Being a police officer for 25 years and starting out way back when there were zero female officers, I had the pleasure of working with and hanging out with men all day. I’ve always preferred the company of men over women so it was a perfect fit. The guys were rough, and tough and often crude. And I loved every minute of my 25 years with those knuckleheads. They were truly my brothers. When I met my husband they wanted to meet him and give their approval. LOL He passed and we’ve been together 36 years. But, being a farmer and tradesman he was just like them. Rough, tough and sometimes crude. They understood each other and would probably be considered “toxic” by today’s pussy man standards. I make no excuses or apologies for my admiration and love of strong, fearless, protective men.
I can do the crude bit of the "rough, tough and crude" 😂
But yeah I do feel we've kind of lost our way a bit on the rough and tough part - and not just the men. Covid, for me, exposed a real festering wound of simpering safetyism and it wasn't good to watch.
It's an example I comer back to a lot, but it still amazes me. Remember that college who announced there would be counselling available for attendees of a lecture on free speech? I can't even begin to process this properly. It's not just 'wokery' but indicates that something has really gone very wrong somewhere along the line. It may be an outlier, but a whole bunch of (supposedly) adult, intelligent and educated people thought this was appropriate.
I wholeheartedly agree! I was a single mother to my son for ten years. From 10-20 years old. I wanted him to experience things that would in my mind build character and strength and a sense of independence. We travelled the world together backpacking through Italy and Spain, hiked the Grand Canyon from rim-to-rim (twice), we jumped out of airplanes, we explored uninhabited islands in the Caribbean, we scuba dived, we raised animals for food, we hunted together. He was a strong, independent, fearless young man.
I don’t even recognize him anymore! He’s an avowed Leftist, fearful of everything, (he and his wife still mask), suffers from terminal TDS, he’s closed off from any conversations with which he doesn’t agree and has frankly become quite an ass. He supports BLM, Antifa, the Palestinian issue, etc.
Ironically, he’s everything those groups hate. White, male, straight, PhD’d, very wealthy, etc. and he simply refuses to accept that they’d take his support and his $$$ and then burn his house down as thanks. I also find it amusing that his wife, who is Jewish, makes sure to never leave the house wearing any jewelry or clothing that might identify her as Jewish because she’s afraid of being attacked. In Washington DC, in 2025.
If he wasn’t my son I wouldn’t give him the time of day. And sadly, that’s about all we can talk about anymore. That and the weather. 😢
Nice. Your husband is a lucky guy. I have a wonderful wife. She has 4 brothers and no sisters. This has made my interactions with her both challenging and rewarding. Been married for 48 years and I’ve never regretted it.
In police work there are no tears. No whining. And you learn to stuff your emotions way back and hold them there until after work. I process emotions more like a man than most women. Which my husband appreciates. I’m retired 15 years now and we’re running a ranch. Which is also not a place for tears, whining and too much emotion. Lots of stuff to get done and some of it is necessary but unpleasant. Lots of injuries happen. We just shrug, laugh and grit our teeth. We have no regrets either. He’s a saint sometimes putting up with my nonsense! Yes honey, we really do need another goat. 😂
"It’s all about “what is this costing me?” and if that’s the way you view a relationship, you probably shouldn’t be in one."
A friend of mine, an economist/engineer by trade (guy is super-smart and discipline, he took both degrees simultaneously in the early 90s without going into student debt, and his folks didn't pay his way either) once asked me:
"But, how do you [meaning me personally] know the relationship is worth investing into?!"
I'm still a bit stumped for an answer, tell the truth. Relationships/marriages is more like a craft you have to learn by trial and error and being a bit humble about the material and the tools; when scrimshawing, you can't demand of the bone or the awl that they comply with your mental image of what's to become of the piece. You wanted a spiffing image of the "Af Chapman" in relief done in moose-antler horn - you got a VW Beetle-replica.
(What a great segue to the meme, eh? Eh?)
The top image is what women claim they don't desire, sex-wise. And the lower image is what they won't admit they want, marriage-wise.
What's the smart man to do? (Sticking to the car/motor vehicle theme.) ->
The logical solution: put a V8 prepped for Nitro injection into your practical-but-unsexy-station wagon, jack it up on raised suspension, put on a few geegaws and doodads, and (drum roll!) ask her once in a while about stuff like "Do we go with nylon polar bear skin in the back seat, or the mauve-and-eau de nil-pleather seat cover?" or "Union Jack-patterned Wunderbaum in the rear view mirror, or fuzzy dice, or plushy titties?".
Because sometimes, you need to be able to go on a trek with the family, or go shopping or haul your sister-in-laws stuff around town because she broke up with one of her dip-and-ditch boyfriends - and sometimes, the kids are with the greys* and you and the missus just want to open up and go pell mell full ti(l)t down the Autobahn, blasting könsrock** at full volume and seeing the squares pee themselves at the sight of your shiny winklepickers and foot-long skiff.
*"Grålling" is an nowadays obscure affectionate Swedish slang/dialect/sociolect term for senior citizen; esp. family/relatives. It lit. translates to "grey one" or "grey".
**Könsrock = sex-rock. Sub-sub-genre of Rock'n'Roll with lots of sexual innuendo, or in your face: rustic, robust, vulgar to 11, and so over the top it stops being offensive and becomes fun. Also, since it's built on wordplay, colloquialisms, and idiomatic expressions/references, it's almost impossible to translate without losing the point: you'd need to re-write the lyrics from scratch to make them fit.
Way back when, when I was doing my physics PhD, the postgrad cohort of the group I was in was a pretty diverse group - even by today's standards. I asked a kind of similar question to one of the female postgrads who was getting married; "how do you know you've made the right choice?"
Her answer has always stuck with me
"You don't, but what you can do is work together to make it the right choice"
I'm definitely going to have to look up that Könsrock thing 😂
Translate it to Swedish, because the English Wikipage for "Könsrock" is a bit lacking. And the Swedish one has a list of band-names. Lyrics are almost exclusively in Swedish though. This song - "Schitzel-Fritz" - could be considered typical for the genre. It's offensive, filthy, lewd, and upsetting (which is the entire point).
The lyrics are about Schnitzel-Fritz, the homo-nazi from Auschwitz, who lies ass-up, buttocks gleaming, dreaming of Adolf.
Title is "Muttasprickapolka" which translates to "Cuntripperpolka", and is about the poor sailor called Neger-Joe (Negro-Joe) who can't get laid because all the whores knows that he'll split them in twain.
Article about Johnny Bode, again the English version is lacking so use this one and translate it:
I'm with you there . My late husband and I were together for over 40 years, he was the kindest, most caring and loving man. He was also a rough, tough ex rugby player. He was also very funny and crude (by today's standards). I prefer this type of man and I don't want to have to watch everything I say in case I cause 'offence'. Yes, let's have more " tough, fearless, protective " men.
Being a police officer for 25 years and starting out way back when there were zero female officers, I had the pleasure of working with and hanging out with men all day. I’ve always preferred the company of men over women so it was a perfect fit. The guys were rough, and tough and often crude. And I loved every minute of my 25 years with those knuckleheads. They were truly my brothers. When I met my husband they wanted to meet him and give their approval. LOL He passed and we’ve been together 36 years. But, being a farmer and tradesman he was just like them. Rough, tough and sometimes crude. They understood each other and would probably be considered “toxic” by today’s pussy man standards. I make no excuses or apologies for my admiration and love of strong, fearless, protective men.
I can do the crude bit of the "rough, tough and crude" 😂
But yeah I do feel we've kind of lost our way a bit on the rough and tough part - and not just the men. Covid, for me, exposed a real festering wound of simpering safetyism and it wasn't good to watch.
It's an example I comer back to a lot, but it still amazes me. Remember that college who announced there would be counselling available for attendees of a lecture on free speech? I can't even begin to process this properly. It's not just 'wokery' but indicates that something has really gone very wrong somewhere along the line. It may be an outlier, but a whole bunch of (supposedly) adult, intelligent and educated people thought this was appropriate.
I wholeheartedly agree! I was a single mother to my son for ten years. From 10-20 years old. I wanted him to experience things that would in my mind build character and strength and a sense of independence. We travelled the world together backpacking through Italy and Spain, hiked the Grand Canyon from rim-to-rim (twice), we jumped out of airplanes, we explored uninhabited islands in the Caribbean, we scuba dived, we raised animals for food, we hunted together. He was a strong, independent, fearless young man.
I don’t even recognize him anymore! He’s an avowed Leftist, fearful of everything, (he and his wife still mask), suffers from terminal TDS, he’s closed off from any conversations with which he doesn’t agree and has frankly become quite an ass. He supports BLM, Antifa, the Palestinian issue, etc.
Ironically, he’s everything those groups hate. White, male, straight, PhD’d, very wealthy, etc. and he simply refuses to accept that they’d take his support and his $$$ and then burn his house down as thanks. I also find it amusing that his wife, who is Jewish, makes sure to never leave the house wearing any jewelry or clothing that might identify her as Jewish because she’s afraid of being attacked. In Washington DC, in 2025.
If he wasn’t my son I wouldn’t give him the time of day. And sadly, that’s about all we can talk about anymore. That and the weather. 😢
Nice. Your husband is a lucky guy. I have a wonderful wife. She has 4 brothers and no sisters. This has made my interactions with her both challenging and rewarding. Been married for 48 years and I’ve never regretted it.
In police work there are no tears. No whining. And you learn to stuff your emotions way back and hold them there until after work. I process emotions more like a man than most women. Which my husband appreciates. I’m retired 15 years now and we’re running a ranch. Which is also not a place for tears, whining and too much emotion. Lots of stuff to get done and some of it is necessary but unpleasant. Lots of injuries happen. We just shrug, laugh and grit our teeth. We have no regrets either. He’s a saint sometimes putting up with my nonsense! Yes honey, we really do need another goat. 😂
"It’s all about “what is this costing me?” and if that’s the way you view a relationship, you probably shouldn’t be in one."
A friend of mine, an economist/engineer by trade (guy is super-smart and discipline, he took both degrees simultaneously in the early 90s without going into student debt, and his folks didn't pay his way either) once asked me:
"But, how do you [meaning me personally] know the relationship is worth investing into?!"
I'm still a bit stumped for an answer, tell the truth. Relationships/marriages is more like a craft you have to learn by trial and error and being a bit humble about the material and the tools; when scrimshawing, you can't demand of the bone or the awl that they comply with your mental image of what's to become of the piece. You wanted a spiffing image of the "Af Chapman" in relief done in moose-antler horn - you got a VW Beetle-replica.
(What a great segue to the meme, eh? Eh?)
The top image is what women claim they don't desire, sex-wise. And the lower image is what they won't admit they want, marriage-wise.
What's the smart man to do? (Sticking to the car/motor vehicle theme.) ->
The logical solution: put a V8 prepped for Nitro injection into your practical-but-unsexy-station wagon, jack it up on raised suspension, put on a few geegaws and doodads, and (drum roll!) ask her once in a while about stuff like "Do we go with nylon polar bear skin in the back seat, or the mauve-and-eau de nil-pleather seat cover?" or "Union Jack-patterned Wunderbaum in the rear view mirror, or fuzzy dice, or plushy titties?".
Because sometimes, you need to be able to go on a trek with the family, or go shopping or haul your sister-in-laws stuff around town because she broke up with one of her dip-and-ditch boyfriends - and sometimes, the kids are with the greys* and you and the missus just want to open up and go pell mell full ti(l)t down the Autobahn, blasting könsrock** at full volume and seeing the squares pee themselves at the sight of your shiny winklepickers and foot-long skiff.
*"Grålling" is an nowadays obscure affectionate Swedish slang/dialect/sociolect term for senior citizen; esp. family/relatives. It lit. translates to "grey one" or "grey".
**Könsrock = sex-rock. Sub-sub-genre of Rock'n'Roll with lots of sexual innuendo, or in your face: rustic, robust, vulgar to 11, and so over the top it stops being offensive and becomes fun. Also, since it's built on wordplay, colloquialisms, and idiomatic expressions/references, it's almost impossible to translate without losing the point: you'd need to re-write the lyrics from scratch to make them fit.
Way back when, when I was doing my physics PhD, the postgrad cohort of the group I was in was a pretty diverse group - even by today's standards. I asked a kind of similar question to one of the female postgrads who was getting married; "how do you know you've made the right choice?"
Her answer has always stuck with me
"You don't, but what you can do is work together to make it the right choice"
I'm definitely going to have to look up that Könsrock thing 😂
Abandon all good taste, Ye who enter here:
https://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%B6nsrock
Translate it to Swedish, because the English Wikipage for "Könsrock" is a bit lacking. And the Swedish one has a list of band-names. Lyrics are almost exclusively in Swedish though. This song - "Schitzel-Fritz" - could be considered typical for the genre. It's offensive, filthy, lewd, and upsetting (which is the entire point).
The lyrics are about Schnitzel-Fritz, the homo-nazi from Auschwitz, who lies ass-up, buttocks gleaming, dreaming of Adolf.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kG3n1Q91Sps
Everything about Könsrock is of course NSFA - Not Safe For Anyone.
A more "cultured" example by a man who was a legend in his own lifetime, the inimicable Johnny Bode:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sfS0PoE08I
Title is "Muttasprickapolka" which translates to "Cuntripperpolka", and is about the poor sailor called Neger-Joe (Negro-Joe) who can't get laid because all the whores knows that he'll split them in twain.
Article about Johnny Bode, again the English version is lacking so use this one and translate it:
https://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Bode
Sorry about late reply, we're experiencing rather a lot of internet-disruptions in my region. On the other hand, I'm getting a lot more stuff done.
OMG! What a simply marvelous article! I passed it on to quite a few people who need to read this. Bravo!
Thanks so much Carol Anne - much appreciated
I'm with you there . My late husband and I were together for over 40 years, he was the kindest, most caring and loving man. He was also a rough, tough ex rugby player. He was also very funny and crude (by today's standards). I prefer this type of man and I don't want to have to watch everything I say in case I cause 'offence'. Yes, let's have more " tough, fearless, protective " men.
Thanks again Rudolph.
Thanks Stephen - your support is appreciated, as always
So good! 👏🏻
Thanks Bettina - very much appreciate the praise.