Women are Local; Men are Global

Candy CornI was going to write about something completely different. Specifically: religion, spirituality, atheism, morality and ethics, faith and unbelief… that sort of thing. I like one day of the week to be different from the rest — a Sabbath, so to speak. For cultural and personal reasons (and pragmatic reasons — many businesses take today off) Sunday seems an appropriate day. I’ve got Sci-Fi Saturday; I suppose you could call it Sermon Sunday or something.

But when I sat down to write, something else came out. I thought I’d better grab it and stick it onto the blog wall before it ran away and, due to its youth and naiveté, ran afoul of Unpleasant Business. The thing about letting your mind drift is that you can never be sure where it’ll come ashore. In this case, mental notes about a possible future post morphed into… Well, you’ll just have to see for yourself.

And, yes, you have to look below the fold — no cheating!

Women are Local; Men are Global

Women face inwards, in to the center.
They build and love and nurture our core.
Women see children, families, neighbors, villages.
Without them, the world couldn’t be.
Women are anchors!
(They hold the ship.)
Men face outwards, out to the horizon.
They build and love and explore the world.
Men see mountains, highways, tools, vehicles.
Without them, the world goes untamed.
Men are explorers!
(They push the ship.)
But pay attention now…
(And count the syllables.)
(There’s message in metre!)
Some rock is country; and some jazz is rock.
(Therefore, I think… some jazz is… country?)
Music has labels, genres, styles, instruments.
But music is more, it’s never confined.
Music is boundless.
(And sings the ship.)
Are you getting the point?
(Or should I continue?)
(I can go on all day!)
Chocolate is tasty; caramel is, too!
And even better if mixed in one bar!!
Candy is tasty, sweet, sour, delicious.
Sugar in all forms delights any tongue.
Candy is fancy.
(Ship some to me!)
If you still don’t see it.
I’ll be more explicit.
(And thus sum it all up.)
See, Women and Men (or Music and Sweets).
Can be anything — it’s all within reach.
Without these and more, our life wouldn’t be.
The Yin to the Yang, to the Nth degree.
Infinite stars in a wide open sky.
Each orbit different, a bit or a lot.
Yet we can shine in a wonderful light.
Each of us separate…
And still just the same.

To quote Keith Olbermann quoting a former beloved English teacher of his: “Go forth and spread beauty and light.”

(Bonus points and a gold star to those who can figure out what’s hidden.)

About Wyrd Smythe

The canonical fool on the hill watching the sunset and the rotation of the planet and thinking what he imagines are large thoughts. View all posts by Wyrd Smythe

10 responses to “Women are Local; Men are Global

  • dianasschwenk

    So basically we, as men and women, or chocolate and caramel, are not bound by stereotypes and we can see the village and nurture the villagers or explore the next town by car or ship or plane and check out the new dessert bar as we wish, ad nauseam if we so desire? Is that what you’re trying to say Smitty?

    Diana xo

    • Wyrd Smythe

      Yes, that’s the basic message. Biology or culture or society or tradition may offer labels or roles, but they don’t — or shouldn’t — bind us. They should be seen as mere reference points — just convenient handles for a conversation. Music (or candy) is never just one thing; it’s a blend of influences and purposes. The possibilities are limited only by the imagination.

  • reocochran

    The way you started, I thought you were going to keep everyone in their spots or places, round parts in round holes, ‘pigeon-holed.’ But then you cross-pollinated and encompassed us all, universally interchangeable, along with no stereotypes or boundaries. It was a lovely sounding poem, passage or piece of writing today. Very special and I enjoyed reading it.

    It meant a lot to me, your sharing this. To me, Life is up to each individual’s interpretation, like music, art and taste buds.

    Hopefully, we are more than ships that pass in the night…

    Also, this made me think of that expression: Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. smiles!

    • Wyrd Smythe

      Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

      There are stereotypes (and boundaries), but they should not be confining. We are not restricted to our labels. Tendencies do exist, that’s why there are stereotypes and clichés in the first place. The first part of the piece is about that. But as you saw, the rest of it is about not allowing them to define us, but only to describe us.

  • reocochran

    I like individuals to accept people as a group, then try to get to know individuals, one by one. I would hate for someone to group anyone, whether religion, creed, heritage, sexual orientation or gender!

    • Wyrd Smythe

      I think we’re on the same page, keeping in mind we all belong to a variety of groups, some innate, some chosen. Grouping isn’t really the problem — how we treat and see groups can be. As you say, the importance is with the individual.

  • The Color of Lila

    Whew, for a second there I thought I must be a man. But in all seriousness – I HAVE run across men who told me point blank that women are only interested in home and children and domestic things… big ol’ blanket statements… usually just after wondering aloud why I was someplace halfway around the planet from home (because clearly, I could not POSSIBLY be interested in horizons or tools or exploration). The local women would hear this tripe and just roll their eyes, and we would share a smile or a laugh.

    • Wyrd Smythe

      Hi Lila! Yes, as I’m sure I’ve said before, the Venn diagram for men and women almost completely overlaps — just tiny crescents on either side are exclusively female and male. (And even some of that is questionable. I do know women who can “write their name in the snow.”)

      That said, surely you’ll agree you are hardly a typical representative of your sex.

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