Interesting article about a woman who suppodely "loves" her husband but doesn't respect him. This is about as ridiculous a statement I've heard in a while. How can you possibly love your spouse without respecting him in some way much less at all? This woman's attitude represents a big percentage of todays's wives out there who mock and belittle their husbands alomost incessantly and yet they claim they still "love" them in some way. And the men just sit back and take this like  some kind of good little obedient beast of burden, mostly because when there's children or money involved they don't want all the hassle of financial complexities or go back into the dating world again at middle age.

These kind of woman and the "males" they're attached to is just another example of the  feminist, matieralist dominated culture we live in where men basically are almost  forced to put up with this nonsense at the risk of being economically or socially and even legally decimated.

Every man on this forum should read this article and make it a point never to  allow yourself to be put in a position to either wind up marrying a woman like this or have your wife start treating you the same. If anything, never get attached to anyone who doesn't respect you,  especially who publicly declares it,whether your a man or a woman.


I love my husband - but respect him? Don't make me laugh!

By Katie Hopkins
PUBLISHED: 17:08 EST, 6 March 2013 | UPDATED: 03:52 EST, 7 March 2013


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Across the dinner table, I could hear my husband waxing lyrical to his neighbour about the fantastic game of tennis he’d enjoyed that morning. On and on he talked about volleys and drop shots, his commentary droning on and on, until finally I could bear it no longer.

‘Oh for heaven’s sake, can’t you stop going on about that hideously boring game?’ I asked. ‘It’s bad enough that you have to play it. Only dogs should be interested in ball games’.

As I glanced around the room, I could see my fellow guests gaping at me. The look on their faces was all too obvious: how on earth could I be so rude to my husband?

But Mark just smiled. We’ve been married for three years and he’s used to me by now. But the truth is that, although I love Mark to bits, and we have a wonderful life with our children — India, eight, Poppy, seven, and Max, four — I don’t respect him. And he knows it.


As far as I’m concerned, every one of his views — from his wishy-washy leftie politics to his hopeless timekeeping — is either plain wrong or intensely irritating. And I have absolutely no hesitation in telling him so.

So you can imagine how horrified I was to read, in these pages last week, the author Barbara Taylor Bradford writing that the secret to a happy marriage is respecting your husband.

'Mark has stubble and wears an earring. I think his style shows a lack of good taste and standards'
Barbara, 78, says she is appalled by couples who row in public. ‘When I open my mouth to say something, I edit my answer before it leaves my lips,’ she trills. Her husband Bob is a terrible time-keeper and often wears clothes she loathes. But does she criticise him? No. She believes that would be showing a lack of respect. Instead, she suggests, we should all bite our tongues and put our husbands on a pedestal.

Well, balloons to that! Why on earth would I want to put my husband on a pedestal when I simply don’t respect him — and, indeed, disagree with virtually every word that comes out of his mouth?

To a certain extent, I believe the reasons I feel this way towards Mark stem from our very different backgrounds.

Brought up in Devon, I come from the quintessential Tory countryside milieu of hunting, shooting and fishing.

 
Different backgrounds: The former Apprentice star thinks her husband's cockney accent is 'uncouth'
I went to a private all girls’ convent school and was sponsored through Exeter University by the army.

I got a job with the Intelligence Corps on graduation and trained at Sandhurst military academy.

In contrast, Mark was brought up in East London where he attended bog-standard state schools. I never once envisaged myself marrying someone with a cockney accent, and must admit that I hate it.
When he talks to his friends from home, his London accent becomes even stronger and much harder to understand.
At 49, he still revels in Cockney rhyming slang and uses hideous phrases like: ‘let’s have a butcher’s’ — meaning ‘let’s take a look’ — which drive me mad. It’s so uncouth. I fight it — but when he speaks like this, I wonder how on earth we’ve ended up together.
For although Mark is at least as bright as me and has a masters degree, to listen to his accent you would think he worked as a market trader, not the City trader I envisaged marrying.

And if he’s talking like a barrow boy, how can I respect what he’s trying to tell me?
It’s not just his accent. Before working with leading advertising agency Saatchi and Saatchi, Mark dreamt of being a footballer — he actually played for Tring. I don’t even know where that is and have never bothered to find out. Football is the most pointless sport — to me, all football fans are idiots.

Whenever Mark mentions to people that he was a semi-professional footballer, it sets my teeth on edge. ‘How could you bear to spend any time with those people?’ I sigh. ‘Don’t you know that all footballers are thick and stupid?’
Indeed, if you were to look at us both, you certainly wouldn’t have put us together. I love to wear smart business clothes from Jaeger or Hobbs. Think of a modern day Margaret Thatcher and that’s me. Mark, in contrast, has stubble and wears an earring. I think his style shows a lack of good taste and standards. How can I respect that?

It is true, though, that I was first attracted to Mark because he was so different to my first husband, who left me for another woman.

Damian, my ex, was the chief executive officer of a big company, a typical Alpha Male. He had a huge handshake and commanded every room he stepped into. Mark, who I met three years after our split, is quiet, unassuming and humble; he could not be more different.

When I met him at Devon’s Met Office where we were both working, some seven years ago, I was attracted to his kindness and his gentle nature.


Who knew?
Opposites don’t attract. We’re twice as likely to be attracted to someone when we agree on six out of ten issues, than if we only agree on three
I also admired his creative streak — while I was a commercial director there, he was a creative director. In addition, he’s unassuming and unflappable. And I adore him for this.

But, however much I love him, I simply can’t respect him. Not only are his hobbies, accent and dress uncouth and immature, his political views are those of Neil Kinnock in the Seventies.

I’m a total capitalist. I believe fundamentally in a world where the brightest get pushed to do even better. For Mark, the priority is ensuring that everyone is happy.
He disapproves of encouraging excessive achievement because he thinks it’s unfair to children who aren’t from middle-class families. He doesn’t see that this sort of egalitarian nonsense will just lead to lower standards. His politics are, quite frankly, better suited to socialist France.

For someone with such emotional intelligence, it astounds me that he doesn’t see that a fierce aspiration is the only way to make it to the top.


Our biggest rows, though, are about the children’s education. I attended private school and want our children to do the same. Mark, being a state-educated leftie, doesn’t see the point. I despise his attitude, which is that happiness is more important than qualifications. I think it’s very telling that if the children want something really useful — like help with their homework — they come to me.

Meanwhile, they’ll go to Mark for finger-painting and climbing trees.

I do know, however, that I will never change him. Probably the only quality we have in common is that we are both phenomenally stubborn.

Women of Barbara Taylor Bradford’s generation were brought up to tiptoe around their husbands, bite their tongues and keep the peace. I can’t think of anything more demeaning.

I am also convinced that — far from being the way to a happy marriage — putting your husband on a pedestal is unhealthy, and treating every one of his utterances like part of the Sermon on the Mount can only end in tears.

I suspect a reason behind the recent rise in women getting divorced in their 60s is because they’re sick of feigning respect for their husband’s stupid views.

Friends of mine have tut-tutted: ‘Mark’s so nice, how can you be so rude to him?’

How hypocritical. Hardly any of them truly respect their husbands — and I know they all moan about them, too. The only difference is that they do it behind their backs while I do it directly. Personally, I think they’re much more disloyal.

Pretending that I respect Mark would make for a quieter life. But it wouldn’t make me happy. And what’s the point in being married if you’re not happy?

So my beloved husband, I adore you. But respect you? No way!

All too common these days. The Bible says men and women are to be united as a head is to the body, the man being the head loving his wife as his own self and the women subject to him and obeying him as her head and lord.

The modern world turns it upside down, with neo-pagan women lording it over their emasculated husbands, and by that very fact the natural union that should exist is more or less broken. No wonder so many such marriages eventually fall apart completely.

She must not respect herself -- why would she marry such a man, whom she can't respect?
What is more idiotic: the footballer, or the woman who marries a footballer?

Because she can more or less dominate him.

You read the article, the guy's some kind ofIdealist/Leftist/Socialist who seems to have some insecurity/masculinity problems who always babbling about football or sports or something to make himself feel good or whatever. But it doesn't matter, he needs not be disrespected by this career-driven ,alpha female wretch about his failings in her mind, especially in public.

This kind of nonsense is almost so A-typical in our culture these days, women like this feel like they have  not  only the right, but the duty to put the man "in his place" when he starts running off at the mouth to his friends or acquaintances.

You seen her first husband was more of a man in the classic sense and either she couldn't handle it or he got wise and dumped this headcase as soon as he could.

This is also a reflection of British culture these days, the Brits with their classic Victorian age culture and all their fawning over woman over the years have created this kind of monster which has slithered acorss the Atlantic and infected the minds of wives over here as well. This over the top of woman-worship of them being purer and more nobler than men seems to me to be a purely Anglo-Saxon thing, you defintely don't see Med or Eastern men putting up with this garbage, they wouldn't tolerate this snipey hag for a minute.

But, British culture is, oh, sooo much superior to the rest of us. :rolleyes:

alaric is speaking the truth as usual.

Though the butch female is common outside of the Anglo-Saxon world. How about them Scandinavians?

Does she consider herself a "right-wing woman" for going on and on about the idiocy of sports and her husband's "wishy-washy leftist politics"? :rolleyes:

The New Testament commands wives to "respect" - to fear their husbands.

The New Testament commands wives to "respect" - to fear their husbands.

Why would someone downvote this? It's straight out of Sacred Scripture.

Quote from: jen51

Quote from: Telesphorus

The New Testament commands wives to "respect" - to fear their husbands.

Why would someone downvote this? It's straight out of Sacred Scripture.

Where does it say "fear"?  Submit, be subject to, honor, I've read these words, but I don't recall a passage that says women should "fear" their husbands, only to fear the Lord.

Marsha

Nevertheless let every one of you in particular love his wife as himself: and let the wife fear her husband.

Ephesians 5:33

Sometimes fear is translated "respect."