Monday, March 3, 2008

Excuse me? Which Way are the Americas?




So why won't men ask for directions? That old age question was being debated again the other day.

That's easy-peasy. It's not because the woman is holding the map when in the car, its not because men are shy and it's only partly because they're stubborn. As all women know, it's all about personal honour.

Manly pride. Respect.

A bloke needs to be in control and in charge. He's the head of the mob, the leader of the pack, the lord of all he surveys. The reluctant ancestorial DNA that tells us that the alpha male must guide the party, take charge and lead the others around him. "Onward" sounds the leaders cry...not "Where are we going?"

Can you imagine what would have happened if the strong brave hunter gatherer admitted to being lost whilst a-hutning? In fact the big secret is that the actual direciton of travel matters not at all; above all else is the simple determination to get there regardless of where "there" might end up being. Just look at the amazing array of patriotism and honour born from not asking for directions and forging on regardless..

...the landing at Gallipoli
...the discovery of America


There is one speicies of male, I revere more than all others- the superior minority within the gender.

Men in pink shirts will ask for directions. (I'm not kidding!!)
Men who wear pink are fearless, brave and strong. They know themselves and they're not afraid of those around them. They are quintessential alpha males and they know that the way to take chrge of a situaiton is to ask for directions and guide one's companion confidently to the destination. They stand tall and pround in pink, fusia, lavendar and other shades and wow, all men look totally sexy in pink.

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