Whipped
In all of those chick flicks WHICH OF COURSE I NEVER WATCH WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM, A MASOCHIST? there’s always this guy who, when he’s caught doing things the girl wants, is forced by his guy friends to admit that he is ‘whipped’:
Tom: ‘I am buying this cereal ’cause my missus likes it.’
Carter: ‘Jeez, dude, you’re whipped. Hahahaha!’
Tom: ‘I am NOT whipped.’ /jawclench
Carter: ‘Dude you’re so whipped!’ /weeping with laughter
And how, I want to grump at them, is this a bad thing? WHY is it a bad thing? And what is the term for a girl who does what the guy wants?
There isn’t one.
At least, I don’t KNOW one. (Unless it’s ‘honey’ or ‘sweetheart’ or ewwww ‘babe’.)
Which kind of says it all. It’s okay for a girl to do what it takes to make the guy she’s with happy. But if the guy does the same, his reputation will be slaughtered, slowly and with much ridicule.
Guys, you are like whipping cream. It is your destiny to be whipped. That watery milky stuff is not what you are meant to be. You are meant to be magnificently light and go well with cake, and strawberries, and tribulation, and maybe curry.
I agree there shouldn’t be any problem with doing something to make someone you care about happy, but I don’t think reversing the direction of the unfairness makes it ok either. It’s isn’t being “whipped” to be nice to someone, it is “whipped” when it is presumably this sacrifice is against the person’s will or not their own idea.
Oh, Saya. How I’ve MISSED you!
This whole misguided concept of “whipped” is actually one of the thousands of things I enjoy about being married. Among married people–even men–there’s little teasing for accomodating one’s spouse. I agree with the previous poster–if it’s not against your will, then it’s just plain ol’ unselfish thoughtfulness, and all relationships could use a bit more of that.
When you’re married, there’s nothing to prove; independence has already been willingly surrendered in favor of permanent team collaboration. There were rings and a ceremony. Everyone knows you’ve agreed to love each other and help each other out, so if my husband runs into his friends at the store while he’s buying diapers or feminine products or my favorite candy, they just shrug and know that’s part of the deal. In fact, they’re probably there picking up baby Tylenol and light yogurt themselves. Whatever. This is not punishment, it’s just one of the less-glamorous moments that goes into being a grown-up and having a family. Maybe most of our associates are either in or have been in our season of life so no one flinches, and fully supports our mutual indulgence. Whatever the reason, it’s nice not to live on a movie set full of pointless, snarky comments.
It does seem that many relationships fail from selfish-itis (yes, “inflammation of the selfish;” it’s a real thing). A dose of humility and a mutual service-oriented attitude would likely help a lot, but that doesn’t make for snappy dialogue in chick-flick movies or a convenient cultural norm.
Healthy whipped-ness, if I can call it that, definitely goes both ways. It’s tax season now, and the poor accountant of the house is worked to the bone (even today, his birthday). When he can finally catch his breath, I’ll gladly let the man have an afternoon of golf to himself. If both partners are living their covenants, there’s no need for scorekeeping because you can let go of selfishness and trust your spouse is looking out for you. It’s a pretty good deal.
Ha ha ha! This was a lovely read! Thanks!
I love this! Short and…sweet. (Haha, bad word humor.) Your idea is so simple and yet incontrovertible. Brilliant.