A man will die to save his family.
A man will die to save his friends.
A man will die to save a stranger.
A man will die for the betterment of society.
And I am not even talking about war.
How many men in Japan went on suicide missions to clean up the reactors in Fukushima? How many men walked into the radioactive wreckage of Chernobyl knowing they would die? How many firemen charge into burning buildings to save people they have never met?
Now ask, how many women risk their lives to do anything? Most just stand outside a burning building screaming, “Somebody save my baby,” while waiting for a man to go in.
A man I once knew had a burnt and disfigured face because, as a five year old, his mother ran out of a burning house and left him behind in the same room she had just escaped from. That is the kind of love he got from the woman who gave birth to him.
So when I hear women say they do not need a man, I do not get mad, I just cringe. I wish men would go on a one week strike every year. No work, no fixing, no buying, no entertainment, no effort. Just seven days of complete silence and stillness. Let the world see what happens when men stop doing everything they are quietly expected to do.
