February 23, 2008

MY HUSBAND IS A HERO

From the comments section of a Dr. Helen post:

I think the problem is that young men come to the realization that they are not really needed. Boys grow up instinctively wanting to be heroes, but the irony is that successive generations of male heroics have made the world safe enough that women no longer need heroes in their lives; they want "partners." It comes out sounding more like a business proposition, and a rather bland one at that.

My husband is the man of the house. He lifts the heavy things, handles the money, deals with car maintenance, watches baseball, and drinks beer. He also goes to war. He doesn't cry and he doesn't complain about having to work so hard. He is my hero, and I chose him because he is a man's man. I most certainly do need heroes like him in my life.

Sorry, but reading Dr. Helen's columns and comments is a depressing activity. I felt the need to defend my husband after all that reading.

Posted by Sarah at February 23, 2008 09:35 AM | TrackBack
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Hmm.... they must not meet many people in the military, huh?

I consider my husband to be my hero, too.

Posted by: Ann M. at February 23, 2008 12:17 PM

As you may or may not remember, I married my husband after I was convinced that, if a nuclear bomb went off and we had to live in an abandoned house or cave with our food, that he could kill anyone trying to kill me or take the food without a qualm. Hmm, no partner here, either, baby! I will survive! (He's also pretty good with the tool set and managing mutual funds, so he's the total package. And military! We're lucky women, ladies.)

Posted by: Oda Mae at February 23, 2008 01:04 PM

Well, I handle the finances. and I have moved myself, so I'm darn sure that I know I can heavy lift if I NEED to. Like, if the world is ending or something and all that will save us is airforcewife moving that refrigerator ten feet on a dolly.

But the point is that AFG does the heavy lifting here, too. And not because I'm some incapable, sheltered woman unable to care for myself, but because I like to watch him get all sweaty and have his muscles sticking out. And it makes my life a LOT easier that way.

I LIKE cooking. I don't like diagnosing whatever's wrong with my minivan. I don't even like having a minivan. So the husband does that. He also puts my software on the computer, doctored my hurt toe this morning with his medic kit (very cool, that), and is teaching me krav maga.

I know, I'm preaching to the choir here. But there is a reason that men evolved to do "manly" things. And I'm so darn glad that I have a manly husband! And with such a pushy, bossy wife, my husband has to be extra manly. Rowwrrrr!

Posted by: airforcewife at February 23, 2008 02:28 PM

You know, I have to add that I really can't stand the people who hear how we've chosen to divide labor in my house and make comments about how I must be "held back" or something. Have these people never met me?

Right. Spend an evening with AFG and AFW and then tell me I'm being kept down and marginalized.

Psshw.

Posted by: airforcewife at February 23, 2008 02:31 PM

Yes, when the shize hits the fan, I want Hubs there to perform all his heroics.

I will say, however, that when the man runs the Dyson, empties the dishwasher, does some laundry or handles a child's needs...well, I find that pretty heroic too b/c it means that is one thing off my plate. Very sexy.

Posted by: Guard Wife at February 23, 2008 05:25 PM

My dad often complains about the emasculation of men on most popular TV shows these days they're portrayed as idiots living in the shadow of these powerful, all-knowing, longsuffering women, and it drives him crazy!

He speculated one day as to whether that kind of mindset in society drives more young men to the military, so they can do more "manly" things (he spent 23 years in the Navy before the politics drove him out). It makes sense my husband got tired of the rat race after being laid off for the third time in as many years and enlisted and has never been happier with his job, even though he spends more time at a desk now than he used to as a computer tech.

Unfortunately, he won't kill spiders for me anymore. It has something to do with me having my own shotgun and an orange belt in Shaolin Kempo, and his belief that any of his targets should be at 300 meters (feet?) or more . . . But he always opens my door for me and will do the dishes and vacuuming if I ask him to, so I guess I can let that slide. ;)

He's a manly-man to me, and I would NEVER do anything to let him forget it. :)

Posted by: deltasierra at February 25, 2008 12:11 AM

My name is Sig, and I fully endorse the preceding message.

Sig

Posted by: Sig at February 25, 2008 11:24 AM