The Rage of a Man
February 26, 2012
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Now that millions have watched the video clip of ex Prime Minister K. Rudd exploding in not finding the right words to translate something in Chinese, we might try attempt understand why men seem to lose the plot so much more than women. I am talking about this uncontrolled Nikita Khrushchev-like blind desk thumping rage, not the kind of nagging anger that perhaps some women are better skilled at.
Is it all due to sex and hormones?
No-one expected him to be perfect at his job, but that so ‘losing it’ over such a seemingly trivial matter is not all that uncommon by men. The travel by men away from wife can’t be easy on the marital conjugals, can it? Can we still not remember Fraser and his early morning wandering around the American Hotel lobby sans pants some years ago? What a plight he found himself in! What a sweet story that was. Still, he never was caught having a blind rage. He made amends ever since, not least by having resigned his Liberal Party membership. Which ex Australian PM can boast that achievement?
This blind rage is why, they, us men, wage war. War is nothing much more than massive lemming-like collective going totally over the board raving nuts by fruitcake men. How can killing make life better?
Now, women generally don’t make war and rarely suffer from blind desk-thumping rage. However, it is not uncommon that just prior to their monthly hormone changes they can get quite stroppy and are known to even have committed murder. Indeed, a defense on those hormonal grounds is sometimes still taken in consideration. There have been cases where PMS has proven to have turned women in behaving like raving mad animals. Part of the acquittal of a woman of a serious crime was that she had to undertake a strict regime of Court ordered progesterone treatment. http://www.aic.gov.au/publications/previous%20series/proceedings/1-27/~/media/publications/proceedings/16/easteal2.pdf
One woman had stopped taking the Court ordered hormonal medication and within days hurled a brick through a window. She again used her hormonal imbalance successfully to be acquitted once again.
While men are at the mercy of producing millions of restless and angry sperms every second 24/7, (year in and year out), all of those millions of aggressive squirming desperate sperms are meant to get ejected outside or inside somewhere, let’s not forget women are just as subject to their physical and hormonal proclivities as well. Are they also not held at ransom by their, just as volatile, ovaries? However, the business of ovaries is only monthly and during pregnancy even gets a bit of a well earned holiday. While with men it is often vented through blind raging Victa-lawnmower pull starting fury and hopelessly losing the plot.
We men can’t just make wars or stand above the hand-basin wanking day and night, can we?
Tags: China, hormones, Kevin Rudd, Labour Party, Liberal Party, Malcolm Fraser, Nikita Khrushchev, sex, sperm, wanking
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
We walked past this place and it had a sign at the gate “men’s shed”, open on Tuesday nights, the person running it was a female…wow!
Maybe she is a helpful soul or maybe someone looking for a partner or a male friend 🙂
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H, I sincerely need to sort this.
I have been a member in both a hands-on role and as a champion of the mainstream men’s movement for some years. I was editor with a support group of men of a newsletter ‘Men’s Journeys’, that there was a lot of palaver regarding resources over. At the last minute it did not see the light of day (which was our decision, it’s complex). Those men included professionals who have a name in men’s health and research in Australia more latterly. (I was good at it, too).
The mainstream men’s movement welcomes women. In meetings that do not, that is a decision for some reason eccentric to that meeting. Men’s support talk-fest groups, of course, too, do meet without women present. Their support team is men/women similar to myself assisting arrange the administration eg among many roles I have assisted as a debriefer simply listening to social workers unwind, talking of their personal feelings not about the individuals who are their responsibility but about general principles that come up for them and need to be discharged, organised by themselves through conversation with someone who is across their subject area.
It is not possible to frequent the environments of the men’s movement without becoming profoundly affected by the plight of men who are in need or, otherwise, will be. It has a high burn-out rate. Having spent a few years assisting edit as well what was the only women’s newspaper of its sort (in a no-men environment) I have travelled through a number of organisations learning about the gender issues that beset us. The subjects are tinder dry that bring people to all those places, establish them there.
Never have I found in any one of them anybody who enters therein looking specifically for a partner, a male friend (a husband or conversely a wife). Relationships do blossom and are deep. During one intense period of months I assisted through email into the late hours one man understand the issues particular to his building a website from scratch to service Australian men who we imagined eg with children, in straitened financial circumstances. We communicated with men world-wide who were and are leaders in the area of men’s health, who welcomed me.
The people running men’s sheds both men and women are highly trained and skilled, usually operating through a strict schedule that is described in negotiation and co-operation with a local council and integrated with a health project through the over arching policy that drives these projects, loosely ‘Health for All’. I noticed most practitioners are married. It is a little appreciated project area that struggles to get up in the first place, the passsion of those involved for their discipline knows little bounds. It’s a professional area of the sciences and the humanities working it out together.
Boy, does it struggle to maintain those feet across the door in one piece and resources to maintain the roof over its head.
It doesn’t always work good for everybody either. I have witnessed that across the palette of gender-related projects.
H, I may be wrong that it’s a big jump to your thinking the woman ‘is a helpful soul’ to recognising she may be a career woman, an editor, a gender studies student, a social worker, a council community worker but that she is skilling or skilled, helpful like a doctor can be, like emergency services staff are helpful. Who knows what might come up for her to deal with that she will successfully and a woman who loves a man sees him returning home to her at the end of that evening, walking up her front path where he was expected instead of dead. That’s a qualitative role, but driven by studies that are quantative and I can discuss some of those were I called on.
A woman looking for a partner or a male friend in a men’s shed is looking for love in some strange places. She may accidentally find it, but deliberatively looking she will likely stand out like the proverbial. There is little time for an administrator in such an place to scratch herself.
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Good one Shoe,
I have never visited men’s shed. I suppose the closest was the Parramatta scooter club where most of the members were young men. That’s ancient history though. I know that in large meetings with both men and women present, it’s the women who seem to start animated converstaions together much more than men, who generally kind of stare in front themselves, perhaps worrying about paying the mortgage or planning to change the oil somewhere.
They also spent much time thinking about sex, according to experts, every few seconds or so, they dwell and speculate about… well… eh..fanny. Fannies, of course are much the same…,even so… they think and think and speculate…it’s pathetic… that they are driven so much about all that. Why not just eat an apple or marinate some lovely cutlets with lemon juice and finally chopped up garlic?
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shoe dearest, I was only kidding, I saw Gerard’s story and I felt I had to leave a little comment of support….
I always feel bad when people are bravely putting up their stories here, and there’s no one commenting, Piglets are all busy bantering on the Dot. I’m guilty of it too.
The Leadership drama took all energy out of me, yet I felt rightly or wrongly,that I ought to say something, as I want to encourage anyone who is willing write stories for us. Amen.
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I’m floored, Gez. No worries, H. Thanks Gez, Thanks H. That straightens that out. It’s true myself and I think about genitalia from fleeting moment to moment and have noticed in conversations with men and women about their health, marital breakdown, loss of children, parents, limb, life, job, residence, mental anguish…nay, familial background, careers, gardens, chops (more the vegetarians), they are not without their rampant cock or fanny or vagina (as their interests lead them) pulsing at them in the exhibition in their pusillanimous minds, anything else of their alleged interest barely impressions on mere clay. It is clear fleet-footed* impressions (if the person has feet).
*after John Downie who wrote in Natural Tucker describing preparation of dough for a chappati, that it is ready when it feels like an earlobe (if ‘you’ have one).
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Fabulous men’s article. I reckon ought to be printed out ‘specially and blue-tacked to the inside of the men’s dunny doors.
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Blokes need an outlet, whether it’s the sink, or vigorous physical exercise, or both. The problem is that the more one trains, the hornier one gets, and, as you’ve pointed out, unrequited horniness leads to angry outbursts.
It’s we took the whole thing in hand.
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‘it’s time we took…’
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$%*#@+! Gerrout of the bar! 🙂
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Sorry, ‘shoe. this was a serious comment. Many blokes don’t understand that women’s libidos often fall, not just at menopause, but at certain other times during one’s life, whilst men’s libidos usually continue at a fairly high level. Some blokes see this as her being no longer interested, or ‘in love’ so destroy the relationship through argument or extramarital affairs.
Some of us choose to continue in the relationship (and, why wouldn’t I, Mrs M is like Aphrodite made human?) but need to mange this disparity. Of course, some, like the famous former American president, fail on all counts. The activities in the Oral Office are a matter of public record!
Gerard hit the nail on the head. Men often do worry about things. Note the word ‘things’. Things such as car maintenance, renovation projects, and those bloody Victa lawn mowers. These things may be surrogates for the important bits of life, but often aren’t discussed, you know, relationship and such. Some blokes get some insight, and start talking about the real worries and concerns, but, often after a whole lot of talk about timing belts, joists, sparkplugs and cement!
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Mine was the comment of experience, Big M. In response to the dotted lines of your interrupted soliloquy…
I knew a young man in Enzed who left the room yelling on social occasions that he had to go and wanked and returned.
Mine was a parody of the affronted.
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…the activities in the Oral Office…I will die laughing. 🙂
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