Right, I will start this post by clarifying that I got my blood results back (as per my last post on Friday). Praise the Lord, I am immune from chickenpox, woohoo! I remember having it back when I was 10, and clearly it was strong enough of a dose for me to be left immune. I was worried about my unborn Baby C, but looks like that is one less thing to worry about.
Anyway, on with the actual post for today...
I've been talking to a few people recently, some friends and some women from Women's Aid and have been feeling a growing sense of ill ease that I don't like. I was tipped over the edge today when watching (crappy) daytime TV and felt driven to post.
There have been so many comments bandied about regarding men and how useless they are, how it's so hard to find a good man and how they're all wasters.
I can sort of sympathise with that point of view if it is coming from women who have been badly treated or abused by a man, or from a women who has gone through a bad breakup. But having that as the general view about men is sexist and also shoots us women in the foot too!
Yes, the one man who you were in a relationship with was a fool and a mistake, but overall I'd say men are absolutely lovely. Having the view that they are all no good means that you won't give time to look for the good, or to allow your own goodness to be found.
I have met some total eejets - both men and women. Some people that only a mother could love, and even then she can only love from a great distance. Doesn't mean that's a matter of the sexes, just a personality issue. We're all prone to selfishness, to saying cheeky comments and to sometimes acting without thinking.
However, I am married to one of the most lovely of lovely men in all of Northern Ireland, possibly the UK, and maybe planet Earth. I am confident that my son will also grow up to be a lovely, kind and funny man too.
I have dozens of male friends and male relations (my dad and my brother) who any women would be blessed to meet. In fact, I feel almost drawn to set up a dating agency solely for my single male friends. >TLC waves as she knows that at least one of these men is an avid reader of this blog and I've joked about setting him up on a date for around a decade<
Perhaps it is just my sparkling wit, brilliant good looks, all round fabulous personality and endearing modesty that means that I am friends with these men.... or maybe it could be that actually you were wrong, not all men are wicked selfish beasts.
Think about it and drop me a line if you want set-up with my list of eligible friends.