There’s no one way to be a man.
Men who get their periods are men.
Men who get pregnant and give birth are men.
Trans and non-binary men belong. #InternationalMensDay
— ACLU (@ACLU) November 19, 2019
Ladies, remember the Women’s Movement from the 1970s? Remember how we were all supposed to be just like men? Have the same jobs, the same pay, the same ability to have free love, free sex with no consequences? Breaking taboos, such as going shirtless, burning bras, not being a ‘housewife’ but a ‘contributing member of society?’ As if having and raising children and keeping a pleasant home were equal to slavery. So some decided to be just like men, while denigrating others who did not agree.
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not sign him, he would turn around and call them racists and maybe try to sue again. So, the NFL set up a workout and invited all teams to send representatives. This way they could evaluate the QB without being singled out and possibly face a bad public relations situation.
The Chicago Symphony Orchestra New York Tour, Nov. 15, 2019 (© Todd Rosenberg Photography)My wife and I enjoy hearing different symphony orchestras, as you can read in my recent posts. It’s fascinating to hear their varied sounds and attitudes in close conjunction. After only six weeks, the 2019-2020 concert season has been a very special treat for us, as we suffer through hearing a dozen first class orchestras in some of the world’s finest concert halls.
Human beings, by nature, are hungry. A basic human need is to feed our hunger, and it shows up in many different ways. Our most fundamental hunger appears in our bodies telling us that we need to nourish ourselves, that we need to be fed. Some people hunger for recognition and even fame. Others are hungry for learning. Still others want to control others, either in their work or through authoritarian means. Many seek material possessions to satisfy their cravings. The question for me, though, is why do people crave the impractical or impossible, when they already have attained so much?
“Every generation laughs at the old fashions but religiously follows the new,” wrote Henry David Thoreau, who died in 1862, deprived of the glittering spectacle of aesthetic, intellectual, religious, and cultural fashions that would follow. He was only 45. Which, come to think of it, was about the same age I was when I checked out of the popular music scene altogether, the increasing poverty of melody or even musicality doing to my spirit what a jackhammer does to a Stradivarius.