I'm a big fan of Ewan McGregor, he makes me come over all teenage. I was really entertained by his Long Way Round documentary, and Charlie Boorman was sweet too, being from Annamoe and having the cutest voice, I love the ways he says his name, 'Cho-lay'.
But while my husband and I were watching the series, we were struck repeatedly by the amount of WHINGING the pair of them did, right from the start. We thought it was perhaps the editing, that for other programmes they were putting in all the big upheavals and we were only seeing the fallout.
But I got the book in the recycling recently and it's exactly the same. All this bitching and moaning and reproof and resentment, then making it up again, and analysing why they were moaning in the first place. Crying in their helmets.
Don't get me wrong, I too would have been crying in my helmet if I'd gone through what they'd gone through. And getting stressed and arguing. But I'm a girl: Cowboy Up, lads!
And this made me reevaluate whether we really want our men to be sensitive and communicative. Perhaps that's not so good at all! Perhaps I'd rather if they could just deal and make decisions and get on with it without too much cerebral activity after all.
It reminded me of my husband's story of his stag weekend (yes, weekend) in Edinburgh. The first night there, they had dinner in an Italian close to the hotel, it was shite, they said they wouldn't go back there again. And it hit me, that if there had been women there, it would have been so different. there would have been lots of conversation about it, and regret, and how it had been a waste of one night, and why did you leave a tip, and above all, if only, I wish we hadn't gone there, the other place looked nicer etc etc etc. Not simply, 'we won't go back there again'.
It made me think that we have quite a lot to learn from men.
And then along come Ewan and Charlie, intelligent, funny, sexy, articulate family men, the kind we like. In touch with themselves. And they're a pair of whingey pussies, basically!
It sends me back to something I've always maintained (in honour of Midge's FILTHY post), alongside my wish for my husband to talk to me more: sometimes all a girl needs is to have someone come up and take her roughly from behind.
But while my husband and I were watching the series, we were struck repeatedly by the amount of WHINGING the pair of them did, right from the start. We thought it was perhaps the editing, that for other programmes they were putting in all the big upheavals and we were only seeing the fallout.
But I got the book in the recycling recently and it's exactly the same. All this bitching and moaning and reproof and resentment, then making it up again, and analysing why they were moaning in the first place. Crying in their helmets.
Don't get me wrong, I too would have been crying in my helmet if I'd gone through what they'd gone through. And getting stressed and arguing. But I'm a girl: Cowboy Up, lads!
And this made me reevaluate whether we really want our men to be sensitive and communicative. Perhaps that's not so good at all! Perhaps I'd rather if they could just deal and make decisions and get on with it without too much cerebral activity after all.
It reminded me of my husband's story of his stag weekend (yes, weekend) in Edinburgh. The first night there, they had dinner in an Italian close to the hotel, it was shite, they said they wouldn't go back there again. And it hit me, that if there had been women there, it would have been so different. there would have been lots of conversation about it, and regret, and how it had been a waste of one night, and why did you leave a tip, and above all, if only, I wish we hadn't gone there, the other place looked nicer etc etc etc. Not simply, 'we won't go back there again'.
It made me think that we have quite a lot to learn from men.
And then along come Ewan and Charlie, intelligent, funny, sexy, articulate family men, the kind we like. In touch with themselves. And they're a pair of whingey pussies, basically!
It sends me back to something I've always maintained (in honour of Midge's FILTHY post), alongside my wish for my husband to talk to me more: sometimes all a girl needs is to have someone come up and take her roughly from behind.
