Back in the Nineties, emboldened by the successes of feminism, women sought to slay the dragon of patriarchy by turning men into ridiculous cissies who would cry with them through chick-flicks and then cook up a decent lasagne.
Suddenly, women wanted to drive home their newfound equality by moulding men to be more like them.
This velvet revolution was reflected in a series of broader cultural changes. After decades of uncompromising movie heroes like Marlon Brando and Clint Eastwood, we were asked to fall for stuttering, floppy-haired fops like Hugh Grant; touchy-feely and hopelessly embarrassed around women.
These are cardboard cut-out men who gush with empathy whenever their wives and girlfriends need to dump their professional stresses and female angst on them: weak and soulless men who haven't the guts to make a mark themselves, who take the passenger seat in their women's juggernaut journey to post-feminist Nirvana.
Men are now generally terrified of women. They hold their tongues for fear of being misinterpreted as sexist; they constantly attempt to secondguess their partner in order to avoid giving offence.
They preen themselves with groaning shelves full of beauty products so they won't incur derision and scorn. They suppress their masculinity and present themselves as cuddly Mr Nice Guys, and won't project self- confidence in case it's regarded as unreconstructed machismo.
This backfiring feminist conspiracy has, of course, developed hand in hand with the march of raging political correctness all over the world. The two have combined like some potent chemical reaction to explode in the faces of a generation of women who thought that a 'moulded' man would make for a desirable one.
In recent years, men have been trained like circus seals to be inoffensive to women, and no longer know how to entice them and turn them on.
Women THINK they know what they want. A moulded man. But in reality, a man with a swagger, great confidence and has genuine respect for her without being a total doormat pussy who'd do anything for her is what a woman needs.
Real men don't pretend or even try to understand women. They simply love them for being the mysterious, capricious creatures that they are. And they don't take them too seriously, either. They know the vicissitudes of the female mind, its constant insecurities and the fluctuations in mood.
Rather than pander to them, they simply watch them drift by like so many clouds on the horizon.
They don't get entangled in a woman's feelings and listen to her prattling on and on until she's talked herself out. Such strong and stoic men are exactly what women need to anchor themselves amid the chaos of their emotions.
Don't get me wrong, I know all a woman needs is a listening ear, some emotional dump she can use to make herself feel better. I have been on the receiving end of many long monologues on the hopelessness of a relationship , on boyfriends who seem to not make the cut and i do it because i'm a friend, and a friend will do anything to make someone he/she is close to feel better even in truth, deep down inside, he/she doesn't give a damn.
I will continue on this path. A path of honesty and integrity and not pretentious air and metrosexual vibes generated for the benefit of women craving for the New Male. I tell you what you need to hear, not what you want to, and if you don't like it, find that New Male of yours who'll sit with you and emphatise and not provide a solution to your woes.
Quite frankly, i've been labeled a sexist and a Male Chauvinistic Pig (MCP) in recent months and i just don't feel offended. I used to be a caring, sensitive, New Male wannabe who would have probably become of those chaps walking with a lady's handbag swinging from an arm, but not anymore.
Meet the new me. The dying breed of uber-male who will cut you down with words if you cross a line. The male who will give you what you need, but not what you want.
Cheers from the,
Matrix
