email: [email protected]. Any questions, shoot me a DM on my Twitter stream or Facebook.
Meanwhile, I’m back to editing my ebook A WALK IN THE SNARK: THE BEST OF RACHELINTHEOC which will be available for $.99 to all of you peeps in about two weeks on Amazon, Smashwords, iBook–everywhere, baby.
Now go create some deconstructed men…or something. Yea!
He Said/She Said: Party Planning — Who Does it Better?
My guest this week is the ubertalented writer Ryne Douglas Pearson, a screenwriter of one of my personal favorite sci-fi movies, Knowing. Author of Top Ten & Simple Simon (made into the Bruce Willis movie Mercury Rising). He’s a devoted bacon aficionado, good guy, and all-around cool dude.
Fooling Yourself
Pleasing both male and female tastes can be next to impossible in many homes.
Man of The, er, House
Man of the House.
Most men enjoy that title.
They work hard for it and we as a society still tend to raise our little boys to grow up into those big shoes, despite huge leaps in equality for women. I’m raising both a girl and a boy so I see it every day, all around me.
So what happens when the man puts his foot down and no one listens?
Welcome to my home.
My husband and I make most of our major decisions together, but we’re not perfect. Sometimes he’s bossy and if I don’t agree with him, he gets a little touchy. I, in turn, get really quiet if he doesn’t agree with me. We both need a little time til we’re ready to talk it out.
I’m not a yeller and I rarely raise my voice. But I can be a bitch…more of a stealth bitch, if you will. (If being an independent woman with an opinion who wants her way is being a bitch, then hell yea, that’s me. Deal with it.)
As a woman, I’ve come to understand that men need to assert themselves in a much louder way than women do. Is it a testosterone or territorial thing? Well, it does make a woman wonder: if men could pee on a conversation, would they? Hmmmm….
My husband has a very assertive style of communicating. That’s not to say he’s a yeller or violent; he’s neither. He’s sweet and generous. He just speaks very loudly and is quick to interrupt to have his voice heard. (Classic Mancode behavior, page 102). And of course, it’s his way or the highway.
Til it’s my way.
When we first met and started having long, romantic talks, he would cut me off. Why did he interrupt me so much? I thought he was being rude. Why was he telling me what I “should have done?” What, did he think I was stupid?
My husband, to this day, says no, he’s simply embellishing the story. When I take a breath, he sees that as an opportunity to launch. He calls that a discussion. I call it cutting me off. (We still can’t agree on this and it’s been eighteen years.)
What happened to the art of listening?
Bear with me here but that’s where the difference lies, I believe, between a man who has to be the man of the house and one who takes into account the needs of those around him.
Men look at the big picture, baby. Women focus on the details.
In other words, I listen. Then I put my foot down.
I wouldn’t say marriage is a game. But I definitely have had to learn that while my husband may roar like a lion, I know I’ll have to hear him out, build my case, present my evidence, and then change his mind.
An Accidental Hunter AND Gatherer
Today’s guest blog is by my wonderful Twittter friend (and sometime editor) Cristina @StreetLights94 — a terrific writer, teacher, mother, and all-around quality human. She’s also a wife.