Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed?

It doesn’t seem to be fashionable – or perhaps I mean politically correct – anymore, for a lady to long for a hero. I suppose we threw that particular baby out with the feminist bathwater, along with expecting doors to be opened for us rather than slammed in our faces, and for seats to be given up for us on an omnibus.

In The Female Eunuch Germaine Greer makes passing mention of a husband – her only husband. She was married to him – I’m sure she said for a week. I don’t have a copy of the book now – I must get another – but seem to recall that his irresistible attraction had been something to do with that comfortingly tweedy masculine shoulder against which to bury one’s head.

I just checked it out. She was married in 1968 to an English graduate who was working as a builder. Perhaps it had given him broad shoulders and a suntan – that always helps. In true ’60s style they met outside a pub in the Portobello Road and, after a brief courtship, got married using a ring from a pawnshop. According to Wikipedia it only lasted ‘a few weeks’ and Ms Greer spent their wedding night in an armchair because her husband was drunk and would not allow her into bed.

The Female Eunuch actually came out in 1970 but in my provincial backwater I didn’t stumble across it until some years later: in W H Smith’s actually – fascinated and horrified in equal measure by a truly, shockingly, hideous cover – see below. I remember covering said item using brown paper and sellotape so that my parents wouldn’t be tempted to confiscate/immolate/jettison it. (My mother had form with book-throwing.)

female eunuch

I was twenty-one at the time and married as I was reading it. What a fool! If only I’d found it six months earlier I might have gathered my wits and relocated to Auchtermuchtie or possibly Muckanaghederdauhaulia, County Galway. And I married exactly that heroic sort of man – the comfortingly tweedy masculine shoulder, and so forth. He was even working on a building site and had the temporary broad shoulders/suntan.

What is it in us, though, that still pines for a hero? Even now when subjected – as one all too frequently is – to Bonnie Tyler’s cheesy 1980s bellow-fest Holding out for a Hero – I get that same little shiver. I know exactly what she means. Don’t you, other ladies?

Or if not a Hero, at least a Gentleman.

According to one website, these are the 23 behaviours of a Gentleman:

  1. He opens the door for a lady
  2. He walks closest to the curb
  3. He makes reservations (what does that mean – for a restaurant?)
  4. He gives her his jacket
  5. He is punctual
  6. He rises when she enters a room
  7. He gives compliments sincerely and often
  8. He helps her to be seated
  9. He gives up his seat
  10. He helps a lady on with her coat
  11. He says “please” and “thank you”
  12. He minds his table manners
  13. He is never rude to servers, bartenders or anyone else for that matter
  14. He pays
  15. He gets her safely to her door
  16. He listens
  17. He keeps his word and a secret
  18. He never hits a woman
  19. He shows initiative
  20. He pays attention to detail
  21. He asks her family’s blessing before proposing
  22. He is a jack of all trades – knows how to do things – the guy people look to in an emergency
  23. He goes out of his way to let her know he cares, every single day

Goodness, I’d forgotten about most of those. Ex scored well on 5, 18, 19 and 20 and ultra-highly on 22. I used to think that if we were ever to get stranded on one of those tiny cartoon desert islands together, with only a palm tree and a ball of string he of all men would have been able to whip up a watertight raft and guide us, using only the sun and stars, to South America or Finland or somewhere.

Perhaps what it all boils down to is that a Gentleman – or a Lady – earns that description by putting the other person at their ease. If you feel relaxed, happy and altogether better about yourself after an hour or two in someone’s company, you can probably award them Gentleman/Lady status.

However, no need to marry them.

And at least finish reading The Female Eunuch first.

due south

And another picture of Paul Gross, and, because there can never be enough, yet another:

paul gross 2

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