The cascade of feminine wisdom

Remember the saying, “Behind every successful man...”? Well, it was surely not written or uttered by a man. It was certainly a profound reflection of a woman who knew that men, left to their devices, don’t function so well. Alas, she was right. Call it grace or call it age, either ways each day seems to teach me just how reliant we men are as a species on women. Every decision I take is pretty much not mine really but the result of the confluence or the direct individual influence of a woman. Or women. Mothers, sisters, girlfriends, wives, and then the same from friends, it is a cascade of feminine wisdom that doth govern our daily actions.

Here is why I don’t mind that entirely: Men are impulsive: We don’t act on thought as much as we do on impulse. This could be the single reason to explain the fall of many a civilisation. Many a mighty men would have lived to see the light of another day if he had listened to a lady. Any lady, just not his own innermost thoughts. Men don’t have a memory: We men don’t exactly learn from our experiences. Left alone, we can single-handedly wipe out an entire civilisation.

Darwin didn’t need to travel all around the globe to establish evolution, he could have spent an evening in an English pub and then seen the ensuing scene at home when the drunk blue collar slob got home and all would have been clear to him. We would make the same mistake again till it kills it; women prevent this from happening. Men don’t know when to stop: The reason we fail is not because we aren’t good. Yes that too but because we don’t know when to take it easy.

Women know when to pull us away from a bomb that’s about to explode. They won’t throw themselves on it but they will sure as hell not let you take a dive at it either.Men need motivation: Encouragement is nothing more than a call from a woman who genuinely cares for you. Men benefit from being idolised: they love playing the hero to their damsels in distress. Little do we realise that the distress is only the situation where the damsel happens to be but if anybody needs rescuing it is us.

Men can’t tell the good from catastrophic: To us it is all too closely clustered to know any better, which is why we end up making the wrong choices in the worst of situations and not knowing when to cut our losses and abort. Women know when something doesn’t smell right, and I don’t mean fish in the fridge or a dish on the stove, before you throw misogyny and chauvinism charges my way. The corollary of all these observations is that women somehow like men.

Inexplicable as it may seem to be, they do everything to ensure our longevity when they could easily watch us perish. They don’t need us really but they allow us to thrive. Hence, they like us. Which explains why we men can continue to be be such jacka**es and yet not be tethered to a stable stump all the time.

The writer is a lover of wine, song and everything fine