While we might not like to admit it, females have been judging the male species since the time they were clubbing dinner on the head.
American author John Gray said it best when he wrote Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus.
While that’s most definitely true, could it now be that those little Martians are finally making their way over to the big bright Venus to see what all the fuss is about?
There is no doubt a woman’s ideal man has morphed from ‘macho’ into the ‘new-age guy’. While we once considered biceps and a propensity for using a hammer to be masculine, we’re now more likely to pit man against man based on the lusciousness of his man-bun or grooming of his beard.
No longer do we care how efficient a man is at clubbing our dinner, we just care if he is going to cook it or not — preferably with sautéed kale topped with activated slivered almonds on the side.
And if you’re looking to inject a little more romance into your relationship, dudes, just be sure to clean said kale-laden dinnerplates.
There is nothing sexier than a man with his hands in the sink. Or on the vacuum shaft, for that matter.
I often wonder what a man’s Tinder-profile would have looked like had the technology existed in the 1950s.
His biography might read ‘astute lawn-mower with skills in bread-winning’ perhaps? And it would capture the attention of female swipe-righters. There’s no doubt about that.
That’s what we wanted in our husbands. What else did a housewife need in her man?
But a woman on the receiving end of that Tinder match would likely be welcomed by a courteous ‘how do you do?’ instead of an unsolicited sexual photograph.
He might have even spiced things up with an invitation to get a milkshake as opposed to a late-night Netflix-and-chill session.
Maybe our new-age, man-bun-wearing dudes could take a leaf out of the 1950s Tinder-man’s book — just as he could, in turn, learn something from the man of today.
It may seem like women have no idea what they want and we’re constantly changing our minds on a man’s alluring factors.
But one thing has never changed — the desire for respect.
It does not matter if the respect is clad in bulging biceps and stoicism or if it is shrouded in a carefully curated outfit from ASOS — that’s all we want in our men.
And while we’re waiting for it, we’ll be judging from afar on our thrones on Venus.