The Weaker Sex

This week the screenings have been a Marta Meszaros retro. She’s right up there with the best of them, subtle story-telling, amazing camera work, great use of diegetic sound, we are not worthy and never will be. However, the write-up on her that’s been put up all over campus says she makes films about ‘inadequate men and inadequately loved women’. How come it’s always women who complain of not being loved enough and never men?

Remembered a fellow blogger (Addicted to Ambiguity you still around?) writing in her list of things she believes in, “I think men should love women just a little bit more” (or words to that effect).

Why the hell should this be? Why is it so important for us to be loved when it is not for men? Why does our world and happiness have to revolve around relationships? Why can’t we get our highs from work and recreation like men do? Not that we don’t, but somehow love always seems to be more important to women.

It’s like fertile soil that we need in order to do well in the other areas of our lives. The various parts of our lives seem to be more intertwined than those of men for whom relationships, work, same sex friends etc. seem to be compartmentalized. So while they may be unhappy in one area, this seems to not affect the other areas. Roomie thinks its something to do with evolution.

I see two categories of happy women – those who are in strong relationships and have used this as a springboard to achieve their highest potential. And those who have been through a series of let-down relationships and have finally decided that only they can make themselves happy.

This makes me conclude that we really are the weaker sex, mentally and emotionally. It’s a fact that around seventy percent of neurotics and hysterics are women.

I see myself sliding into the second category of women, when all I ever wanted was a home and a partner to grow old with, but love is not the fucking answer.