Mikhail Zhvanetsky once said: “Women are divided into two types: what a charm, what a fool, and what a horror, what a fool.” It seems to us that he was wrong: in fact, the classification of fools is somewhat broader.
Fool enthusiastic
Absolutely not adapted to the harsh realities of the creature. Each time she learns how to fry scrambled eggs from a cookbook as thick as a first-grader's school notebook, but she likes to think about what she does not understand anything. He confuses Iran with Iraq and believes that the main thing in life is world peace.
What a lovely idiot
The ideal life partner. I’m glad when you can hand over the reins of control to a man, while saying how beautiful he is in the world and you won’t find him better. He doesn’t like and doesn’t want to work, the main dream in life is to be a support for his spouse, to keep a home and “at least three children, so that after my little one and I die, there will still be one more person left in the world.”
Fool antisocial
In general, she is very intelligent, she can have a higher education and even a prestigious job. At the same time, she does not know how to communicate with people at all, intervenes in other people's conversations as if it directly concerns her. He necessarily declares his especially important opinion loudly and with the intonation of the ultimate truth. Catchphrase: "You just don't understand anything."
fool stuffed
Life experience does not teach this fool at all. Constantly gets into idiotic situations, although just a minute of reflection could have saved her from inevitable failure. He often complains about life, but at the same time he always adds: nothing, everything will work out. A paradox: from the outside he sees the situation much better, so he often gathers around him a party of “enthusiastic fools” who, at every opportunity, run to her for advice. And they work.
Fool average
Lessons of wisdom, or "I want to be a fool"!
This article describes everything that I knew for a long time, but did not dare to say:
“Women are lovely, what silly and terrible, what fools,” said Zhvanetsky. There are only two options. There is no third. A smart woman is not taken into consideration. It doesn't exist. As a species, as a class, as an individual.
Yes, it's a joke. But - a fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it ...
How often one hears: “Well, a fool, an absolute fool! But how well she settled down ... And her husband is pure gold. For others - a continuous punishment, life is messed up. And this one ... ”, - and envy oozes from these words. Justified, by the way, envy.
But a small nuance: is she such a fool? Maybe this is not innate stupidity, but worldly wisdom that dictates to a woman: you should not be smarter than your chosen one. You don't have to be stronger than him.
A man wants to be strong. This has been embedded in it since the time of caves and rock art. The man is a provider. Anyone who was able to drag the skin of a saber-toothed tiger to the fire, dragged a piece of a mammoth for a roast - is in demand. Anyone who brought only a miserable mouse, caught only because her leg was broken, is not needed by anyone. He is unable to support his family. His kind will die out.
And how does a man feel who dragged a mammoth carcass to the cave entrance and suddenly discovered that his sweetheart had already delivered a dozen mammoths, a couple of cave bears and one tiger to the family hearth for a rug by the bed? He doesn't feel well, I have to admit. The first thought that creeps into his head is: “Why, in fact, does she need me?”.
Here it is, the critical moment of marriage. The man felt unwanted. From that moment on, he views his life mate with suspicion. She is too independent. She is too independent. Moreover, she allows herself to criticize his hunting trophies. He speaks disparagingly of his hunting methods. She says that he is too stupid and weak to provide her with a comfortable life. And even if he does not speak, he demonstrates this with all his behavior. She dared to throw away the mammoth he had obtained, citing the fact that the meat was already rotten. “Darling, forgive me, of course, but while you were dragging yourself for three days with this loin tenderloin, it got frayed. Look, here you are caught on a branch, and pieces of bark are stuck in the meat. But the traces of the fact that you dragged the meat on the ground ... Too many germs. I'm sorry, but I'll have to throw it away. Worst case, give it to the dog. Maybe she'll eat it..."
In the meantime, meat is brought to the table. Three times a day. Artistically baked in banana leaves. The meat they didn't get...
Meanwhile, lonely women are spinning around, who look with delight at the notorious clipping thrown to the dogs. Women who do not know how to get meat themselves.
Remember the movie "Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears"? The canonical case - a man leaves a woman because she earns more than he does. And he has such a principle: a man should be a breadwinner for the family. He does not need his wife-boss (and in this case, the director of the plant).
So what? Should women leave even career dreams? They can't even think about earning something more than the salary of a secretary in the village council?
No way! Anything can be - and career, and salary, anything. Even in this most cinematic example, the man eventually returns. But here's the secret - why he returned. After all, his principles have not changed. But ... he realized that the head of the family is not at all the one who brings more money, a large mammoth carcass, a more fluffy tiger skin. He understood the main thing: he is needed. Let his chosen one be the director of the plant, let her have such a salary that he did not even dream of. Let be. But there is something that only he can do. He not only needs her, he is necessary.
You did not pay attention to a curious fact: “fools” are much less likely to be abandoned by husbands. The motivation is simple: “What will she do without me? She's a fool. She can't take care of herself." Throwing away a fool is like throwing away a blind kitten. Not everyone will raise their hand.
The further emancipation goes, the more women's complaints about men are heard. Classic complaint: The whole house is on me! I earn, I wash, I cook, I raise children. And he is like a child who needs to be nursed. Doesn't work, lies on the couch all day. Freeloader!
Yes, freeloader. That's why the freeloader is that he was immediately, from the first day of marriage, put in such conditions that he did not feel needed. He did not see where he could apply his strength and energy. As a result, these forces are applied in a very peculiar way. Does a woman need a child she can babysit? Please! Here is her baby.
Of course, it happens that it's just gigolo. But basically, such “children” are initially quite normal men. They are simply made that way. With the best of intentions. And then, of course, Cinderella's sobs are heard.
You think that a woman who made a career, raised children, supported a slacker husband - and all on her own! - clever? Nothing like this. Using the classification of Zhvanetsky, this is “what a horror, what a fool.”
A smart woman finds the opportunity to be, in the eyes of her husband, “what a lovely silly thing,” to be a “fool” in the best sense of the word. That fool who needs to be taken care of, who cannot be left behind - because she needs support and support. Next to such a “fool”, a man feels like Hercules tearing open the mouth of a Nemean lion, an epic hero defeating enemies, a caveman who drags his cute freshly crushed (with his bare hands!) Tiger for an elegant loincloth ... He feels necessary.
And in fact, in order for a man to feel necessary, so that he is convinced of this very necessity, it is absolutely not necessary to quit a promising job or pretend to be a clinical idiot. It will be enough not to step on your favorite male calluses. It is enough to give the man the place of the head of the family. Let the female voice be only deliberative, not decisive. Believe me, a man who feels his need will break into a cake to do everything for his woman that she wants. And in fact, the advisory vote will be decisive. Quiet and calm. Sweet and tender. And not command (“You will do as I want!”).
We finally learned how to deal with bosses. A wide variety of manuals have been written on this subject. Including women. And everywhere it is said: the chief cannot be contradicted. More precisely, it is possible, but ... in a certain way. It is not recommended to tell the boss: “You are wrong!”. This is a sure way to get fired. The same meaning can be conveyed differently: “Your idea is just great! I just want to make some clarifications…” If the boss is smart, then, of course, he will understand that these clarifications completely replace his idea with another one. But then again, if he is smart, he will see which of the ideas is better. Such a wording of the proposal will allow both the boss to save face and the employee to achieve what he wants.
We all know this. Applied to work and career. But why not apply a similar art of dealing with superiors in your own family? If you say to your husband: “Darling, your idea is great!” - it will simply bloom like a fern on Ivan Kupala. But the idea after all can be refined ... beyond recognition. The main thing is to keep the “authorship”, to present it in such a way that the man is sure that this is his own idea.
And do not rest: "Let him accept me for who I am!". No need to say: "Don't talk nonsense!". No need to be too smart or "horror what a fool" - it's the same thing. It's better to be "what a silly charm" - this is the wisdom of a woman. A smart woman in family life is always "what a silly charm."
Two desires break the heart of a beautiful young woman named Lisa: to get married successfully or to become an independent business woman. It seems to her that a profitable marriage is the easiest way. She throws all her strength in this direction. And suffers a crushing defeat. The last failure that fell on the head of the heroine at the very moment when the desired was at hand, deprives her of her will ...
Yulia Valerievna Shamanskaya
AMAZING, WHAT A STUPID
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Chapter 1
– The weekend with the nephews went with a bang! On Sunday we went to the zoo. There are some cute monkeys there! We laughed until colic, - chirps the manicurist Sonechka, diligently painting my acrylic nails.
And why did they go so far? They also spent money. You could look at me for free, laugh. How I grimaced in front of Alexei the Great for a whole year. She showed herself from the best side. Jumped so briskly, just get married. Here I jumped.
– Ella! Ella! - Calls Sonya.
– Can you hear me at all?
- Well, you! Today you yourself are not yourself, - a colleague is offended.
Actually, I'm Elizabeth. But I do not allow anyone to call me by this simple name. The girls who work with me at the beauty salon came up with "Elizabeth". But I rejected. It looks like a nickname. I prefer to be called Ella, and I always introduce myself that way to clients. And only my mother, and even my sister, Zoya, try not to leave this habit.
I carefully check the stability of my nail polish and, lazily stretching, take a seat next to the high barber chair. The location is good - in the front corner near the window. I often use it for promotional purposes. Driving colleagues into a quiet frenzy, I call customers right through the window, charmingly smiling at random women and men who hesitantly look at the sign and discount advertising posters. I pay little attention to the dissatisfaction of the employees, I am sure that they would do the same, if there was an opportunity. And I deserved the place, because the first of the hairdressers entered the salon five years ago. And if I've been working here forever, I deserve some perks. Colleagues also understand this, so they don’t envy very loudly, only occasionally discussing a new unsuccessful hairstyle, a new shabby gentleman, or vice versa, the absence of these in the arsenal of a sworn friend.
And what do they all lack, these peasants? Blonde, well-groomed, thin, kind, not demanding.
Today, no curious person is trampling on the doorstep, and the window offers a bleak view of the deserted street. "Street. Flashlight. Pharmacy". I do not remember the name of the author, but so erudite as to know that the lines are from a poem, very famous. It also seems that “night” appeared there, but I’m not 100% sure of this. So, “a street, a lamp, a pharmacy” is the landscape that has to be observed every day, except for rare weekends and holidays for five years. The job is not bad, but I'm not going to grow old in this place.
One problem, life teaches nothing. When I meet another man, I see a way out in marriage, the birth of a child, and in the future - in life for myself, a child and a loved one. I see this life in travels, pleasant acquaintances with new people, endless parties at home and away, field trips, fishing and barbecues, noisy companies of adults and children.
During periods of disappointment in love, I again dream of my own business. I'm going to open a salon, and I'm seriously considering converting my apartment to it. Fortunately, it is on the first floor, and the windows overlook a busy street. I've been cherishing this dream for a long time, but I'm afraid to take it myself, waiting for someone to support me. Again, a man looms on the horizon, and the salon fades into the background. Still, I prefer the idea of leaving hairdressing work and resting on our laurels in a family nest.
Now, peering into the gray morning outside the window, I think that I need to start with something. At least learn about the design of such enterprises, or, nevertheless, start with repairs. It is necessary to attach a loggia and cut through an exit to the street, but where to get the money for this? Maybe sell an old Nissan? But will it help raise the required amount? And I would also like to know how much is needed.
These reflections can only mean one thing, I failed again on the love front.
He beat me. Forgive me the first time. You are the one to blame. I got drunk and talked too much. She carried such nonsense that it was impossible not to hit. So I reasoned when the battles subsided. He did not ask for forgiveness, only pouted for a while and did not pay attention to the fact that his shelf in the bathroom was empty. I brought home my heavy suitcase. Sobbed. I found a touching teddy bear (once he bought an animal right on the street during a romantic walk), washed it with tears, and ... returned. He was not surprised, offered beer. I refused, and made a vow to never get drunk again.
The second time it happened at the moment of a petty dispute, about which they no longer remember. The bitter episode remains in my memory. He grabbed the belt hanging on the back of the chair next to the trousers and began to whip me on the head and shoulders. After, I could not get out of the state of shock for a long time. She sat and sat on the floor, holding her head, and did not notice how he left. He returned with a huge bouquet of roses. He tried to lift me off the floor and put me in a chair, and I just hid my head between my knees in fear. He stroked those trembling knees, spoke affectionate words and asked for forgiveness. He explained that I just pissed him off, and he does not understand how it happened. She went to bed with him and even had sex. After that, he instantly began to snore, and I lay awake and looked at the ceiling. Heavy thoughts came to life.
Reminds me of past hobbies. Most of the hobbies had wives. Few bachelors have never been particularly interested in the question of whether Ellochka will come on the next date. After intimacy on the first or third day of dating, most disappeared. If they refused, they immediately retreated, not even trying to insist. Some of those with whom “something happened” sluggishly answered calls for some time, and they themselves called once a month or even once every six months and made an appointment “for now”. As experienced friends said, this could only mean one thing, that "somewhere they broke off, and they urgently need to let off steam." Rare dates ended quickly and casually. I did not feel from the partner not a drop of affection or even interest. And she counted, neither more nor less, on love to the grave, finding hope after each call. Again and again, she rushed at full speed at the first call, despite her fatigue, and stepped on the old rake.
With Lesha, everything is different. A divorced man with a separate good apartment is a tasty morsel. The relationship developed according to the classic scenario: a meeting in a bar, a date the next day, sex. He took me to restaurants, gave flowers and sweets. To me, as a hairdresser not spoiled by attention, this seemed the height of chivalry. That the character of the groom is not sugar, I realized even in the bouquet period. He grumbled and expressed dissatisfaction for any reason, swearing, ignoring the most innocent requests, such as turning down the music, or not smoking in bed. I endured. Everyone has their own character, and I finally have a real boyfriend with whom you can celebrate the new year, who will definitely give you something for your birthday, bring a bouquet on March 8 and sometimes pick me up at work.
At twenty-five, I was ready to build a family nest. But my fiancé didn't even think about it. What to do? Went to the trick. I began to linger in the apartment of my beloved for two or three days, a week. He didn't kick me out, but he didn't offer to move either. One by one she began to transport her things, and soon settled down for a long time. Already accustomed in conversations with friends to call him her husband. Yes, and he himself, it seemed, began to make plans for the future. He talked about children, and began to call his house ours.
Today I read the following post on one public page: “Yes, it’s hard for men to work with us, strong women!”
(Men, what do you think about this?
All agree?)
I get the impression that it’s not hard for men (on the contrary, it’s hard for a normal adult man not with smart and strong, but with stupid, helpless and dependent), but just another female trick to justify her unwillingness to grow up, take responsibility for her life and the life of their children. In this case, any troubles and obstacles in life are not overcome in a natural order, but grow in the woman’s imagination to the size of a feat that she selflessly performs (or does not perform referring to weakness - “I’m a woman!”) It turns out that if “I woman is weak,” then I can only survive next to a man. What if he didn't exist? Wouldn't you have survived? How would you have survived! Women are by nature extremely tenacious.
According to psychological research, the most enduring and enduring creature is a woman from 30 to 40 years old, men in this category are much inferior to women (sorry, dear ladies, but this is a scientific fact well known to 2nd year psychology students). Therefore, about “female weakness” - this is with girlfriends over a cup of coffee or with men who have big problems with self-esteem, so that they don’t feel like completely losers. For the rest of the men, this “song” seems cute for the time being, until the relationship goes beyond the “candy-bouquet” games.
There are not so many situations in which a man is a priori stronger than a woman, but phrases like “he must protect me” or “he must be stronger, because he is a man” sound at every turn. I'm embarrassed to ask: are you being attacked regularly? From whom or from what are you protected? Or do you drag weights from dawn to dusk? And why should he, in fact, be able to do something, and not be able to do something?
Men and women are partners in life, not parents. Few people want to have a weak, helpless, unreasonable partner, it is really difficult with such a partner, if only because he (she) cannot be fully trusted, count on his (her) support. A weak partner will have to be pulled on himself all his life (and if the partner is stupid, then also endure his (her) endless whims and irrepressible claims). It touches few people in life. Love for such a woman very quickly turns into a debt, “she will be lost without me”, “she depends on me” financially, emotionally (the list goes on).
And the man drags his "weak" half (which eventually turned from "charm, what a fool" into "horror, what a fool"), like a suitcase without a handle - and tired, and it's a pity to quit. And when a man is “tired of carrying”, there is no doubt that a “weak woman” will be completely disappointed. And this is where it turns out that even though she is “weak,” she will strangle her “defender” with her bare hands, defending her right to weakness, or, at least, load him with such a sense of guilt before herself as a “weak woman” that this guilt will displace all other feelings.
In the case of a weak, infantile man, trying to be weaker than him is generally pointless. If a person has not learned to be responsible for his life, then he will not be responsible for ours, dear ladies, (whatever songs he sings in the process of courtship). Therefore, “strong” (i.e., responsible) will still have to be. At the same time, you can whine and complain, or you can really look at life - if a weak man is next to you, then you have only three options:
break up with him, pretend that he is strong or help him grow up and become strong.
It is possible to create an illusion for a loved one, but to deceive yourself with baseless expectations and sob at the same time over the “heavy female lot” is at least futile.
Helping your loved one become strong is hard work, if you decide that you are "weak" - this option is not for you.
So, dear ladies, let's face it - men need our tenderness, femininity, love and affection, but certainly not helplessness, stupidity and dependence.
(A. Mayskaya)
It was Zhvanetsky who divided women into two categories: "charm, what a fool" and "horror, what a fool." The first touches men to tears, the second suggests the urgent purchase of firearms. But these are extremes. The majority are quite smart, sensible women who, for some reason, have a much more difficult life. Paradox? No. Everything is natural.
Woe from Wit
From childhood, we were called to be smart. "Knowledge is power! Learn, daughter, make your way, because no one else will do it for you. In general, right. But for some reason, then they didn’t explain to us that there is more demand from smart people. I figured it out on my own for ten years. I had a classmate Lenochka - an amazing girl. She managed to get B's for answers that would have given me a solid stake. At the same time, Lenochka did not ask for grades, no. Just counting, for example, liters of water actively circulating through the pipes of the long-suffering pool, she raised her charming eyes to the ceiling, silently moved her plump lips, then with happy insight she looked at the math teacher patiently waiting for an answer and with angelic surprise on her pink face she said something awkward, like : “Oh, you know, I was in the pool last week and I didn’t see any pipes there. True true!" The class exploded with laughter, the teacher smiled sentimentally and ... forgave Lenochka for not knowing the subject. At the same time, everyone seemed to understand that the girl was stupid, but they loved her for her spontaneity and ease of communication. While another classmate - a purposeful excellent student, social activist and activist Larisa - was treated almost with contempt, although schoolchildren cheated from her without exception, and teachers, like a shield, covered themselves with a smart girl at various competitions and olympiads. And when Larisa did not know something or answered the lesson incorrectly, indignant words invariably rushed towards her: “How so! It would be nice if Lenochka said this, but you are a smart girl! And the unfortunate Larisa was covered with crimson spots, ran away to the toilet during the break and roared like a beluga there, and then suffered for another week, trying to earn praise from the teacher who scolded her.
So we grew up, approached the graduation class, but the situation did not change. Clever Larisa, who actively proved her right to be the best to the world, earned a bunch of chronic diseases from overexertion. “Lovely” Lenochka learned the name of one of them and answered pedagogical calls to study with an angelic voice: “Do you want me to have hypertensive type of vegetovascular dystonia?” Needless to say, by that time it was already clear which of these two men would prefer?
Three whales
Looking ahead, I’ll say that the intellectual Larisa turned from a smart girl into a “horror, what ...”, and, believe me, she had a lot of reasons for that. First, her colleagues disliked her. It turned out that due to her general erudition, the girl knew much more than any of them, while doing completely different things. Secondly, she had no girlfriends at all, women considered her too abstruse. And finally, thirdly, despite the rather pleasant appearance, the guys bypassed Larisa, rewarding with cold neglect. For what? For activity, for the desire to defend her point of view, and most importantly - for this very mind, which she, as a rule, found in the wrong place and at the most inopportune moment.
The first fiancé escaped from Larisa after she helped him archive a folder on his computer, not failing to point out an elementary mistake he had made. The girl told the second about the case with the first. She told it funny, but for some reason the guy did not laugh. He was not an advanced user. The third worked as a lawyer, and Larisa gladly began to discuss with him the “blunders” of domestic legislation, most of which became a real discovery for a dumbfounded fan. The fourth turned out to be dense in general, the poor girl called on all her erudition to help, jumped from topic to topic, trying to find at least some subject for conversation, which finally frightened the unfortunate. In the end, Larisa was left alone, found salvation in feminism, becoming an active member of this movement, which is why she earned the title "horror, what ...".
Why did it happen? The answer lies on the surface, but many of us neglect it. So, it is not necessary to be a walking encyclopedia, it is enough to be a little more erudite than the chosen one, and the result will not be long in coming.
At best, you will remain friends, which, however, is also not a fact. Therefore, before starting relationships with men, one should remember about the peculiarities of the psychology of the stronger sex, about those qualities that our companions consider their own prerogative, about three, one might say, whales of male self-consciousness.
The first, as you may have guessed, is the mind, or more precisely, the intellect.
A woman who surpasses her chosen one in him is not only a blow to pride, but also a direct insult. One of the most striking examples is marriage in Central Asia. The more educated the bride was, the less bridegroom's relatives paid for her.
The second is strength. Rough physical. I remember how one familiar lady could not interrogate her husband to move the closet. By the way, he tried, but failed. He said that he would call in the evening as a neighbor's assistant. However, the woman was active and extremely impatient, so she pulled herself up and did everything herself. Do you want to know how it all ended? My husband had depression followed by binge drinking. He regarded the act of his wife as a terrible humiliation.
And the third is quick wit, it is also resourcefulness and ingenuity.
This is especially true for typically male cases. It is generally accepted that a woman does not understand anything in technology and politics. “If a girl turns a card upside down, then she is going south” is the most harmless joke I have heard about ladies behind the wheel and female logic in general. It is clear that in an atmosphere of domination of such stereotypes, firmly entrenched in the male mind, a quick-witted motorist seems like nonsense. And if she still begins to give advice - that's it, write wasted. No man can withstand such a blow to his ego.
But there is one caveat: it is important for the representatives of the stronger sex not only to know that they are smart, strong and resourceful, they need to constantly receive confirmation of this indisputable fact. “Lovely, what fools” cope with such a task with a bang.
Nail Saga
A classic example: what do most women do when they want to drive a nail into a wall? Option one: if the wall is not concrete, do it yourself. Option two - they ask a loved one, having carried out preliminary preparation in accordance with the "wise" books. What is the result? He, of course, will listen to the standard set of compliments from the series: “how lucky I am, your bride,” but he mentally divides it all in half, multiplies it by secret intent, subtracts the female cunning: “It looks like she wants to ask for something” and, not quite satisfied with the result, he will stare at you with the bored look of an orangutan who is sick as hell of bananas. And when you logically move on to the second part of a well-thought-out plan and finally say: “Honey, drive in a nail, please,” he will already be cold and indifferent. The nail, of course, will drive. Three hours later. Or tomorrow. But you will not get pleasure from this process.
What do “horror, what…” do in such a situation?
Oh, this is a classic model of men's disgust not only from nails (hammers, drills, chisels, etc.), but also from their legitimate halves, in fact, helpless, but actively not recognizing the latter. First, she will ask in the forehead: “Are you a man or not a man?” And then, regardless of the answer, she will detail her view of the place where the hands of most men grow and, in the end, she will defiantly drive in “this damn” nail. And he will be proud of himself for another five days, hourly teasing his armless spouse. The intellectually advanced "horror, what ..." will complement this picture with a discussion that is more reminiscent of a monologue, in which the words "degradation", "frustration" and "sexism" will certainly sound, and also, for the sake of persuasiveness, she will not regret her father, naming everyone without exception representatives of the stronger sex males or primates. True, this type of women rarely gets married, and even then by accident. Indeed, as a rule, after talking for about ten minutes with an aggressor in a skirt, self-respecting "primates" flee.
But "charm, what ..." will not even strain. Why invent something when everything works out so organically? “Darling,” she said capriciously, pouting her mother-of-pearl lips, meeting the missus at the entrance. - I've been hammering a nail all day today. I wanted to make a surprise - hang that picture that you gave me ... - and flare up with righteous anger: - I didn’t understand why our walls are so hard? - "Reinforced concrete" - meekly explains the breadwinner. “So it should be in the hole, like cheese. I saw it on TV!” Such stupidity both amuses and makes a man feel like a genius. And now Einstein from the repair effortlessly drills a hole, inserts a wooden cork into it and, with a slight movement of his hand, drives that very ill-fated nail that did not submit to his fragile beloved nail into the wall. Then, with tears of tenderness, this giant of construction thought contemplates the wallpaper thickly pierced with a nail (the beloved was looking for a hole) and, pulling his wife to his broad, manly chest, affectionately says: “What a fool you are! Just beautiful!" “And you are a real talent!” - with sincere delight answers "charm", thinking about what to ask for this on the sly.
My classmate Lenochka, unlike Larisa, did not waste time in vain, changed fans, rapidly improving her financial situation. "I want a car!" she demanded petulantly of the first. "You'll never learn to drive," he chuckled. “Yes, I already know everything! I can even fix the engine,” Lenochka said proudly, turning up her nose. - You press the pimpochka, pull the squiggle, then insert such a long contraption, turn the shiny round circle - and you're done! I saw you do it!" Well, isn't it adorable?!
Genius is simple!
So, what really attracts men in pretty fools? Why do the latter turn out to be much happier in love than the smart ones, and settle down in life with little or no problems? Is the reason only in stupidity, against the background of which men feel like Nobel laureates? Hardly.
These women have a number of advantages, undoubtedly impressing the stronger sex.
* They look helpless, unadapted to life.
This makes men feel important. It is worth the charmer, going up, for example, to a newfangled washing machine, plaintively stretch out: “I can’t even imagine how it all works ...”, and the man straightens his chest. He certainly knows how. And he does everything himself. And, most importantly, enjoy the process. And in the desire to repair, for example, a broken faucet, “what a charm ...” he will never say to the chosen one “You must!”, Rather, he will enthusiastically exclaim: “Can you do it ?!” “Of course, dear!” In a word, such women always want to help, take care of them, take care of them. After all, men are like children. A little admiration, a little praise - sincere, naive, and especially valuable because of this, and the result is here - there it is.
* It is impossible to be offended by the "pretty fools". After all, these ethereal creatures utter nonsense with such childish spontaneity, flap their eyelashes so amusingly that any irritation evaporates instantly.
* They are not boring. Where a smart lady, having scrupulously calculated everything to the penny, will tell her husband: “The trip to the restaurant is canceled, we cannot afford it”, “what a charm ...” exclaims: “Let's go through everything!” And a spontaneously arranged holiday will not only remain in memory for a long time as a bright stroke of relationships, but will also become an incentive for a man to earn, provide, please more, and more, and more ...
* Such women, paradoxically, are able to recognize themselves as fools. In the best sense of the word: eccentric, sudden and mysterious. Thus, they automatically get the right to whims, spontaneous and illogical actions, whimsical decisions and arguments from the series: “I want it that way! Please-a-a-a-aluysta!” Clever women, for such a statement, will need fifty weighty arguments, most of which men will smash to smithereens, invariably starting with the phrase: “You are smart, you must understand that ...”
* And, finally, "pretty fools", as a rule, become a real decoration for men. Time freed from duties, most of which, by the way, are taken over by their faithful, these women spend on themselves their loved ones, becoming more and more attractive every day. In fact, they are the embodiment of a man's dream, which became especially aggravated during the period of the rapid flowering of feminism.
By no means am I advocating for everyone to immediately become pretty fools. But it would not hurt to borrow from them the saving natural "wisdom" in many cases. After all, how often do we take life too seriously, walk along it with the heavy tread of a grenadier where you can fly like a butterfly.
And to be honest, you need to be very smart in order to seem stupid at the right time. Smart, like Scarlett from Gone with the Wind, who diligently pretended to be a fool, which immediately attracted the increased attention of men. So stupidity is a relative term. She is a trump card for smart women and a guide to action for men tired of emancipation.
Source (from the class "Zest")
