Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?

I was thinking how wheat has now become the new dairy-wreaking havoc on our digestive systems, immune systems, and giving many of us annoying allergy symptoms.  Personally, I’ve begun to see wheat as a toxic mimic of what used to be sustainable food fare, now with all of the hybridization those of us with wheat sensitivities don’t stand a chance against sourdough, store-bought pasta, or even oatmeal for god’s sake.  Some research points out that common wheat allergy could actually be a mold allergy, due to the overdose of penicillin given at a younger age, but that’s another story.
Lost in thought about the good ‘ole days of Kansas wheat fields and home baked breads, I dreamed up the image of a cowboy.  Yep, round ‘em up cowboys; men who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to let the world know—like wheat back then men were not hybridized.  They weren’t so much a mixture of mumbo-jumbo excuses—they just were their own variety.  And they had names that let the world know who they were – proud yes, fearless, I think to a point, but best of all I sense they had passion.

Last week I was talking to a dear male friend, married for like 30 some years who posed the question, ‘Maggy what is wrong with these guys?”  He had just met one of my gorgeous friends in LA who was well, single and before that had two calls from friends of his in NY who are, well single and then there is me.  He is perplexed and it was I who had to inform him that we fabulous single women have reached epidemic levels.  Not that this is any news to available men out there, but it was to him.  He had difficulty fathoming why all these exceptional women are, well on their own.

Not that any of us consciously chose this.  We duty date and give it a go putting the past behind us.  But is it a woman’s fault that so many men today are a combination of indecision and separation—lacking genuine passion and ever-so fearful of the C word (commitment)?  I think so.  Why should the new fusion of men have to do much at all when on any given day, they can be so easily gratified?

Until women learn that it is their job to set the standard and teach whoever, wherever how they want to be treated, we lose.  And it seems we are losing big, as our hybrid men suffer from the confusion of instant gratification-another day, week, month, year goes by—each of us relinquishing the need, the wonder and the beauty of authentic intimacy.  What we are left with is the cross pollination of feelings that pale in comparison to, well my image of a cowboy.

Stay True,

M