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The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Sounds like a bit of a dumb idea to me. A fun marriage is one in which your wife wants to have sex with you. A miserable one is one in which she doesn’t, of course; and if she didn’t want to, but did anyway 365 times out of a sense of obligation, well, that would be just a tiny step up.
But what I really think of as a walking death, is the kind of arrangement that is much more realistic and apparently much more common: The never-ending power struggle, in which a shared interest in any given situation is thought to be an impossibility, and every hour of every day is a contest to see which “side” gets what it “wants.” Yech. So for me, the interesting part was halfway through the article:
“To be honest, I didn’t tell my friends what I’d got him until halfway through the year,” says Charla [Muller]. “When I did, they were just incredulous, with most thinking that I was quite mad.
“One girlfriend said I must never, ever tell her husband what I was doing in case he got any ideas.
“What they took issue with most was the timescale. Some could see the merits in offering their husband daily sex for a week, perhaps a month. But a year? It was unthinkable.”
Wow, I hope this isn’t what it looks like: Sex every day for a year would mean no “Do This Or I Won’t Have Sex With You” for a year. The surrender of a bargaining chip. If that’s the case…and I see no reason to think otherwise…there are a lot of married men stumbling around in sort of a hell-on-earth. Just going through the motions of actually sharing a life with someone, but in reality each new day is sort of a “What am I gonna get outta him.”
The article, it seems, is really just an advertisement for a new book Muller wrote. She’s becoming a Dr. Laura wannabe; the book is about her husband’s birthday present, and what they learned about their relationship during the course of the year. Well, it’s kinda tough to take the position that the product isn’t needed, huh. Pop open the article — there are other comments about what her dippy girlfriends had to say to her about her birthday-gift idea. The comments are biting, scolding, cutting. They aren’t comments that would come from wives who are truly happy with their husbands, at least that’s my opinion. Really, I think I’d rather live on a mountainside in a cardboard shack with a 3 lb. coffee can for a toilet, than live in a marriage like one of these.
You know the perfect analogy to this: The candy vending machine. You want something out of it, you put the dollar in, you get what you want out of it. Sounds metaphorical for a man having sex with a woman. But flip it around for a second. The woman has a dollar, and the dollar is her offer of sex to the man. What she wants out of him, for today, is anybody’s guess…Mother is coming to visit, the windows need cleaning, I need to go shopping. So she bargains. The machine is obliged to deliver the goods once the dollar is provided. If the goods aren’t forthcoming, the machine can’t have the dollar.
After awhile, two unhealthy realities set in:
1. The machine acts like a “machine” and loses its unpredictability. All the decision making is left to the “human” which is the woman. If you know anything about women, you know after awhile women find this boring and exhausting.
2. Ask a thousand office workers who spend their days in proximity to a candy machine. Do any of them have anything good to say about the machine? No. So a wife, in that arrangement, won’t have anything good to say about the husband. There won’t be any reason to think she would.
Just sayin’.
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I gotta say that the fumes of bullshit coming off that article are thick enough to make my eyes bleed.
- vanderleun | 07/10/2008 @ 11:15Articles like this are written for the ladeez.
And when females misunderstand the male mind, they don’t ask questions, except to other females who understand it no better.
- mkfreeberg | 07/10/2008 @ 11:19