(a.k.a. So Long, Sucker)
Keep this in mind. Nothing is complete. It’s all a work in progress. A poem. Our lives. Society. The words I’m sharing with you today. About… Prince Charming?
And if he were a horse? My little Arabian, Flying Crow, reminds me how much work a relationship is. The hardest horse I’ve had to train. And from him, the most I have had to learn.
A dance to the silence of winter
the dog enchanted
by the echo of his bark
against frozen cliffs
across solid water
and when he settles
and his echo and ego
let him go
I am there immersed
winter white sounds
And then there is my dog. OK, let’s not go there. He is still a work in progress. Progressing several times a day and I’m not quite sure we’re getting anywhere. At least not where I was intending.
But this is not about them. This is about… men.
A revelation of sorts.
The myth of Cinderella and Snow White and the Walt Disney Princess. Shattered.
Well, many of us figured that one out already.
But what about… him?
Seems like the woman is always blamed for holding on, seeking, expecting that myth to be maintained.
But what about the man?
Really, take a good look. I think you’ll see he can be equally at fault in this fictitious fantasy, holding onto the hope of being and remaining Prince Charming Forever. Societal teachings started as children. Based (loosely) on nature, one might say. And perhaps some men DO want to be the provider, the knight in shining amour, and Prince Charming.
Come on, guys. How many of you used to believe that’s what a Real Man should be?
Or at least, have you thought maybe it would be nice to be HIM? There you’d be, with her hanging onto your arm, following you fearlessly through hell and high water because you are brave and strong and will provide for her and love her until death do you part…
Forget partnership. Forget a real relationship. A healthy, loving, respectful interaction between two individuals. That’s hard work. And not always healthy for one’s manly ego. Instead, let’s hold onto that castle in the sky.
Now hold on. Who am I to lecture on relationships? I’m about the last person I ever thought would have (or make) a “good” relationship; a “healthy” one; a balance of respect, love, fun and compatibility. Figured I’d always be my solid, solitary self. (Or not so solid, but that’s another story.) Yet here I am, ten years into one better that I ever imagined, and I’m not falling apart at my independent seams. In fact, he kinda helps hold them together as they unravel from time to time. Scary.
But really, that’s not what I mean to do. Lecture. All I wanted to do was share my revelation of the all too present social expectations not only for her, but for him.
Considering this is a biased audience already proving to be Modern Men by reading a Woman’s Blog (that said, fact is half my readers are men) we may not get a true view of the whole of our society.
Let’s start with this one: Happily Ever After does not exist.
Ah-ha. But Willing to Work through the Hard Times does.
Look around. You’ll see the Neanderthal hunter- gather is no longer in high demand in today’s society here in the Western World. We have Safeways. And we all know it is actually the same guys out there practicing their primitive skills as stopping by that Safeway for a ripe bell pepper to compliment the meal, a crisp side to go with their fresh kill.
Whatever. OK, think of this. The old macho traits aren’t what are going to get us further in society. One could say we as society have been there and done that. And now we have evolved. Looking back, that Neanderthal dude was not the best thing mankind had to offer. Sure, you may want to hunt, go ahead and do it for fun or food or what not. But don’t think it makes you a better man. A more primal man, maybe, but it’s been a long time since one considered “primal” a truly attractive trait and one that has brought society to its higher state.
Well then, what is he? Who is he, this Modern Man?
He need not be Prince Charming, a football quarterback, or a Neanderthal hunter/gatherer. He may not be the blue collar worker home from the mill kicking back on his well worn Lazy Boy with a can of Lite beer in one hand and the remote control in the other. I rather hope he is not just that, but that’s my personal thing….
He need not be the Metro Sexual donning shiny shoes, carrying a Murse, and sipping espresso while ready poetry or the sensitive man tearing up watching The Titanic.
But maybe he is.
And that’s the thing about the rise of the Modern Man and the death of Prince Charming. Today’s man has choices. As Women’s Lib opened doors for we women, time has opened choices for men too. Let’s get rid of expectations. You do not HAVE to be the hunter, warrior, provider or Prince Charming. And if you can be, guess what? So can I. That, my friends, is the best part of the modern man, the modern woman, the evolution of the human species. We can choose. We can grow beyond expectations, assumptions and fairytales. We decide what is right. We can use our brain, not Walt Disney’s. We can dream. Our own dreams. Not some phony one we saw on the big screen in pastel colors.
Pardon the comparison, Modern Man and Women’s Lib, for man is not traditionally suppressed simply by the sex into which he was born as woman worldwide too often are. I speak from my personal perspective, a narrow view from a most privileged part of the world.
So where was I? Oh yes. Prince Charming. Stop waiting for him, gals. Bet even if you think you found him, chances are pretty good he won’t be what you were hoping for. He’s a pretty shallow and selfish character. And chances are, if he thinks he’s your Knight in Shining Armor, than you’re just a damsel in distress. Don’t go there. Please. Hope for better. Expect, demand, work for and create better. Really. You deserve it. Believe in the best. But don’t buy the fairy tale. Believe in yourself, the power of the modern man, the strength of a healthy relationship, your own ability to build the life you want, balanced with the ability to ask for help when you need it without thinking it’s the knight in shining armour that’s going to come to your rescue, and whisk you away on the white horse so you can be happy ever after. You won’t be. That’s life. Enjoy the ups and downs and hard work and heartache and stumbling blocks and growth and all of it. It’s a package deal. They don’t show you that part in the Disney films.
This rant is inspired by the wonderful, strong, independent woman who (like most of us) once may have fallen for the fairy tale… And when her fairy wings sprouted, she learned to believe in herself. And fly.
For my daughter, if I had one. But I have a son. So for him, a reminder of what he can be, and need not be, too…