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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?

Hmmm, maybe I should change the title to "Where Have All the Gentlemen Gone?" because that's really what I mean. But that's neither here nor there. I like my title and it's staying.

I realize I'm not the only woman who asks this question, but I had an experience today that gave me pause and I couldn't resist writing about it.

In my office we have a soda fountain, similar to one found in a gas station. It has about six varieties of soda, the most popular of which is the Diet Coke. I may have mentioned my addiction to this amazing beverage of life - and it's true. I'm totally addicted, but I'm trying to cut back to one a day. So, at about 2:00 this afternoon, I wandered into the break room to serve myself up my one delicious Diet Coke, and whattaya know . . . the machine is out.

This is fairly typical in my office. I seem to work with a giant group of helpless idiots. If there are no more cups on the counter, they will wander off, dejected, rather than reaching on top of the fridge to grab a new sleeve of paper cups. If the coffee is out, they will walk to the Starbucks two blocks away rather than make a new pot of coffee. You see what I'm getting at, right? Naturally, when the Diet Coke is out, people just wander away rather than doing the fairly difficult job of switching out the syrup (because the box of syrup weighs about thirty pounds).

But not me. Oh no not me. I need my Diet Coke.

Today, switching out the box was more complicated than usual because the Diet Coke was buried under the orange soda and the Dr. Pepper. And the space we have the boxes of syrup in is pretty tight so I had to move the other two boxes completely out of the space and into the middle of the floor in order to get the Diet Coke out. To add even more detail you probably don't care about, today I was wearing these boots:Needless to say, my balance wasn't quite what it normally is. As I was trying to grab the Diet Coke box by the flimsy cardboard handle, the handle broke and my feet slid out from under me and I fell flat on my back. Splat. Ow. Laughter.

Right about as I helped myself back up, wondering if our security cameras caught my moment of glory, two of our developers walked into the kitchen to get coffee. Now, lest you forget, I had two boxes of soda syrup spread out on the floor and another box I was trying to lift into the cupboard where we hook it up to the life giving veins of the soda fountain.

The two guys saw, and basically sat at watched me, in my pointy black heels and nice dress pants, struggling to lift the Diet Coke into the cupboard, then continued to watch as I attempted (in vain a couple of times almost causing the damage of the cute pointy toe of my right boot) to lift the other boxes back into their tight space. They just SAT and WATCHED. And it made me so mad!

Now, I am a pretty independent, tough kind of gal. I don't mind lifting boxes, I don't mind taking care of things like that myself. I grew up in a house without a father and until my brothers were bigger, Mom and I had to take care of a lot of that stuff ourselves. I can tile, operate a saw, a drill and other small power tools. I can do a lot of that stuff myself and I don't profess to "need a man" to help me with things like that.

BUT - it's really nice sometimes to have the help or at least the OFFER of help and there are jobs that I simply cannot do by myself. I lack the arm strength, despite my bulging biceps, and it seems less and less guys are being gentlemen in these types of situations.

I once worked for a man who once handed me a huge heavy box to take to his car and then walked in front of me all the way out to the parking lot talking on the phone, not even pausing to hold the doors open for me as I struggled to walk behind him.

Another man I worked for had me clean out a large room in his house and basically watched and directed me as I loaded heavy things into a truck then sent me off to the dump and storage units to unload the same stuff by myself.

I dated a guy for a very long time who had me do everything and would sit around watching. I did the cooking followed by the dishes. I would have to be with him when he went to the doctor and he'd have me fill out his paperwork for him.

Part of the problem is that I have a hard time asking for help and I'm a huge enabler . . . but I guarantee that if I really need the help, and someone offers, I won't say no. However, in some cases, I really shouldn't have to wait for an offer. There are situations where a manly man just needs to stop what he is or is not doing, or help.

Now, in contrast to the above, my husband is a great guy who always offers to do the "manlier" jobs himself, or to at least help me. I may not always take him up on that, but it's SO great to have the offer of help with heavy boxes, hard jobs, etc. My Father and brothers would rather die before letting my Mom, Stepmother, sister or myself pick up a heavy box or whatever job they consider "manly."

But, as you can see from my other examples above, in my life, guys like my husband, Dad and brothers, seem few and far between. Don't get me wrong, I know they still exist. One of them opened the door for me today coming out of a restaurant. Another picked up some papers that had fallen out of my briefcase. But overall, it feels like men have stopped being Gentlemen.

Trust me, I don't want to go back to the days where men walked on the road side to prevent the women from getting dirty but didn't allow the women to vote and I don't want to turn back time to the days when men were "true gentlemen" and a woman's "place" was in the kitchen (extreme examples, I know, but I hope you know what I'm getting at), but, I would really appreciate more men being more respectful. I would appreciate two strong men offering to help me lift thirty pound boxes rather than standing around staring. I would love to have more doors opened for me and not feel like I have to cause a hernia lifting heavy boxes or furniture. I like feeling girly!! I like pink and ruffles and roses and all of those girly things. But even if I didn't, myself and every other woman I know deserves a little more respect from the general man population.

I wish I had a solution. I know my son(s) will be raised to behave like his/their father. The men in my family will be gentlemen, but I obviously can't be the one to influence the world.

I just hope that my generation can help bring some of that chivalrous attitude back, because chaps and Wranglers or not, cowboys knew how to treat a lady.* Yipeeeai, Yipeeeay

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*For the record I am aware that not all cowboys were or even ARE gentlemen and some of them are/were disgusting. I'm purposely making generalizations here, mostly to tie my ridiculous title into the post. No judging. Thanks. Kisses.

16 comments:

Girl, Dislocated said...

AMEN! ! ! Gentleman and gentlemanly cowboys are becoming extinct and being replaced by something that's a poor excuse for a man.

I'm independant and self-sufficient like you (or at least to the extent my body allows, and sometimes a little past the limit), and I completely agree with you that those guys should have offered to help, if only out of respect and consideration.

My ex-boyfriend (there's an entire post about him on its way) reminds me of those guys. While I had no problem pushing his freaking truck when the clutch was broken before my shoulders got so bad, after my shoulder surgery, he flat out refused to help me scrub dishes. I actually had to throw away dishes!

If it wasn't so much work, I'd say install the syrup, pour some coke, then somehow uninstall it. If they want coke they can put it back themselves or walk to a convenience store!

Sorry for the ranting, but you got me started! :-P

Cole said...

I think that it has a lot to do with the feminist movement. I think guys are scared to be "men" because they don't know how a woman will take it. Will she say "Thank you" or will she jump down his throat for thinking her the weaker sex, you know? Also, society has become more rude in general

Anonymous said...

That is INSANE that they just sat and watched you and didn't even help! That makes me so mad! And also, love the boots, and also, I'm a helpless Diet Coke addict. There. I said it. Having an ever-flowing fountain of it here at the office? Well, I would never leave. Or sleep.

Anonymous said...

I'm totally with you. Even a strong, independent woman needs some help sometimes! They should have at least offered!!!

And the boots! Droooool.

Madam Crunchypants said...

I had a fantastic discussion about this type of thing with a guy I know.

He said he used to always feel worried about holding doors and other tasks that might make 'feminists' upset. Until one day he realized he was holding a door open for a old guy.

He had this huge epiphany. He does these types of things out of respect. Regardless of gender. So now he feels confident holding the door open, or offering to life heavy items because for him, it's his way of showing respect to the individual who is benefiting from his assistance.

I love that he sees it that way. And I know he wouldn't have let you struggle with those pop syrups - he carried my diaper bag and Punkin's portable high chair to my car after a dinner we were at one night because he 'was there, and should help'.

Brillig said...

"Needless to say, my balance wasn't quite what it normally is." HAHAHA. And just how good is it normally? You ARE the Walking Kateastrophe, after all. It should be illegal for some people to wear pointy high heeled boots (which are insanely gorgeous in their sassiness, by the way).

I have often thought that I was given so many little boys to raise because God knew that my hubby would whip them into gentleman-shape. I've already seen Brian work his magic on them--it's so cute to see!

When I was a teen, I spent a lot of time on campus with my mom, walking from one building to another, generally having to cut through the SWKT, and we found that so often men would just let a door fall on our faces, where women were more likely to hold it open behind them before they walked on. When we'd find a guy who did hold open the door, my mom would wink at me (I KNOW you can picture her doing this) as if to say, "yup, I'll let you date THAT one." Hahaha.

Rhonda Can't Help You said...

I totally know who all the jerks in that story were- I LOVE that! I'm big on that kind of thing- even though I am VERY self sufficient and don't ask for help. If it's offered (whether I take it or not), I'm extremely impressed.

I know that I brag about my nephews alot, but Jake held the door open for my mom (or tried to- grandpa had to help a little) to go into the restaurant. Someone's teaching that kid right. It's not me...for the record- when he's mean, i think it's hilarious.

Hooray for cowboys!!!

Jewels said...

This is why I married a cowboy! Cody seriously was the most gracious, kind, most gentleman-ly man I had ever met. To this day, he still gets the door for me treats me like a lady. I must agree with Cole's perspective - I have met guys who are nervous when they hold doors open for women for fear that they will get an argument in return rather than a 'thank you'. However, is it so wrong to simply do the respectful act, regardless of the outcome? She will be the one who looks like an idiot, not the gentleman holding the door.

Gunfighter said...

A few things, Kate.

1st: I would never have let you lift that box by yourself.

2nd: The guys you work with are spineless eels who shouldn't be allowed to reproduce... and they should be beaten.

3rd: Nice shoes.

Sara said...

I don't care who was watching you do that man or woman someone should have offered you and your fantastic shoes some help! Sheesh! I was grocery shopping the other day with Sam and holding Lucy and someone actually offered to help me put my stuff on the convayer belt and it TOTALLY made my day. I think people in general are less gracious than they used to be. All of us just need to step it up, and then maybe someone will pay it forward.

Virtualsprite said...

I totally agree with everyone. It's not a gender issue, it's a humanity issue. Geez... it doesn't take any effort to offer to help, does it? And if you don't need help, say no, thank you. My god... it's like etiquette has completely gone out the window.

But I *LOVE* those boots. Must have them.

Butrfly Garden said...

Oh, girl, I know EXACTLY what you mean! I, too, am more of a 'rugged' girl. I'm prety tough - at least I used to be - and can do pretty much everything for myself. But that doesn't mean I WANT to. I was PREGNANT when I was supposed to be hauling boxes of files back and forth through the office and only ONE person stepped up. An older, Russian man who told me "You no lift those! No! You sit!"

The Man likes to do manly jobs, too. When I patched the hole in the sheetrock, he sat sullen because he wanted to be the one fixing the house. :D

But you know what I realized at the end of your post? My boy is going to grow up to just sit and f*(*&g watch too!! How do I stop this?? Maybe I'll swoop on it when he takes an actual interest in girls!

Oh, and those boots? HAWT!

Not the Maid said...

Unfortunately, this is what happens when scciety raises boys and girls to be the "same" and "equals." I completely agree with you - I consider myself independent, but certainly don't scoff at chivalrous gestures.

Goofball said...

In general people offer less and less help...we're all out on our own very often until that day that an exception sparks our day.

Great boots though, although the heels would make me very tired by the end of the evening. I'd go for just a bit lower myself but I gotta have heels as well!

Heather said...

Male or female, any decent human being would have offered to help you in that situation. Even if you were a hairy, sweaty, 250 pound guy.

I agree that men are simply not gentlemen anymore. And I'm sorry to say that women are sometimes not any better.

Working hard to teach my children to be the respectful, helpful type.

I can't complain too much, though. Like you, I'm surrounded by the men in my family who are definitely gentlemen.

Julie Pippert said...

It's not even relevant IMO that they were male and you were female. It could have been two women and been equally discourteous to sit and watch without an offer of help.

Now me, I'd say, "Hey glad you like the show but now it's audience participation time so get over here and help!" with a big laugh.

I wouldn't keep struggling while they watched. I am independent and sort of a lone ranger for doing things on my own, but still...

That doesn't mitigate that the right thing was for them to offer. And they should have.

Also I think the "men are scared to offer to help because of the feminist movement" is a load of crap.

Real men know what's right, and follow good morals and ethics. If the other person is rude in reply, that's not to do with the man or his action; it's all on the other rude person. KWIM?

Umm and HI thanks for letting me come rant and rave on your blog LOL.

Julie
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