I believe Jordan Peterson has spoken quite a bit about the difference between two types of men.
On the one hand, you have a competent, and responsible guy who works well with others, solves problems, can be the head of a household and a good provider.
On the other hand, you may have a control freak with jealousy issues. He’s manipulative. He plays games. He may have divided loyalties. He puts himself first and enjoys exerting power over those who are weaker.
It’s an important part of growing up for women to learn the difference between these types. In many cases, a girl can learn this from observing her own father (for good or ill). Unfortunately many women do not learn this lesson at all.
Many women find a competent, and responsible guy who can take charge and provide solutions and they say: “Get me out of here! That’s the patriarchy! I know danger when I see it!!”
Alternatively, these same women may find a smooth talking charmer who has a way of ingratiating himself into their lives and creating some exciting situations and making himself the real center of their world: “Prince Charming! It’s True Love at last! Marry that guy before he runs off with someone else!”
Not all men are bad, but I think a lot of women have no ability to spot the good ones. Of course, a lot of men can’t spot the good women either.
I’m double dog glad I’m married to Mr. GG2. The gold stand for reliable and trustworthy. 😊
Watch Dateline, Dead by Morning etc to see how bad women judge men.
I can. The good woman is the one I would hit it with.
“Of course, a lot of men can’t spot the good women either.”
My shtick used to be:
“If there’s a crazy woman in the room, I can find her.
Put me in a room full of supermodels and if there’s one sitting in the corner playing with a knife, I’ll go talk to her. ‘You look interesting. Hey, is that thing sharp?’ “
I actually did marry a good one, though.
When I was in HS and dumped for the first time, my amazing Mama told me that I might have to kiss a lots of frogs before I found my handsome prince. It was her way of telling me that I was worthy of a special guy. I’m glad I kept looking. Found him.
If high schools taught basic 'how to' for relationships rather than which sex toys do what - we might have a saner culture, fewer suicides and less hysterical sexual weirdos.