This morning a local radio station was offering free concert tickets to the winning story by a woman who was either maintaining or had maintained a “ManBaby” in their life. Essentially, the term “ManBaby” was defined as a male who required above-and-beyond daily attention by the woman/women in their life. Sustaining activities included, but were certainly not limited to, washing the entire man’s body for him in the shower, cutting his food, selecting his clothes for the day, and driving him to/from work (in spite of him having his own vehicle and driver’s license). One woman even claimed that her husband sucks his thumb, will suck her thumb in the middle of the night, and defines “movie snuggling” as imitating a breast-feeding child nuzzling his wife. (And we all say, “EWWWWW” to that one.)
My initial thought is not “what is wrong with these men,” but rather, “WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE WOMEN?” Seriously? At what point do you recognize that you have serious issues if you find it acceptable and actually take pleasure in enabling such behavior in a grown adult? For me, this ranks right up there with the Duggar mom who keeps spouting out children to the point where she’s now pregnant with #18, or women who insist on breast-feeding their children until they’re well into elementary or even middle school. Do you not see that you might, just might, have some personal issues of acceptance and control to where you are helping to propigate the immaturity and dysfunction of a fellow human being?
I completely get doing nice things for your significant other: back rubs, preparing a meal and serving it to them, or even washing them if they are physically incapable of doing so themselves. But if my man is able to wash his own damn butt crack, then he is going to do that all on his own! And I am not by any means a women’s lib activist; rather, I’m a human functionality and maturity proponent. I just frankly see no reason, other then a slew of dysfunctional options, why a mature and confident woman would elect to place herself in the role of a human crutch when there’s simply no need for it.
But, I suppose, the argument would be “to each their own.” I just hope I am never related to a person who either gives or receives such extreme treatment; I doubt I’d be able to keep from rolling my eyes or dropping a sarcastic comment pertaining to their need for therapy.
