I was sitting here this morning checking my email and my little boy handed me a cowboy hat to wear. So, as I write this, I sit here with my husband’s big, straw cowboy hat on my head.
Maybe I’m waxing nostalgic, maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t been to Texas in a year, haven’t been home in two, and that my son has yet to see a cow, or maybe it’s the cowboy hat on my head, but I’m thinking this morning of Texas.
You know a funny thing that I miss about Texas…the cowboy hats. Who knew? At home, you see them all the time. My Grandad wore one every chance he got- a straw one in the spring/summer and a felt one in the fall/winter. You know you're there when you see the hats, maybe not so much in the larger cities where the Yankees, Southerners, West Coasties, all who finally get enough sense to move to Texas, live. They wear ball caps. Yeah, those look good. Woo-hoo. In the real Texan towns, you see them everywhere- I miss the cowboy hats.
Why? It’s what they say about the man, whether true deep down or not. These Texas gentlemen will actually take them off when they meet a lady, go inside a building or church, and take them off when eating. They'll also tip them at a lady as a sign of respect, even when driving. Respect, even regardless of hat-hair. They'll even open doors for you. Doors, when they’re around, will not smack you in the face. I miss that here in the South. Women typically have to open the doors themselves or watch out for one banging in their face, or stand there as a doorstop waiting for some guy to come on through. The men here are nice, especially the older Southern gentlemen, don’t get me wrong, but they won’t take off their ball caps anywhere, anyhow, even in church. They leave them on in restaurants, in buildings, and when speaking to a lady. It’s hard to see their eyes.
Now, I know that you can find the occasional slob in Texas who wasn’t taught right by his mother to take off his hat, or even a cap, where he should. The trick there is to run into them, easy to do when pregnant, and bop that hat right off his head, offering profuse apologies for the “accident,” and place that hat in the chair beside him where it needs to be! We can always blame the slob incidents on the Yankees, and if you’re Democrat, the president. (After all, they blame him for Katrina, as if he has control of the elements, why not the hat issue. That makes just as much sense.)
Personally, I’d like to give credit to the stupid women’s libbers of today. Just what are they “fighting for” now? Yes, it is good that women can vote and get paid the same as a man for doing the same job. But women in my great-grandmother’s era did that for us. These women (notice not ladies) by their disgusting methods and nonsense about homosexuality and abortion have hurt “the cause” more than helped it. No, I’d like to give credit to the lack of respect for ladies to the ones who deserve it- the “I wanna be a man freaks.” They have made us all, especially those who love our husbands and our children, breastfeed, who wearing skirts to look like women, who stay at home (a massive full-time job, not for the faint at heart or lazy) look really bad and uneducated and uncaring. They have made some men more effeminate (have you seen that metro-sexual look?) or disgusting, beer swigging, baggy butt, jersey-wearing, couch potatoes. They don’t want men to be men, or expect them to be gentleMEN. Thanks.
Though some freak females have tried, they're not completely successful at switching around God's unique roles He gave to sexes to fulfill. Real men are out there, even here in the South. Thank God! It is a breath of fresh air to see one. Good. Honest. Helpful. Protect against swinging doors. Caring. Strong. Masculine. Respectful. God fearing. Maybe I’ll find stickers with cowboy hats on them and when I see a man here in the South who deserves to wear a cowboy hat, I’ll give him the sticker.
Now. It’s my responsibility to teach my son about this cowboy hat.
Maybe I’m waxing nostalgic, maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t been to Texas in a year, haven’t been home in two, and that my son has yet to see a cow, or maybe it’s the cowboy hat on my head, but I’m thinking this morning of Texas.
You know a funny thing that I miss about Texas…the cowboy hats. Who knew? At home, you see them all the time. My Grandad wore one every chance he got- a straw one in the spring/summer and a felt one in the fall/winter. You know you're there when you see the hats, maybe not so much in the larger cities where the Yankees, Southerners, West Coasties, all who finally get enough sense to move to Texas, live. They wear ball caps. Yeah, those look good. Woo-hoo. In the real Texan towns, you see them everywhere- I miss the cowboy hats.
Why? It’s what they say about the man, whether true deep down or not. These Texas gentlemen will actually take them off when they meet a lady, go inside a building or church, and take them off when eating. They'll also tip them at a lady as a sign of respect, even when driving. Respect, even regardless of hat-hair. They'll even open doors for you. Doors, when they’re around, will not smack you in the face. I miss that here in the South. Women typically have to open the doors themselves or watch out for one banging in their face, or stand there as a doorstop waiting for some guy to come on through. The men here are nice, especially the older Southern gentlemen, don’t get me wrong, but they won’t take off their ball caps anywhere, anyhow, even in church. They leave them on in restaurants, in buildings, and when speaking to a lady. It’s hard to see their eyes.
Now, I know that you can find the occasional slob in Texas who wasn’t taught right by his mother to take off his hat, or even a cap, where he should. The trick there is to run into them, easy to do when pregnant, and bop that hat right off his head, offering profuse apologies for the “accident,” and place that hat in the chair beside him where it needs to be! We can always blame the slob incidents on the Yankees, and if you’re Democrat, the president. (After all, they blame him for Katrina, as if he has control of the elements, why not the hat issue. That makes just as much sense.)
Personally, I’d like to give credit to the stupid women’s libbers of today. Just what are they “fighting for” now? Yes, it is good that women can vote and get paid the same as a man for doing the same job. But women in my great-grandmother’s era did that for us. These women (notice not ladies) by their disgusting methods and nonsense about homosexuality and abortion have hurt “the cause” more than helped it. No, I’d like to give credit to the lack of respect for ladies to the ones who deserve it- the “I wanna be a man freaks.” They have made us all, especially those who love our husbands and our children, breastfeed, who wearing skirts to look like women, who stay at home (a massive full-time job, not for the faint at heart or lazy) look really bad and uneducated and uncaring. They have made some men more effeminate (have you seen that metro-sexual look?) or disgusting, beer swigging, baggy butt, jersey-wearing, couch potatoes. They don’t want men to be men, or expect them to be gentleMEN. Thanks.
Though some freak females have tried, they're not completely successful at switching around God's unique roles He gave to sexes to fulfill. Real men are out there, even here in the South. Thank God! It is a breath of fresh air to see one. Good. Honest. Helpful. Protect against swinging doors. Caring. Strong. Masculine. Respectful. God fearing. Maybe I’ll find stickers with cowboy hats on them and when I see a man here in the South who deserves to wear a cowboy hat, I’ll give him the sticker.
Now. It’s my responsibility to teach my son about this cowboy hat.
Gentlemen, I take my hat off to you.
Blessings,
Beth
4 comments:
Sweetie,
Very good post. You were able to talk about what it means to be a gentleman, things we like about Texas, our son, bash Democrats and women libbers all in one post. I love it... (I wonder if there is the ultimate Christian conservative post out there... like the perfect country song).
I'm glad to see you writing again...
Thanks.
I'm feeling a little sassy today!
Yes, those are great qualities and great guys! Why do women want to be exactly like men anyway? They are trying to destroy the very essence of who they are, and who men are. They would take away the richness, and beauty, and diversity of God-given differences! How rich we are when these differences are appreciated and nourished in a God-glorifying way!
You said it perfectly.
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