From top left: 1.Robin Williams. 2.Common. 3.Adrien Brody. 4.Michael Ealy. 5.Christopher Charles (http://chrischarles.me/) 6.Adam Rodriquez. 7.Idris Elba
Please note that the persons illustrated above are by no means a representation of the blogger's taste in men. They are just representations...
You know, people always laugh at me for saying this but I really do mean it and it's a serious subject! So I'll just come out and say it. On this day forth I say that, I can appreciate the male species. I really do. I love men. Black, blue, white, red, short, tall, freckle faced, pot belly, polka dotted - You name it, I love them all. I'm laughing as I type this because I know this is going to be taken the wrong way. These are the times when I'm grateful that none of my (real life) friends read my blog (or take it seriously - booo!) I say this because it used to be common for my friends and I to testify of our hatred for men and how 'they all suck' and how 'there just ain't enough good men out there'. I grew up with my aunts and other female family members proudly belittling their spouses, so this kind of talk was normal for me. My friends and I would cock our heads and kiss our teeth at any boy that wanted to play with us, "eurgh! go away boy!" we'd shriek - In our minds back then, we were now morphing into women.
I picked up this habit of blaming men for every problem I had (or would soon have), e.g. pregnancy, stress, period, period cramps, period cravings, period mood swings, just plain period. Most of the time these conversations never stayed between us women and since it wasn't enough to bash men behind their backs, we'd cuss them out in public too! They'd be too nice or too clingy or too sensitive or not sensitive enough or not caring or too this or too that, men never caught a break! As my relationship with God develops, I've gotten a whole new revelation about this mindset and I've discovered that it's dangerous. Very dangerous. My narrow mindset in respect to how I saw men was a direct reflection of how I saw God ultimately and my inability to see men as creatures that God'd created put me on a path to hating them... Men that is. From an early age I'd proudly labelled myself as a feminist, although I was not entirely sure what this word meant. But regardless of what I call myself now, I recognise that men are beautiful beings why not say that.
I can dig a few things about men. Let me tell you what I can appreciate; a nice beard/goatee that frames the face nicely. A well fitted suit! A thoughtful gaze and a confident smile. The talkative or the socially inept. The swift walker or the one with the pep in his step. The cheesy grinner and mysterious onlooker. The one with the piercing blue eyes or the smouldering brown eyes. The eye-levelled gentleman or tall and handsome. The white dude and the black dude, the African or the Asian man. The mamas boy or papa's own. Oh you want more? How about the hard worker, the honest, the downtrodden, the tired, the weary, depressed and weak? You didn't think I'd stop there right? Nope, there is beauty in the guy that tries to succeed despite his hardships, but there is also beauty in the guy that has surpassed his hurdles. Not all men are the monsters some of us women try to portray them as. I can honestly say that in the last 3 years I have met more charming and wonderful men who have helped flipped my view of men upside down. Dare I say I haven't met more than a handful of guys that would cause me to think otherwise. Despite what 'reports' or 'figures' show, there are good men but if you're constantly looking for errors in them, you'll most certainly find them and they'll never be good enough for you. Perhaps we need to take the log out of our eyes when pointing out the 'oh so bad' flaws that men have and see what we can do to help make the change that is needed to encourage a better man.