On the way into work this morning, I found myself listening to the soothing sound of Osher Gunsberg in my ears.
In the spirit of February, and Valentine’s day, Mamamia launched a love podcast with the love God himself, the Bachelor host spilling his best secrets about love, life and relationships.
And there was one conversation that made me particularly awake for a Friday morning where I had slept through my alarm and was yet to skull a coffee.
Is it emasculating for a woman to propose to a man?
Both Gunsberg and his co-host, psychologist Leanne Hall, came to the conclusion that if your partner felt emasculated if you proposed, then it says a lot about him.
The entire concept of feminism would settle on a similar thread. Conceivably, I should be able to propose to whoever I please. I’m independent, I can make my own decisions and I can certainly plan for my own future. There’s absolutely no reason that, when the time comes, I can’t be the one to get on one knee and pop the question.
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And yet, I know right now, I probably never will.
In writing, and as a confidently staunch feminist, I can see the hypocrisy seeping through my own writing. Why wouldn’t I? What’s stopping me?
The combination of my own hesitation, and Hall and Gunsberg’s conversation had me settling on one, overriding reason: Him.
I think, deep down, my hesitation comes in taking something from him that society has always told him he has the monopoly on.
If it sounds decidedly un-feminist, perhaps it’s because it is. Or, maybe, it’s more of a case of us entering a very messy vortex of sexist traditions that have morphed into societal norms.