{"id":2105,"date":"2012-11-02T13:06:32","date_gmt":"2012-11-02T20:06:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/?p=2105"},"modified":"2012-11-02T13:06:47","modified_gmt":"2012-11-02T20:06:47","slug":"entitled","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2012\/11\/entitled\/","title":{"rendered":"entitled"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Women complain a lot about how men feel entitled. That the guy gets to have his way, that HIS voice in the meeting is the one to be heard.<\/p>\n<p>I know that men tend to state things rather than reference things. Women I know will say &#8221; I heard a news story about a huge pile of trash in the ocean that no one will clean up.&#8221; Men will usually say &#8220;There is a big pile of trash in the ocean.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Women feel like we have to back up what we say, because it&#8217;s not enough that we say it. Men will just assert it. It can come across as arrogant.<\/p>\n<p>I sometimes try to do this in my job, because it seems that arrogance pays. I dont&#8217; know if it does or not.<\/p>\n<p>But men often say that women are entitled. Men say it long and loud how women are x, y, z entitled.<\/p>\n<p>It is hard for me to see. It&#8217;s hard for anybody to see the back of their head that way. Boy oh boy, men don&#8217;t like it when women call them entitled. Women don&#8217;t like it either.<\/p>\n<p>I heard this fascinating interview with a person, born female, who underwent a sex change operation. He described the changes, and one of the things she had to trainsition into as a man was different conversational style. He said as a man, that he had to learn to realize that he didn&#8217;t get to ramble on in conversations the way a woman might. He missed it. He said &#8220;but I&#8217;m so fascinating!&#8221; in a self-mocking way.<\/p>\n<p>I wonder. Men do complain about women rambling on. And we can, it&#8217;s true. Do we feel entitled to tell our stories in the detail we want?<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not sure. Maybe.<\/p>\n<p>It is very hard to know what it&#8217;s like from the other side. There are a number of greek myths that talk about going from one to the other, man and woman.<\/p>\n<p>I know I wish that the men in my life understood and appreciated how amazing&#8211;ingenius and preseverent&#8211;I am. It seems taken for granted. Hm.<\/p>\n<p>This\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/crappypictures.com\/last-monday-started-like-any-other-monday-except-the-boys-were-being-unruly-more-than-usual-i-mean-this-was-the-beginning\/\">piece <\/a>made me think about it.<\/p>\n<p>And this:<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>This is where he is supposed to have an epiphany of how amazing I am and what a hard week it has been for me&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Only he doesn&#8217;t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>only he doesn&#8217;t. It doesnt&#8217; seem to matter which &#8220;he&#8221; i&#8217;m talking about either.<\/p>\n<p>There are times when I hear &#8220;good job&#8221; or &#8220;thank you.&#8221; \u00a0It does happen. But the context and emphasis is insufficient.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, it has come back to\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2011\/12\/12\/gatekeepers-some-people-want-them-so-bad\/\">gold stars<\/a>. Proper appreciation, Proper respect.<\/p>\n<p>I feel very entitled to that. So much so that it can kinda ruin my day if I don&#8217;t get them.<\/p>\n<p>It is very seldom that I get them. What on earth makes me think I am entitled? Not experience, that&#8217;s for sure<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Women complain a lot about how men feel entitled. That the guy gets to have his way, that HIS voice in the meeting is the one to be heard. 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