Monday, June 12, 2017
I am a lifelong believer in women. My mother was one. My wife is one. My three daughters are too. My grandmothers were women as well. By now you have my point - Creatures known as “women” run in my family. In some cases they actually ran the family.
I'll give you one example of this: My paternal grandfather, Thomas F. Reilly, was a wealthy contractor (referred to in one local newspaper as “the tyrannical old Irish land baron”). He may or may not have been as the paper described him. However, when I marched down to see him dressed in my very first long-pants suit, he pulled a “magic” act on me by fishing out dollar bills, or more, from each of my pockets. For a 12 year old kid in the middle of the Great Depression, there was a lot to love about a tyrannical land baron. Notwithstanding this he once crossed verbal swords with my grandmother, the formidable Katherine Soden Reilly, who reminded him “Tom Reilly, I was born at the top of the hill!” So much for the pecking order back in the Emerald Isle.
But after laying this foundation about women, where do we go from here? Who knows? Any man who thinks he knows all there is about women should probably go to Washington, D. C. where insanity is so much in vogue. All I can give you here, dear reader, is the narrow perspective of one man born of woman. Which simply put is: women are pretty terrific, but not perfect, whereas men are simplicity itself, abounding in shortcomings, but basically happier souls. When is the game on? Who wants a brew? Are there any chips?
It is probably better that we have both men and women in this world. Some guys want to become women but the reasoning for this is above my pay grade. If you are interested in exploring the matter, you can always go to The New York Times and confuse yourself further. The Times devotes an inordinate amount of editorial space to the question(s) of the sexes and spin-offs of same. My view is somewhat cynical on The Times prioritization - they need a break from their drumbeat on the Pope, Vatican and all things Jewish.
In sum, I'm a fan of womanhood. I've always found their “instincts” to be on the mark. They are weak when they should be, stronger in times of sadness and most of all, best able to triumph over the “joy of childbirth”. On the latter point alone they'll always get my vote.