Rescue Me from my Tangent

Rescue Me from my tangent
I wrote for a long time my thoughts on the articles and the episode of Rescue Me. At the end of the page and half on the WORD document I said to myself “Wow, this is a lot.” As I read back I liked all of my points, but realized very little of it linked directly to what I read or saw. I stressed over this for a period of time. I went back, tried to alter what I wrote, add things in, but it felt like I was shooting myself in the foot. My first realization of this course is that I do not like blogs. There is so much opinion and thought but loss of tone and energy. In all honestly I fear being misinterpreted and seen as just a man supporter. I know some will question and ask, but it would be different. Without tone or facial expression I cannot see hwo all receive it. How misinterpretations come across, when they do, or how. I cannot see if I am really getting my point across. I’m a “lay my hand out” for all to see kind of guy, but in this instance I find myself wanting to keep it slightly to my chest as I am blind folded from the cross hairs I may gain unintentionally. Here’s the tangent I wrote. I’ll try to be more on topic next time, but please, feel free to question me directly about anything you don’t feel jives.
Day one we watch rescue me. Outer steel shelled men soaked in iron laden water and filled to the gills with soot. Inner filled with emotions over run and a filter not molded to release them. What makes a hero? Is it the man who runs into the burning building? The man who fights for his country? The doctor who saves lives? Why is man the first gender to be written or thought of in all those lines; because we allow it to be so. In my opinion a hero is a person is someone who does what they must to protect, preserve, and proliferate themselves and their families through just and righteous avenues.

To address the men in Rescue Me. Always keep in mind they are merely characters written in such a manner as to draw in the most audience. But why must they be written so crudely you ask? Because that is what sells is the answer. Look at your media? So many miracles and joyous things happen in the world every day but all we hear of through mass media are the terrible dark things. They sell better. People in all honesty are more fascinated by death and anguish. Its easier to hurt than feel good, so we fall into a trap. We feel better knowing others are worse off. You can say those thoughts make me a terrible person, but they are true. In life we all experience what we see as truly the deepest pain and that we have faith in because it can only get worse and we hold onto that. But how often do we see ourselves experiencing the truest joy and it lasting and holding onto that memory. All too often we let the end of a relationship “ruin” all the good things. The joy of the good moments are still as pure are the pain of the bad ones, but we often look at the whole as a waste. We are drawn negative.
We as a society allow ourselves to support the negative images of women, blacks, Jews, and all others of the “non-Aryan male.” We are told skinny is beautiful, and too skinny is perfect. Tan is better than pale, skinny jeans better than baggy jeans. Who makes up these guideline; the wealthy to gain more wealth and influence. Who follows them; the masses. We allow the negative things in our culture to survive and prevail. We seek to be on the level of those “above us” and in doing so oppress ourselves.

Look at the Feminine Rights Movement, the civil rights movement, and the integration of school system. All of these things were ideas thought for a long time and hoped for but none could come to fruition till those who thought stopped fearing and lazing and came to action. Only through the masses can we effect change.

We have become a society that has let males run free, but have we really? A man is not expected to express his emotions, or cry, or feel, or be weak. Otherwise he is not a strong mate and should be left behind and belittled. A woman is to be quite, clean, domestic, and motherly. We impose stereotypes on each. But we focus only on those we see that bother us. We let stereotypes of others that we do not see as affecting us go unhindered.

How can anyone group demand equal rights for themselves but not recognize the ones they seek to be equal with do not have some of the “rights” that the equal group does not. Women can sleep over in droves at another’s house, talk about their feelings in public, cry, hold hands with one another, try on cloths in front of each other, even shower together, and more often than not most , male or female, will not bat a lash. But if men were to partake in these openly, they would be socially stoned, labeled gay or immasculine . Whereas though, a man can sleep with multiple women (and he’s “the man”), be violent, drink to excess, and people just say that guy is being a guy. If a women were to do it she is low class or disrespectful or herself. I feel like I wrote a lot more freedoms for the women than the men, but perhaps that is because men enforce more restrictions on ourselves when it comes to our bodies and emotions in a social sense because we fear as a gender to demasculinize ourselves. I suppose what I am trying to say is the best way to gain footing, is to know your “enemy.”