Monday, October 29, 2012

Viva la Difference.



As a preamble, I should point out that this particular ‘Blog’ is not directed at any individual but is, rather, a general view. There will be, naturally, differences and exceptions.



Men and women are different.

No. Really.

I appreciate that this is hardly the sort of news that is normally preceded by words such as ‘Shock!’ or ‘Horror!’ and neither is it in the nature of ‘Breaking News here on CNN at Ten’.

Of course, the physical differences are self-apparent. Anatomically we are different. This is the sort of thing that keeps several industries turning over.
It is the mental differences that are intriguing. Those things that we all see and hear but, perhaps, don’t always register as differences.
Let’s look at some of the obvious ones.

Some time ago I wrote a ‘Blog’ that included a thought about ‘Vegans’. Part of that consideration was the idea that we have evolved over thousands of years to accommodate a certain dietary requirement.
We could reasonably extend that thought into other areas.

Several thousand years ago, in a small village East of the nearest other small village, the Chief would be pre-occupied with several things like keeping his people fed and serving out justice; there might also be a worry about remaining as Chief in the face of up and coming younger rivals.
The village will also contain a number of desirable and attractive young females. All of them will wish to mate with the Chief. Why? Because he is successful. He has the means, strength and authority to protect her and, most of all, the offspring.
Sitting out by the fence and fluttering her eyelashes is not enough. If she wants to catch this fellow she needs to be pro-active. This will mean putting herself into his line of sight and, most importantly, ensuring that her best features are displayed for his attention and appreciation.
She is, we will surmise, successful in her strategy. She catches him.
Now she has a problem.
Keeping him.
Now that she has got him and successfully, one might think, bred with the Chief, she is busy looking after the home and the child(ren?). There is little time in the day to address her personal assets, which will begin to decay with successive childbirths.
The Chief is still strong and attractive to the other little girls in the village.
[Note here: in those days we are talking about a society that has a limited life span – possible only thirty years. Someone over thirty would be a village elder and a source of knowledge about the history and traditions of the village. Small girls of ten years, or so, would be marriageable; this is, to us, the act of a paedophile but we cannot judge past cultures by our, modern, standards. The way we live, compared to theirs, is very different – as is our longevity.]
The other girls have slim, lithe, fit figures that are, potentially, more attractive to the Chief than his wife. How does his wife keep him?
Who does she blame if he ‘wanders off’?
It still happens today. You see it all the time in the newspapers. Men have affairs (and women take lovers, too), they are discovered and all hell breaks out. It is the end of everything that they have previously held dear; perhaps it means losing their job.
You see, coupled (if I might coin a phrase) with the idea described above women are biologically hard-wired to be with one man – exceptions exist, of course. Men are, equally, biologically hard-wired to spread their seed into as many females as possible in order to promote their ‘line’.
Women are connected up mentally to look after the children, which is why they have breasts, ‘Playboy’ notwithstanding. This extends to looking after the home and keeping it safe for the children to play and learn in.
The man’s role in all this is to go out and hunt for food. We are an omnivorous species, the man is physically equipped to go out and hack down animals to feed the family. He is also there to protect his village, his home and his family. This is the basis of the word ‘husband’ – one who nurtures and protects. A similarity can be drawn with the phrases ‘ship’s husband’ and ‘animal husbandry.

This process has been with us for thousands of years. We cannot dispense with it overnight no matter what the ‘politically correct’ people and the feminist movement people want.
We are human animals that have developed over a vast period of time, the changes sought by ‘human rights’ protagonists are a dream right now. It will take hundreds of years more to resolve this and get us thinking in a different way.
We are technologically advanced but our social advancement has been very limited.

Even now the differences between men and women are apparent.
Who do factories, especially electronic manufacturers, employ to do delicate and fine work over a period of hours? Women. Why? Because they are better at it.
Women are accustomed to looking after the details of the home and the needs of the children; this includes making their clothes and preparing their food.
Detail. Fine detail. Concentration for long periods at a time.
Men?
Men are out surveying the area for prey and enemies. They are looking for the big picture; detail is something that only occurs for brief periods every now and then.

This is, of necessity, only a brief glimpse at the subject. I’m quite sure you can do more with it and fill in the gaps.

What does it have to do with writing?

This.

When you describe men and women remember that there is more to them than their physical attributes.
These other characteristics are also different. The way women think is different to the way that men think.
When Mary Shelley wrote ‘Frankenstein’ she was clever enough to give Dr. Frankenstein male characteristics. This indicates what an astute observer she was back in the early 1800s. Sadly, some modern writers are not so observant, male writers give women male characteristics and vice versa.

Think about what you are writing; make it part of your proofreading system.

Men and women are different.

Thank heavens!

Monday, October 1, 2012

Opinions, Choices, Decisions.




“The Truth Shall Set You Free.”

Will it?

The NAZIs decided that ‘Arbeit Mach Frei’ and spelt it out over the entrance to the concentration camps.

‘Truth’ or ‘Work’.

Many people have concluded that ‘work’ is the curse of the drinking classes so, perhaps, it is alcohol that shall set you free.

You need work. Work is something that provides the necessary stresses and pressures – peer pressure and time pressure, to keep you going. It keeps your soul lit up; it motivates us so that we do things. We do nothing without motivation.

Opinions motivate us, too. Other people’s opinions. They shouldn’t but they do.
Many years ago a fellow said, to me, “You don’t like me very much, do you, Leyman?”
“No, you are completely wrong,” I told him, “I don’t like you at all.”
He was quite irritated by that.

It was, after all, the truth. Did I feel any more freedom for saying that? Not really. If I was completely honest I suspect that anyone who was slightly less insensitive than me might have regretted it.

What if someone says something like that to me?
Well, to be brutally honest, people say harsh things to me quite often. Must be part of that mystical allure I have for people who are intellectually challenged and socially barbaric.
Birds, as they say, of a feather...
The fact of that matter is that, for the most part, I don’t care what people say about me. This is because there are very few people whose opinion of me matters – to me. Thus I am able to just let it go. Let the insult or barbed words wing their merry way into the ether where they will die harmlessly.
It may be that they are right. I am ugly, fat, opinionated (oh, spotted that one did we?) and wrinkled up with advancing years. Being deaf, colour blind and, as previously stated, insensitive makes me a fair target.
Of course, there is always a truth in the idea that those who ‘dish it out’ must be prepared to ‘get it back’.

Sadly, there are too many people who cannot take a joke or insult without getting nasty about it.
Asimov (my hero) said that violence is the last resort of the incompetent.
He was, largely, correct.
Sometimes violence is the only answer. Sometimes violence is not the only answer but it is the only one that will satisfy the soul. Sometimes somebody will inflict so much abuse on another human being – physical and psychological, that the need to punish physically is so overwhelming satisfying that nothing else will take its place.
How do you decide?
Often there is no rational decision to make. Often the response is a gut feeling, a knee-jerk reaction.
The person inflicting the original violence is always innocent. Always.
We have a case here, now, in Malaysia where a husband is turning on the wife in such a cruel manner that there can be only one person to blame and yet the wife feels that she is to blame, that she is bringing all this down on her.
Of course it is not true, it is always the abuser’s fault.
For many, many years throughout my twenty-seven years in the military and the twenty-odd years since, I have seen this happen. I have seen abused persons in a marriage, having been given the opportunity to leave, not do so because they are still ‘in love’ or that the other ‘will change’.
It never happens.
One of my favourite young ladies, years ago was psychologically tormented by her husband but stayed with him for a long time before, eventually, calling it quits. Even then she admitted to still being in love with him.

This will tell you that there are situations in which ignoring the abuses or insults is not an option.
If I am insulted by someone close it hurts. Of course it does. The reality of that insult is that the person close to you knows you very well and so the insult is likely to be accurate and, worse still, true.

What are your choices in such a situation?
Our choices are always a result of:
The Things our Senses Tell Us
Previous Knowledge
Previous Experience
Expectation
Personal Goals
Context
But the decision that you make will be affected by other things including:
Knowledge of Geographical Location
Financial Status
Health
Probability of Success
Fear

So what do we have? We have a set of circumstances in which you are abused by a stranger or by someone close – a family member, perhaps.
The abuse from either party can be physical or psychological.
Your choice is how you react.
If a stranger or acquaintance insults you then you can choose to be angry or you can choose to be amused.
The choices when you are insulted by someone close begin to close in and become less obvious and less wide ranging.

Some years ago I worked in Sudan.
The poverty there was crippling and endemic. For many of these people their choice was limited to, “Shall I get up or just lie here and die?”
For them, choosing between cereals and pancakes for breakfast would be sheer luxury. They just hoped that there would be something to eat that day. Anything.
Tossing a few coins to the beggars was impossible because you would immediately be inundated by hundreds of open hands.
For them there were no choices. None.

Your opinion of them would be meaningless to them. When survival means scraping something out of the ground you have no care what others think of you. Pride is irrelevant.
Truth? Work? Alcohol? Not for them. Their truth is hand-to-mouth; there is no work and alcohol is forbidden – it would, very likely, kill them anyway. A merciful release? Unlikely.
Somebody asked me once, after I told him my neighbour was a hundred and five years old, “Who would want to be a hundred and five?”
The answer is, patently, “Someone who is a hundred and four, I expect?”
For some things there are no choices, decisions are out of your hands and into the hands of someone else although opinions vary on that, too.

Opinions, choices and decisions.

These are luxuries.

If you have them you are fortunate. Use them wisely and in a kindly manner or you become socially barbaric and intellectually incapacitated.

Just my opinion.