I'm a traditional girl. I believe in male and female roles for the most part, but I also realize that in today's social climate, a lot of those roles have gone stale, they're played out. However, my best friend asked me today if it was okay for a woman to propose to a man. My immediate answer was no, absolutely not. There are some traditions that should be kept intact. While I have very realistic non-traditional feelings about getting married, I do believe that if it's going to go down, it needs to go down with the guy down on his knee. Of course there are exceptions. Maybe it's a couple that's been together for a while. You're happy, he's happy, all is well. One day, you're talking and collectively decide to get hitched. I'm totally okay with that. But if he comes home one day, and you're on your knee in a circle of candles with a ring in your hand...um, no, not particularly a fan of that.
Men are known to be protectors, providers, professors (thanks, Mr. Harvey), while women hold down the nurturing, caring, and emotional aspects. But is it okay to have a man that's more nurturing and sensitive? Or perhaps a woman that makes more financially? I think the answer to both is yes, but there's a fine line that cannot be crossed for if it is, the very essence of what makes a man, a man and a woman, a woman, is blurred and that's where trouble takes up residence. Men need to feel like they wear the proverbial pants. No argument from me there. I won't argue that. I want him in them as well. I want him to move me to the inside of the street or reach out and grab my hand when there are tons of men around (looking at me of course). I want him to be my protector, but I want him to understand that I can also fend for myself. In the same case, I know he needs me to cater to him in certain ways, while also wanting the chance to do the same for me. It's about balance, obviously. It's like you're on a seesaw together and while you give and take and go up and down, sometimes it's okay to just balance in the middle.
That bitch stole my line,