Writer Christine Bryza asks the question so many women are asking these days:
“I do not, do not, do not need a man. But man do I want one, and I am tired of feeling guilty for doing so. There is something about a male presence that is unlike any other comfort, and his absence is unsettling. I appreciate my roommates immensely, but they cannot salve the stresses of my day with a long, slow hug and a reassuring pat on the ass. My roommates will not pull me to the couch and rub my feet as we zone out to a basketball game. I do not watch sports when I am single. No one but my man can get away with tickling me, and he is the only one besides my teddy bear with whom I can cuddle at night. Not to mention my vigorous sex drive and the fact that vibrators, while handy, cannot kiss.“
She continues . . .
“So what do my female peers have to say? Some women find it traitorous for me to verbalize these desires. I am encouraged to plan my career: I get enthusiastic approval when I outline professional goals. But mention marriage, i.e., my long-term plan for being loved and laid, and it is rolled eyes all around.”
“What I do know is that I need a man. Maybe not yet — maybe now I merely want him. But it is only a matter of time till the need kicks in, and there should be no shame in a need that is natural.”
TheStateOf . . . “Juwanna Man.” I (J) told y’all the rampant, unchecked feminism only leaves women combative and unhappy. Men and women need each other, but the media tells us that we don’t. Monkey see; monkey do. I can’t believe the amount of women in their late 20s/early 30s that still profess to “not need a man” and want to “wait” before having kids. Girl, you betta get started–you ain’t got much time!!
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