Why Do Men (Part 1 of 3)
A few weeks ago, I went on Twitter and asked the female Twitteratti to fill the following blank:
Why do men _______________ ?
I recieved a plethora of responses; most of them coming from a very inquisitive young lady, Shannon Renee. Not only did she send of barrage of inquiries via Twitter, she dedicated a blog post on her site.
I am going to address her questions from my perspective, which will NOT represent the entire male species. Although I am a man, I can only speak / write from my experiences as a man. My goal is to provide male insight to a number of questions that (in my opinion) transcend gender.
Let's do it:
Why do men touch and scratch their penises throughout the day; does it move on its own; and why can't they control it?
I’ve never been the daily “touch & scratch” type when it comes to my penis. The only time I find scratching validated is when irritated by sweat, fabric softener (on your underwear) or some hygienic malfunction.
It does, however, move on its own during certain activities (ie., walking/jogging, working out, dancing in the shower, etc.). It can be controlled just as any other appendage on our body. It is a choice made by the mind, not the penis.
Why do men get obsessed with sports?
I am the wrong guy for this question as I am not interested in sports to the point of obsession. I understand the excitement of the NFL, NBA, MLB and even NASCAR (in that order) but to make it a staple in my life, no ma’am.
I think it has something to do with connecting to winning/success. In the case of football (my favorite sport), there’s something symbolic about overcoming a force to reach your destination. I once worked with the athletic departments of the University of Alabama and Auburn University (a HUGE college football rivalry) and I could never wrap my mind around the obsessive energy that consumed the people in those towns. It’s not that serious. Those players are not giving you a cut of their multimillion dollar check. It’s entertainment, so I say be entertained and move on to something else.
Why do men have trouble saying "I love you" or sharing their feelings generally?
I love seeing this question. Here’s my short answer:
Men aren’t taught (voluntarily) to say “I love you” or share our emotions. American society has trained us to associate feelings with femininity; thereby “weakness” which are not positive traits for a man to embrace.
This is bullshit.
We want to share our feelings but there’s rarely a safe place to do so. Most women, who claim they want this type of exchange, start to question a man’s machismo if he is too expressive of his feelings. As for me, I grew up in a house where it was rarely said – but I didn’t want to have that vibe in my household. I have never been afraid of saying “I love you” but I’ve witnessed my so-called emotions being ripped to shreds by women whom I erroneously entrusted with them.
Why do men pee on the seat, the floor or their pants?
I admit to doing this…when I was six. If you’re doing this – and have more than a first grade education – you are seriously disturbing the sexy. Yes, we accidentally pee on the seat (our aim is not as good as earlier reported) but that’s why we have toilet paper and disinfectant spray. I’m a neat freak so maybe I’m the wrong somebody to speak on this, but come on!!! On the floor? Okay, that can happen too but you WIPE IT UP. I’m not dignifying the peeing their pants reference with a response. Unless you’re two or ninety-two, peeing in pants is wrong and you should be wearing a diaper.
Why do men think they don't need to wash their hands?
Again, I’m a neat freak and big on hygiene. What kind of men are you dealing with? Being in the corporate world, I interact with many people and shake anywhere from 10-15 different hands per day. My hands stay ashy because I’m ALWAYS washing them (sidenote: I need to start keeping lotion with me).
Honestly, it is RARE that I see a man in the restroom that washes their hands. I don’t know what the problem is. . .I see them piss, flush, zip and walk pass me at the sink like I’m the oddball. I’m not odd, I just don’t like spreading urine, dick crumbs and pubic hair particles to my colleagues and family.
Part 2 of 3 is coming soon. Until next time…
Sun says:
This is absolutely hilarious, but thanks for the insight Fave....
KB says:
Nice first entry, man. Unfortunately I can't read your blog at work when you use phrases like "dick crumbs!" I'm laughing so hard that these people looking at me like I'm all kinds of crazy! Good one.
Yo playboy, a travel size bottle of Jergens is your friend! Please preserve the sexy.
Shannon Renee says:
Do I wanna know what a "dick crumb" is?
I understand about putting your feelings out there and having them abused. It's an unbelievable pain that I've physically felt and thought I was gonna die from it. We have to risk it, have to put ourselves out there 1000% in order to receive it.
As for the scratching, touching, pulling, etc., you gotta do whatcha gotta do and I can respect go with it. Do y'all have to do it in public? Can y'all at least be discreet?