Do modern women really need men?
The other day, my husband and I were having dinner with a group of friends and suddenly the conversation shifted from very humorous to very dark.
One of the women said that she was certain that her husband (who was sitting right next to her) was going to die before her and that she had made plans with other women-friends (who are also certain they will become widows first) to buy a big house in Acapulco, live together, wear kaftans with lots of jewelry, have endless talks during poker games while drinking champagne at night.
I couldn't help but stutter: "Really?! Is that your dream for your old age?"
I've heard it a lot lately. Many women seem to believe that they really don't need a man by their side, or a man to share their life with, and in fact they seem to be way more content spending their free time with their girlfriends.
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I am not one of those women. I do love my friends very much, I love to have drinks and dinner with them. I also love to travel with them and I do fantasize about going to Paris with my friends. But I've never seen them--nor think of them--as a substitute for a partner.
Since women started having the means to support not only themselves and their families--but also and in some cases their luxurious lifestyles--they have shifted their priorities completely. More and more, it's the women who are the breadwinners, along with providing emotional sustenance for the whole family. Women are also the glue that holds the family together because they are tougher than men (and now we now that they're also smarter!). Women have proved themselves after centuries--not only to be equal to men--but also superior. Maureen Dowd wrote the book Are Men Necessary? in which she wonders about the increasing weakness of the male species--psychologically, emotionally and even biologically.
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My take? Men are absolutely necessary. God knows my husband drives me insane at times and there are days when I wish I could make him disappear, but the idea of not having him makes me very sad. I love that we are friends, I love that we cuddle, I love that we share laughs and tears, I love that we share the newspaper, I love that we have different political views, I love when he holds my hand while walking, and most of all, I love that he makes me want to be a better person.
So, women, if you really want to die with your friends, you're probably with the wrong man. Because I cannot think of a bigger nightmare than living with a bunch of old ladies in kaftans, playing poker until the end of my days. That is probably one of my personal versions of hell.
What do you think? Do you agree that men are not really necessary?
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