Whenever you hear a love song by a man, he’s not begging to be loved, he’s not pleading to be worshipped, he’s pouring out something he already has, his love. The direction of love flows from the man to the woman. He’s the source, she’s the recipient. His songs confess, tell stories, express pain, and reveal loss. He gives, he remembers, he bleeds.
Modern women flip the script. Their songs are not about giving love, they’re about demanding it. Wanting it. Needing it. The direction reverses. It isn’t from them, it’s toward them. They don’t love, they wait to be loved. They treat love like a prize they deserve for existing.
Whitney Houston’s song makes it obvious. “I Wanna Dance With Somebody Who Loves Me” isn’t a song of devotion, it’s a plea to be adored. She doesn’t want to love someone, she wants to be the object of love. The man is secondary. The focus is her emotional hunger.
Yes, she also sang “I Will Always Love You,” but Dolly Parton wrote that decades earlier. And that song stands out because it’s rare. It’s not the trend. The trend is women singing about what they lack, what they crave, what they expect. It’s a growing pattern in the last 50 years. Female artists aren’t expressing love, they’re expressing entitlement to it.
I saw this mentality firsthand. In high school and college, girls openly said they wanted to have babies so the baby could love them. They didn’t talk about loving the baby, they talked about needing the baby to fix the hole in their heart. They placed emotional responsibility on a newborn.
Men don’t think like this. A man knows love requires action. If he wants to feel love, he gives it. He plays with his child, shows affection, bonds through time and energy. That act of giving creates connection. It transforms him. That’s why he feels love.
Many women don’t give love to the child. They expect love from the child. And when that love flows toward the father, jealousy kicks in. The mother feels left out. Not because she was mistreated, but because the child naturally bonded with the one who gave. She sees it as betrayal. She punishes both the father and the child for not orbiting around her.
That’s what modern women get wrong. They think love is something they’re supposed to receive. They think being loved is a right. But love doesn’t come to those who demand it. It grows in those who give it.
Until women stop chasing love like it’s oxygen and start becoming loving themselves, they will stay trapped in emptiness, waiting for someone else to do the work they refuse to do.
