Is It Chivalry That’s Dead, Or Good Taste?

Alex et Marion

You hear it from the girl at the bar complaining that guys spend more money on hair gel than a night out with a lady, Chivalry Is Dead.  You hear it from the perpetual nice guy finishing last who is admiring the girl admiring hair gel guy. Chivalry Is Dead, he laments.  Is it really chivalry that’s dead, or good taste?  This is what I want to address, friends, as I observe, acknowledge and appreciate random acts of chivalry on a daily basis.

Is it safe to say that there have been impolite people all throughout history, male and female?  I’m going to say yes, there have been sucky people walking the Earth as long as humans have existed- the descendants of some very rude monkeys, really.  Is it also safe to say that we all know the primary topic on any male brain at any given time, at any given place on Earth?  Yes, we all know what that is, it has always been that way, and we’re never going to change that.  There’s enough science to explain why that topic consumes the male brain, and I’m not a scientist, or a particularly smart girl, so my time is probably better put to use in sharing my observations as a simple modern young woman.  

I haven’t been on the planet long enough to say for sure when the phrase ‘Chivalry Is Dead’ came to be, I’m not google, y’all.  I imagine it happened somewhere around the time the blending of the sexes came to be as well.  It’s almost taboo now to even admit that there are reasons why men and women are WORLDS different-aside from the apparent physical characteristics.  This isn’t really about that though, it’s just important that we acknowledge how we see ourselves as women and men.  My feelings as a woman are as clear as freshly windexed windows; my feelings about douchy men are as ill fated as the nearby flying birds; and that has nothing to do with this notion of chivalry

 

chiv-al-ry noun  

: the system of values (such as loyalty and honor) that knights in the Middle Ages were expected to follow 

: an honorable and polite way of behaving especially toward women

At least according to Merriam Webster.

 

I think that we all have this image in our heads of men in previous generations as ‘do no wrongers’ and perpetual gentlemen, but this is not entirely the case.  We’ve all read about cheatin’ kings and ruthless dictators, y’all.  The roles of women, however, have evolved in such a way that women are now worlds more equal than ever before.  Though we still have worlds to evolve, there was a time when women were just simply dependent on men in a way we no longer are.  This is why modern and traditional acts of chivalry are clear signs to me of not only a well mannered and properly raised gentleman, but proof that the same values are still being passed onto men through the generations.  This is so exciting to me!

A phrase I heard my mother say frequently was ‘sometimes you just have to let the man open the jar even if you can do it yourself.’  The truth that I’ve experienced with all the men dear to me is that it is within their core DNA to feel needed.  This may sound terribly antifeminist, but I assure you, I am a true blue modern feminist, but I am NOT LIKE A MAN IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM AND NEITHER ARE YOU, GIRL.  We are still just intelligent animals with very core basic instincts, and men are still the damn hunters.   We don’t expect them to be ‘the man’ because we are afforded the opportunities now to do as we please and to make livings for ourselves and be entirely independent as women and this is GREAT.  However, if we don’t expect them to play any useful and necessary role in our lives, why do we expect them to be chivalrous?   

I am a young, stubbornly independent woman.  I chase these insanely huge ambitions, more so than the average American woman, perhaps.  I sort of loathe the idea of having to be supported by anyone in any way.  However, I embrace all that makes me a woman and sometimes that includes accepting that I have different capabilities and expectations than a man does.  In accepting this, I am able to command respect from a man, or dismiss him entirely if he does not uphold the values you know his mama taught him.  So much of how you’re treated by a man is a direct result of how you handle yourself as a woman; hard as that is to say-and hear.  All men have urges they can and (more than likely) will act upon if given the opportunity by a woman who doesn’t accept that it is, in fact, entirely within her control.  Even the best of them…and this does not make them bad, and does not dismiss chivalry’s existence. 

This isn’t to say that a relentless ladylike woman in pearls with hair ‘just so’ never comes across a terribly impolite man.  I feel strongly about acting a lady and have certainly come across gross men, and bless their hearts if ever they had an inkling they had a shot in hell.  I feel very strongly that every woman is a rare diamond and when she recognizes that within herself, she will have an easier time filtering through the varieties of men.  Having high standards may mean you experience less, and for some reason we’re conditioned to believe that’s a bad thing.  It’s not, really, but perhaps in my case-ignorance has been bliss.  Still, you tell a girl she’s pretty enough times it’s easy to overlook the suckiness.  I know that one.   I’ve been a chick for 27 years and have come across a lot of different kinds of men, and still I would say a very large percentage of them have been more than chivalrous-even the ones who lied to me.  All of their mothers would be proud to know that their sons’ held the door for me always.  They all paid for first dates.  Not a one ever treated me like a piece of meat.    

I think it’s the dating world that makes so many wonder if chivalry is dead, as girls go on enough dates with men and still feel compelled to reach for their wallets.  I know that’s a big one…but I just don’t remember being asked out so frequently for that to have been an issue.  What I can say about modern men is the lack of true courtship and persistence, as I am not the kind of girl to pursue a man.  I’m just not that cool, or haven’t been immediately struck enough by a man…either way.  I know, gentlemen, it’s hard to go after something you want because there is always the chance you will be rejected.  There were always  men  expressing interest who never did anything about it and that would annoy me in the single times.  It did not make me believe that chivalry was dead, but it did, however, strengthen my sense that if I was not pursued, I was not the right fit for them.  Men remove all obstacles to get to the woman they really want, I know that now.  

I know the dating world is hard.  I somehow avoided so much of it even in my single times; mostly out of sheer obliviousness.  I didn’t mind too much that not many men invited me out to formal dates because I didn’t care to spend too much time eating in front of a man I hardly knew-and I’m also one of the most nervous natured gals around…life is embarrassing, y’all!  The truth is, I never lost sight of who I was, or what I deserved, for the sake of not being lonely; and I sure know lonely.  Women are so malleable and will readily mold themselves into what a man wants them to be.  I did this in previous relationships, you probably did too.  We want to give love so much that we can shape ourselves into dishonest shells, and somehow feel natural in doing so.  Good grief I’m so glad I stopped doing that.

Here’s the deal.  Some women dig this notion of chivalry, some women are offended.  I watched a woman get sassy with a man who ran ahead to hold the door for her.  I can respect any woman’s view, truly, but I still wanted to smack her a little bit.  The truth is, manners are around to make people comfortable-not ‘un’.  It is the intent behind the action that matters, not solely the action itself.  To be good to people for the sake of being good is not offensive, this is called politeness.  To be good to people with selfish expectations is what is truly offensive, negating all good actions.  Chivalry is merely politeness-a man doing the right thing.   

It has become accepted worldwide that women have that otherworldly intuition stuff…I know I do, and the older I get the more I rely on it.  My intuition has answered all questions of character regarding men, whether I acknowledged it at the time or not.  If someone was lying, I knew, whether I chose to believe that inner voice or not.  Now, if I have the inkling that a man has bad intentions, I trust it and dismiss them as just….undeserving of moi.  It’s pretty simple.  The greatest thing about this is that I am now more open to observing kind acts by strangers with good intentions.  

The world isn’t out to get you every time some silly undeserving man is disrespectful.  It is important to observe dating patterns if you see consistent types of ‘dudes’ coming into your life.  You’re going to get hit on a million times at the bar, and double that number if you’re by yourself.  You’re going to be treated like a ‘hanger onner’ if you keep hanging on to unavailable men.  Gentlemen, you’re going to be left behind if you keep chasing girls with bad taste in men.  Y’all, chivalry isn’t dead, but it’s no new concept that we sometimes have to experience some bad eggs before our eyes even open up to the possibility that good ones exist!  I do feel as though most people really are good, but sometimes you find them at the wrong times.  

 

Even at the wrong times….they still know how to hold the door for you.

…and give you their jacket when you’re cold

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My Thighs Touch, Have A Nice Day

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We spend a lot of time fussing over the negative images of women in all their photoshopped glory gratuitously displayed over every blessed media form.  It’s old news to speak of the models with copied and pasted, highlighted and contoured body parts upon glossy magazine pages, and it’s old news to speak of what a small percentage of womanly figures they represent.  This phenomenon of the media dictating what is ‘attractive’ is absolutely old, exhausted news, so let’s go ahead and move on, shall we?

What we don’t do a whole lot of is share our own experiences as women, bringing to light our struggles in the hopes that we can raise another from hers.  Woman things are just taboo because we’re mysterious beings by default.  How intangible is this negative body image ‘thing’?  It’s not pleasant to talk openly about eating disorders because there are people with real struggles, right?  Let’s face it, how do you feel sorry for the girl who feels poorly about her otherwise healthy and ‘attractive’ figure?  Well, it’s not about feeling sorry. It’s about acknowledging the pollution that has been taking over generations of women, speaking honestly about how you overcome it, and when you do, how you maintain strength.

There are a number of ways anyone has gone about the battle over their negative body image.  For me, here are two things I haven’t owned in years, a TV and a scale.  I’m not trying to suggest you trash your beloved television, I have no problems with television, and I super can’t stand those “I’m better than you because I don’t watch TV” people…they are the worst.  It just turns out that life isn’t less interesting without it, and my body image is at a healthy place and well, that’s worth not knowing what the kids are talking about these days.  It’s worth it.  Instead of seeing a model in a bathing suit with a perfectly retouched, well lit and carefully angled body making ironic love to a hamburger on a luxury vehicle, I’m busy taming this flood of self confidence and acceptance.  …And the scale?  You don’t need to know if you lost a pound after peeing, come on.  It’s a useful tool for those on the journey to a new healthy life, but a torture device for the girl who spends her life with the perpetual growling stomach.

I stopped fishing for ‘thinspiration.’  I know there are at least 1,546,503,435 photos of excruciatingly toned gals in the mirror of a gym with their clever iphone cases all over Instagram.  These girls are beautiful, they work very hard and many hope their hard work inspires you to work hard too!  This is great!  This is also ‘thinspiration’ for girls with sensitive hearts and horrible body images.  These girls are of all shapes and sizes…and I was one of them, scrolling through pictures of girls with society’s “perfect” written all over them and in my head I did NOT fit it.  It’s not about campaigning for the massive take down of hot girl ‘selfies’ (as the kids say these days) at the gym, it’s about acknowledging the reasons those kinds of photos affect you.

The cold hard truth that we don’t acknowledge when we’re inundated with these images of what the media says men should be attracted to is, you’re going to have your heart broken no matter what you look like.  Someone has broken that model’s heart.  Someone cheated on Shania.  Let’s get real y’all.  I’ve had my heart broken more times than I can count, and every girl I know has, too.  It doesn’t matter if you denied yourself that piece of chocolate and went to the gym every day this week.  It doesn’t matter if you ate your weight in someone else’s  birthday cake and never stepped foot in a gym.  We are all in this experience together.  What is important is being healthy, and I am rolling my eyes as I write that annoying cliche which just went in one ear (or eye) and out the other at the speed of light if you’re struggling with an eating disorder.  I was you for the majority of my life.

All that being said, I went to the doctor where I found out I weigh 125 lbs.  Don’t tell 16 year old me, she’d lose her mind.  I don’t weigh myself at home, but I’ve been wearing a lot of the same clothes for a while so I figure this is probably just the way my body is supposed to be right now.  It’s a pretty low to average number for a girl who stands at 5’8”, which is not to brag; you know they say muscle weighs more than fat, so let’s do the math y’all-what I’ve got jiggles when I walk…I have not the athletic frame. There are things I like about my body and things society has me nervous about.  Take heart, the great wide world opens up when you let that garbage go.  It absolutely did for me.

Despite my average thin build, my thighs are not only acquainted with each other, they’re the best of friends.  My thighs touch.  They’d be just fine if they didn’t, but they sure do y’all.  I suppose I could get a membership to the gym and research the proper exercises to acquire the ‘gap’ and I bet you it wouldn’t take all that long.  I can say for sure that I wouldn’t attract any more men because of the newly acquired ‘gap.’  My exercise routine is not body part specific, it’s wellness from the inside out that matters to me anymore.

I’ve been on a year long journey with yoga, which changed my life, my heart, and the way I look at myself.  It is the greatest gift to have come my way and has shown me the importance of really caring for my body.  I have a greater lung capacity now, but my thighs still touch.  Because of this new lung capacity I can readily calm myself in stressful situations, but my thighs still touch.  I hold challenging poses for a long time that strengthen my spine and neck, preventing future back and neck problems that so many experience later in life as a result of years of heavy lifting and bad posture, and my thighs touch.  I stand tall, with thighs a’touchin’.  Ok, so I have a little muscle definition in my arms and core, but my thighs touch!  I feel good about myself, and my thighs touch…two things that, brace yourselves, are NOT mutually exclusive!

I challenge you to challenge yourself; to bridge the gap between health and beauty. This gap is as wide as the sky now and seems unreachable, but it’s not. They fly 836,000 pound metal machines in the sky 87,000 times a day worldwide, but you won’t fly until you redefine what beauty means in your heart.  You are not alone in this world where it seems unlikely that someone will grab you by the hand and tell you they get it when so many don’t.  I understand, and you are not alone.  I’m walking along with you….

……with two thighs touching.