Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus
12 July 2008
Let us travel back 2564 years, and explore the ancient Roman mythology. Mars is the God of War, and Venus is the Goddess of Love, and... they were once lovers. A warrior is active and murderous, and a lover is passionate. End the exploration, and look at astrology. Mars is the planet of willpower, energy, sexual drive and aggressive behaviour. While Venus is the planet of pleasure and the capacity for love, ability to appreciate beauty, social grace and friendships. Get it? Err...
So now, let's substitute Mars for men, add murderous to aggressive, subtract patience from that, and you get a main nature of men—achievement! Look at the next equation: men tend to be task-oriented and self-reliant; add these two together, and you get a species that hate asking for directions or help. My dad would spend three hours wandering around in the winding streets of the city rather than asking one passing homo sapien the way to the Sky Tower. To men, asking for help is a weakness, a failure.
On the other hand, you take Venus' passion and sociability and multiple them together, the product is a common characteristic of women—relationship; and again, that's where they get their sense of self from! Us women are interdependent; we enjoy the connection with other people. Asking for help is just like building a bridge between one and the other. Simple as that!
Let's look at the next point then... Men are action-oriented, while women are verbal. Why? Well... You go look at science fiction stories and movies, the aliens involved are always the Martians. When do they ever mention Mercurians or Uranians? Yeah... And then you have a fierce, fiery fight. So there! Men are action-oriented. If you look at Venusians in that case... See they're... Venusians... they start with the same letter as "verbal"! Anyways, so there we go, men are action-oriented, and women are verbal.
During the time when men's testosterones mess up their senses, they head outside for sports, or stay inside and throw their tantrums at innocent objects in the room—they're aggressive, they're action-oriented. But when women are stressed, we get more involved with other people. Words are not just for conveying information oh no, but for exploring and discovering one's thoughts and feelings. Yes, we're the wonderful, wonderful, romantic and passionate sex. Love is like oxygen!
Men tend to be compartmentalised, they separate different parts of their life from one another. Relationship, for one, does not mix with sport. If you study astronomy, you'll know that the planet Mars has very distinct hemispheres. Contrastingly, women connect every part of their life with each other. Yes... We mix it up... It's blurry... It's misty... Just like the cloudy atmosphere of planet Venus!
That's why you men can't expect your girlfriend to be romantic when her computer broke down even though you can't connect those two things together. Peter 1 Chapter 3 Verse 7 notes: "live with your wives in an understanding way, as with a weaker vessel, since she is a woman." The point is the understand and cherish and love us! Because we're women.
Yes, there are a lot of differences between men and women. For example, SEX. We all know... the excitement, the pleasure, the... Oh! But as a fellow modern medical Martian student says: "If emotional involvement is always required before sex, the human species would be extinct." Martians do it for the action, and love doesn't mix with physical pleasure.
A man would be absolutely devastated to lose a damn job while a woman would jump off the Grafton Bridge for the failure of a close relationship. A man needs to be respected, and a woman needs to be cherished. A man needs to be able to provide, and a woman needs to feel provided for. The opposite forces of Martians and Venusians attract, and that's what brings equilibrium. Men are from Mars, women are from Venus; and with the attraction in between, we both end up on Earth. Mm, it starts with the same letter as equilibrium...
Notes
A badly written speech when I was 14, but performed to the greatness of epic classroom laughter (especially in the penultimate paragraph for... obvious reasons).
