Mira Kolenc
The ZEIT magazine recently published a special edition for men, more precisely for the "man of today". There were no naked women, but a lot more 33 little love letters, that's what I call it, so positive messages to the gentlemen. For example, it was read that a tummy in the man is attractive, indeed even attracts women really. Er, yes. I've been talking to myself for many years that my radio rear end or the Barbara-Schöneberger-hip is not a disadvantage, but the real secret weapon for the men. Clearly.
Interesting, however, was much more another thing, namely the swan song to "the last men". That, one could read, is all those born around 1960. A generation that, on the one hand, still experienced the severity of its fathers, who had been stifled by the turmoil of the war, but on the other hand had already softened through prosperity and emancipation. This opinion was at least their producers and their generational comrades, while the same age women still did not find them soft enough.
"The 'last man', on the other hand, can easily unite the 'rough Marlboro Man' and 'soulful partner' in a conflict-free manner and is thus exactly the balanced mixture for which women would immediately release an egg." Mira Kolenc on men.
However, this chauvinistic foundation now makes them, the whim of history, the last guard of robust manliness. The may not be so adjusted because of the prevailing role uncertainty in the young men, about it can not hide from all the now modern become beards. The "last man", on the other hand, can easily unite the "rough-headed Marlboro Man" and "soulful partner" in a conflict-free manner and is therefore exactly the balanced mixture for which women would immediately release an egg cell.
"I mean, if you knew there were still some dinosaurs, you would want to see them shortly before their final demise." Mira Komenc on men.
Sure, that after these remarks I had to watch the natural spectacle live, if only because of a certain obligation to the imaginary grandchildren. I mean, if you knew there were a few more dinosaurs, you would want to see them shortly before their final demise.
Definitely notable in this "last generation" generation, where the word "sweetheart" still enjoys a particular popularity, that they do with a matter of course, what my grandmother expected of men: Ladies hold the door in the Help coat, invite to dinner, invite to dance. And without any ironic aftertaste. I think they actually take it for granted. Do I hear you laughing? You should not. As a young woman of today, I do not consider that, despite the old-fashioned design of the exterior, a natural behavior. Dealing with peers is usually collegial. What the "last man" also likes to complain about, then about this unwillingness of the woman who is no longer waiting for her doors to be opened.
At the end of the day, the "last man" seems to me more like a fossil from bygone days. And I do not even know if we really have to mourn his downfall. The dinosaurs are not lacking, and whether the newly born girls actually dream later of the union between gentleman and muscleman, stands on a completely different leaf. Perhaps they will be the generation that will finally love the man-type trapped in his indecision, and who knows chauvinist men only as panini collectors. Doors often already open automatically today. Very handy, right?
Photo / Video: Oskar Schmidt.
