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Evolved
Saturday, December 27th, 2003, 03:40 AM
Slob vs. Slav. Who is more likely to steal your heart?

[This poll was AWAR's suggestion!]

Imagine you are a poor young Russian woman looking for a man. Here are 2 stereotypes to choose from:

1. Bob is a 350 pound lazy 47-year-old American who made his millions from a lawsuit against McDonalds for not putting health warnings on Big Mac wrappers. He got paid for being a stupid fatass and never has to work another day in his life. He hasn't seen his private area in years and cannot reach his feet, so he would appreciate it if you would clip his toenails for him once a week in addition to waxing his back hair. His hobbies include watching pro wraslin' and football on TV, drinking beer, belching, and sleeping. You also have to sleep with him every night and put up with the foul odors coming from the crevaces made of blubber where the soap never reaches. He wants you to give birth to his children too, so that means you must have sex with him as often as he wants. The plus side of all this is, he is rich and you get to go shopping in fancy stores all the time and drive a nice car. The bad part is, he expects you to have sex with him without vomitting and to wait on him hand and foot constantly. You have zero feelings of physical attraction to him and his personality disgusts you. But the plus side is you and your offspring will be financially taken care of with a brighter future in an economically better country.

2. Alexei is in pretty good shape and the same age as you. He is a conscript in the Russian Army where he makes almost no money at all, if they feel like paying him he gets $50 a month. He often has to steal food from the army just to survive. He's not a genius and often gets in fights. But he is an ok guy most of the time, and he has a good personality and is physically attractive to you. He can drink Boris Yeltsin under the table, though. He doesn't know what he'll do when he gets out of the army, maybe he'll become a coal miner in Siberia where he can make a maximum of $200 a month. But anyway his future is uncertain. His drinking can make him angry and the vodka kills his brain cells and leads to impotence. The bad part is, you're going to be poor the rest of your life almost certainly. The plus side is, you love him as a person and are attracted to him.

Visual depictions:

cosmocreator
Saturday, December 27th, 2003, 05:14 AM
My instincts tell me the woman would rather stay single.

Demigorgona
Saturday, December 27th, 2003, 05:33 AM
I'd go with the Russian, Love is more important than wealth ... unless of course you are a Jew. :)

Awar
Saturday, December 27th, 2003, 06:10 AM
Jews tend to be wealthy :-)

Nordhammer
Saturday, December 27th, 2003, 04:29 PM
Well, this is a stupid poll. LOL It's obviously made to get the desired vote. The reality is, mail order brides exist for a reason. Russian women want to come to America, American women don't want to go to Russia, this is for a reason. Life is miserable over there. I suspect it's more about standard of living than it is about "seeking true love." Like most women, Russian women want a more comfortable life with better opportunities.

Pomor
Saturday, December 27th, 2003, 04:58 PM
Life in Russia is not miserable if you have brains to think and an ability to work. Even with an average income of 150-200$ you can live much better than Americans working in Wal-Marts, for instance. You Americans just wait, will see who will be seeking who's greencard in thirty years or so ;-).

Ominous Lord Spoonblade
Saturday, December 27th, 2003, 07:49 PM
Awwww Alexei sounds perfect! :-D

Taras Bulba
Saturday, December 27th, 2003, 08:04 PM
American women don't want to go to Russia

GOOD!, I wouldn't want those feminist sluts setting foot in and polluting Mother Russia!

Taras Bulba
Saturday, December 27th, 2003, 08:08 PM
If I was a woman I'd go with the Russian soldier, but then again any poll involving a Russian soldier would gain my vote. An old saying goes that a Russian soldier "is a bear that walks like a man." SLAVA!!!!!

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AngryPotato
Saturday, December 27th, 2003, 09:56 PM
I don't think my family would appreciate me marrying a poor russian man or a rich fatass man. Now if I had the choice between the poor russian woman and the rich fatass woman I'd have to go with the russian.

Awar
Saturday, December 27th, 2003, 10:34 PM
I'm don't drink alcohol much, but I'm trying, would you go for me ;-)

Pugnox
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 02:17 AM
What a ridiculous thread designed to tell AWAR that he really DOES have value in the eyes on most women (despite what he thinks of himself most of the time).

If we are to be fair, the American man will virtually ALWAYS win a woman against his Russian counterpart. The average American man who is interested in marrying Slavic women is indeed old and most have a belly on them as a result of 30 years in stressful businesses making a lot of money. They are generally fairly smart guys how are good at navigating complex systems.

The average Slavic man in competition with this fat, old American guy, while more physically attractive, is unable to navigate ANY complex system either in Russia or in America so will be unable to support a wife in any form of government aside from some paternalistic big-brother type system that only the Slavs could think up for themselves. And all the vodka means that he probably won't even live to be the age of the American guy and at, say 40 years of age, will look A LOT worse than his American counter-part. A vodka diet ages you very quickly and that's not even taking into consideration all the blackouts that Russian men have after having downed a few liters of vodka and all the beatings their women then suffer as a result of the Russian man feeling himself to be such a loser. So, put in this context, it's little wonder why Western men find it so easy to get pussy from Slavic women...

Awar
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 02:28 AM
Pugnox, I see you're still angry at me because you got banned at Dodona. This poll was made by Ladygoeth based on a joke of mine over at another thread.

I see you're mentioning that Americans are better than Russians in navigating complex systems. Obviously, the systems you're referring to are penis enlargement systems and erection pumps that Americans are so accustomed to use.

Vojvoda
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 02:28 AM
So, put in this context, it's little wonder why Western men find it so easy to get pussy from Slavic women...

LOL, you wish

Awar
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 02:36 AM
By the way, Pugnox, you didn't have to vote for marrying the obese, rich American You could have just pressed the View Poll Results link on the right.

Of course, if you're into marrying obese American men, then it's OK! :-D

Pugnox
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 02:44 AM
[QUOTE=AWAR]Pugnox, I see you're still angry at me because you got banned at Dodona. This poll was made by Ladygoeth based on a joke of mine over at another thread.

I was never angry at you at all, AWAR, and I'm surprised that you think that. I'd say we have a competitive relationship simply because we see the world in different ways and the discussions that result are perfect for posting boards such as these.

I was a bit disgusted, however, that over at Dodona, when a Hindu who claimed to have sex with white women all the time and was obviously a liar, that NOT a single white man aside from myself stepped up to the plate to put that little monkey boy in his place. And that as a result, I was banned by the Turkish owner of the board...

Pugnox
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 02:50 AM
LOL, you wish

No, Vojvoda, I KNOW, as after having been to Bulgaria twelve times and seeing all these materialistic whores through themselves at me just because I'm an American with money, I now refer to Slavic pussy as "a bacon sandwich" and have vowed that this time when I go, I'll have nothing more to do with these disgusting women.

Not that I think Slavic women are disgusting at all it's just that the ones who will bring themselves to be around an American are repuslive in their materialism.

Pugnox
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 02:54 AM
By the way, Pugnox, you didn't have to vote for marrying the obese, rich American You could have just pressed the View Poll Results link on the right.

Of course, if you're into marrying obese American men, then it's OK! :-D

By the way, AWAR, you are wrong again as I neither voted nor even looked at the poll results as the poll itself was soooo stupid....

Vojvoda
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 03:05 AM
No, Vojvoda, I KNOW, as after having been to Bulgaria twelve times and seeing all these materialistic whores through themselves at me just because I'm an American with money, I now refer to Slavic pussy as "a bacon sandwich" and have vowed that this time when I go, I'll have nothing more to do with these disgusting women.

Not that I think Slavic women are disgusting at all it's just that the ones who will bring themselves to be around an American are repuslive in their materialism.

Did you take advantage of them at least? ;-P

Pugnox
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 03:39 AM
Did you take advantage of them at least? ;-P

No, I'd say that they took advantage of me as, after having bought them a dinner and drinks, the total bill would always come to more than a bacon sandwich does in an American restaurant...

Loki
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 10:02 AM
I don't understand this poll, since it is a distortion of reality. Not all Americans are fat and unattractive (especially not the rich ones.. they tend to look after their bodies better since they have more means to join gyms, etc) and not all poor Russians are slim & sexy. You get fat & wealthy Russians, too. And slim & poor Americans.

Pomor
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 04:07 PM
What a ridiculous thread designed to tell AWAR that he really DOES have value in the eyes on most women (despite what he thinks of himself most of the time).

If we are to be fair, the American man will virtually ALWAYS win a woman against his Russian counterpart. The average American man who is interested in marrying Slavic women is indeed old and most have a belly on them as a result of 30 years in stressful businesses making a lot of money. They are generally fairly smart guys how are good at navigating complex systems.

The average Slavic man in competition with this fat, old American guy, while more physically attractive, is unable to navigate ANY complex system either in Russia or in America so will be unable to support a wife in any form of government aside from some paternalistic big-brother type system that only the Slavs could think up for themselves. And all the vodka means that he probably won't even live to be the age of the American guy and at, say 40 years of age, will look A LOT worse than his American counter-part. A vodka diet ages you very quickly and that's not even taking into consideration all the blackouts that Russian men have after having downed a few liters of vodka and all the beatings their women then suffer as a result of the Russian man feeling himself to be such a loser. So, put in this context, it's little wonder why Western men find it so easy to get pussy from Slavic women...

Not all Russian men are drunks and unable to support a family, not even a majority. Yes, there is a problem with alcohol mostly in provinces, but to say that all Russians do nothing but drink Vodka all the time is ridiculous. You sound like someone who heard about the problem from the newspapers of late 80's.
From my own experience Americans coming to Russia usually behave very quite, trying not to show that they are Americans, especially when travelling in a subway with a bunch of bold teenagers sitting behind ;).

Awar
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 04:33 PM
I don't understand this poll, since it is a distortion of reality. Not all Americans are fat and unattractive (especially not the rich ones.. they tend to look after their bodies better since they have more means to join gyms, etc) and not all poor Russians are slim & sexy. You get fat & wealthy Russians, too. And slim & poor Americans.

You don't know HOW MUCH politically correct this sounds :=D

Loki
Sunday, December 28th, 2003, 04:38 PM
You don't know HOW MUCH politically correct this sounds :=D

Probably true :-)

Evolved
Monday, December 29th, 2003, 07:56 PM
I mentioned the 2 choices were stereotypes.

Darksphere
Saturday, January 3rd, 2004, 07:27 PM
I haven't had the chance to read this whole thread through so this could have been mentioned before but this poll is by no means realistic.

Because?

a. There are over than 7 million more women than men in Russia so very often it's the question of marrying the rich American or not marrying.

b. The large majority of Russian men have a drinking problem and wife-beatings is the order of the day. So the picture of the fit Russian man depicted in this poll probably isn't that typical.

cosmocreator
Saturday, January 3rd, 2004, 10:43 PM
a. There are over than 7 million more women than men in Russia so very often it's the question of marrying the rich American or not marrying.


A man has to love those odds.

Scáthach
Saturday, January 3rd, 2004, 10:48 PM
..and a woman doesn't! Poor things!!

Evolved
Wednesday, January 28th, 2004, 08:37 AM
How about bringing back polygamy? Russian men could have 3 wives- one to beat, one to screw, and one to go vodka shopping for him. :)

Sigrun Christianson
Wednesday, January 28th, 2004, 05:18 PM
Those are my only choices? I'll stay single, thanks, unless the Russian looks like Alexander Godunov.

Abby Normal
Thursday, January 29th, 2004, 05:02 PM
I don't understand this poll, since it is a distortion of reality. Not all Americans are fat and unattractive (especially not the rich ones.. they tend to look after their bodies better since they have more means to join gyms, etc) and not all poor Russians are slim & sexy. You get fat & wealthy Russians, too. And slim & poor Americans.
I don't think it was meant to say that at all. It's just an interesting question...

Abby Normal
Thursday, January 29th, 2004, 05:04 PM
A man has to love those odds.
Remind me never to move to Russia.

Taras Bulba
Thursday, January 29th, 2004, 05:39 PM
Remind me never to move to Russia.
Good! It's not like we need or want you there!

NormanBlood
Friday, February 6th, 2004, 06:17 AM
If I had it my way I would choose neither. BUT if I absolutly had to choose...as it would defeat the purpose of the poll if we didn't lol, I would choose the poor Russian as long as he's no wife beater(in that case I would have to kick his sorry Ruski butt :D ) and he's hot :P

Mistress Klaus
Friday, February 6th, 2004, 09:43 AM
Well this is my Russian blooded (Australia born & bred though) man I am going to marry soon. Not a rich man, loves to drink, artistic, temperamental, very affectionate, great lover. Perfect for me. (Both Scorpio's as well :evil )

Abby Normal
Friday, February 6th, 2004, 11:14 AM
Good! It's not like we need or want you there!

HAHAHAHAHA! I was saying this because there are 7 million more women than men there. :D

Evolved
Friday, February 6th, 2004, 01:24 PM
Well this is my Russian blooded (Australia born & bred though) man I am going to marry soon. Not a rich man, loves to drink, artistic, temperamental, very affectionate, great lover. Perfect for me. (Both Scorpio's as well :evil )

Sounds like a cool guy. He kind of looks like Sergei Fedorov. :D

Louky
Friday, February 6th, 2004, 02:40 PM
Why don't you marry the rich American slob, put something fatal in his beer, take the money and marry the Russian guy? :D

Mistress Klaus
Monday, February 9th, 2004, 11:51 AM
Sounds like a cool guy. He kind of looks like Sergei Fedorov. :D

Have you got any pictures of Sergei Fedorov?...I would like to see them. :sun

berserkergrrl
Tuesday, April 13th, 2004, 10:40 PM
I'd prefer to stay single too!I have seen men "get angry" after drinking ALOT of vodka,wasn't pretty!

AK*
Wednesday, April 14th, 2004, 01:11 AM
Have you got any pictures of Sergei Fedorov?...I would like to see them. :sun
Sergei would probably not like the details of this pic, but not bad for a mugshot;)

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/mugshots/fedorovmug1.html

eva88145
Tuesday, May 11th, 2004, 08:45 AM
88 well i think this is sorta funny because i am in love with a russian guy and he is poor and he is decent looking and he used to be always drunk but not no more since i mad him slow it down a bit but any how 88 all and stay proud strong and true

Gornahoor
Wednesday, October 27th, 2004, 03:58 AM
Coincidentally, I recently came across this article:

http://www.amherst.edu/magazine/issues/04summer/berdy/grass_greener.html

The Grass Is Greener

Reflections on Men and Crabgrass

by Michele A. Berdy

Gather together five women in any Moscow kitchen, and after a brief lament over the high cost of living, some gossip about co-workers, and a desultory review of some of the stranger moments in the country’s political life, the conversation inevitably turns to the Main Topic—Russian men—and doggedly stays there for the rest of the evening. Judging by these conversations, it’s clear that God—either by mistake or out of some inexplicable grudge—created Russian men as a merciless trial for Russian women. Their irresponsibility, irrationality and infantilism are legendary. How bad are they? They’re so bad that even Russian men themselves think they are irredeemable screw-ups.

During these kitchen debates someone will inevitably express that opinion that we American women are lucky: American men, judging by movies and a few acquaintances, are different. They are responsible, mature, gentle and kind; they weren’t emotionally crippled by the brutality and paternalism of the Soviet regime. They even wash their own socks! (Sock washing being the litmus test for love in Russia, much like driving a man to the airport in New York is an indisputable sign of devotion and self-sacrifice.) Every morning we American women must thank Fate that we were born in such a marvelous country with such ideal men.

This business about “ideal” would come as something of a shock to their American sisters, or to American men, for that matter, who, Lord knows, haven’t been getting that kind of feedback from their wives or lovers lately. No, I tell my friends, the ideal doesn’t exist in nature or in marriage. It’s not a matter of “better” or “worse”; it’s what you can put up with and what you can’t stand. “You might find Russian men impossible,” I begin confidently, “but some of us actually like Russian men,” (slightly less confidently, under the dark gaze of my friends), “and in fact,” I say, now in a meek little whisper, “some of us even prefer them!” Over the astonished shouts and moans of my friends, I insist that American men might seem ideal, but the grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence. Once you open the gate and wander about the lawn for a bit, you find the same crabgrass and weeds.

What follows are highly unscientific and subjective ruminations on some of the differences between Russian and American men. The conclusions may be tentative, but the field work was exhaustive.

He loves me, he loves me not

Imagine a huge hall. On one side a table of seven American men, on the other seven Russians, all having a rousing good time, with piles of food and batteries of bottles. Which group would I join? I’d make a bee-line for the Russians. Why? It’s my sad experience that in such situations American men often revert to the bravura of the Frat House. They continue talking as if you weren’t there, they hoot at esoteric jokes that you don’t understand (“and then he said: “Home, Jeeves! And make it fast!” followed by howls of laughter). They make it clear that whatever they were talking about was so important that they simply don’t have the time or inclination to deal with you at all.

What would the Russians do? Seven men would fly up out of their chairs, set before me a plate full of food and glasses filled to the brim with wine, water and vodka. They would tell me how glad they were that I showed up to lighten an otherwise dull evening. They would compete with each other to get my attention, each out-doing the others in flattering toasts to my beauty, intelligence, kindness. Of course, it would all be perfect nonsense. They might, in fact, rather resent my presence, since before I arrived they were busy hammering out a deal to corner the market in precious metals or discussing the latest scam to get around—with dubious legality—the tax code. But they’ve been trained to be nice to women, and besides, they really like women. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out which, from the point of view of single woman, the Fun Table is.

Relations between American men and women have become so strained in recent years that you sometimes get the impression our men don’t really like us all that much any more, or that we’ve become more trouble than we’re worth. They often claim that feminism is the culprit: “We just don’t know what women want.” Or they blame all the fuss over sexual harassment in the work place, because of which even the most innocent compliment can land you in court. I’ve always found this a rather specious argument: You don’t need the subtlety of a poet to grasp the difference between, say, “Hey, Mary, got your hair cut? Looks great!” and “If you don’t sleep with me I’ll fire you.” No, I think the problem appeared before feminism and sexual harassment suits (in fact, I think these appeared in response to the problem). The problem is the cultural image of a Real Man in America: the Marlboro man, alone in the prairie with his beloved horse and pack of beloved cigarettes, and not a woman in sight.

If these billboards now dot Russian fields, they certainly don’t reflect the indigenous images of men. If Casablanca were made in Russia, Humphrey Bogartovich would not go off in the night to start a beautiful friendship with Claude Rainoff. In Russian films and myths, men do trudge off into the steppes, usually in chains, but in the next scene, there’s a Sonya or a Katya trudging after them. Cut to: exile on knees, kissing the hand of Sonya, weeping, “Thank God you’ve come! I couldn’t have survived without you!” Russian men need women, and the cultural myths allow them both to need them and admit it. But just imagine a film that has the Marlboro man on his knees, weeping over the hand of his woman, come to save him. We’re more likely to see him nuzzling his horse, the poor guy. American cultural myths just don’t let our men admit their needs or weaknesses. Hence all the pigtail pulling and Frat House bravura—it’s about the only way the culture lets them get our attention.

Little Russian boys might have pulled the pigtails of little Russian girls, but they grew out of that pretty quickly. They need affection, they crave feminine comfort and support. Of course, true to the traditions of Russian extremism, they go over the top. Operating on the theory that “more is better,” if one woman is good, then, logically, five women would be even better. So it’s perfectly fine to juggle a handful of affairs simultaneously. Or, if a supportive women is good, then how much the better if she takes over the role of bread-winner, mother, wife and lover, forgiving him all his faults and frailties. So it’s perfectly fine to abandon all pretense of maturity and let your woman treat you like a charming but hopelessly ineffectual little boy. Yes, sometimes you’d like to see a bit of that American independence in them. You’d wish they’d be ashamed to reveal some of their weaknesses. You’d like them to pull up their socks (and wash them, too, from time to time). But give me a man who’s not afraid to admit he needs me!

Will You Still Respect Me in the Morning?

I’m not the first to recognize that American men have problems talking about—admitting, recognizing, naming, revealing, discussing or even acknowledging—their feelings, or, God forbid, their needs. They don’t do it much among themselves. (Instead they play sports, which allow them to work through stress, anger, confusion, fear and other taboo emotions on the playing field. Or anyway I think that’s what they’re doing out there, rolling around on muddy football fields on Sunday afternoons.) They themselves have recognized the problem and even started clubs that allow them to “bond” and get out some of those bottled-up emotions.

Oh, what they could learn from their Russian brethren! Russian men do not suffer from bottled-up emotions. In fact, they are one of the least emotionally bottled-up populations on the face of the earth. With the help of the bottle—say, four or five liters of 80 proof vodka—they sit with their friends (three being the magical number of drinking buddies), pour down the liquor, and let it all out: all their fears, all their sins, all their doubts and worries and needs. About 3:00 a.m. one usually asks the others, “Do you respect me?” and the others reply, with the solemnity of a military oath, “Of course, old man, of course.”

I have to admit that I didn’t get the point of this for many years; it seemed like one of those quaint but opaque mysteries of the Russian soul that we foreigners can never quite penetrate. But now I do: it’s the confessional, it’s the shrink’s couch, it’s a way of getting all those taboo emotions off their chests: Absolut absolution.

Of course, it would be lovely if they could free their souls without a three-day binge, squandered paychecks and fights about same with their wives and lovers. It would be lovely if they had just a bit of their American brothers’ shame and guilt over irresponsible behavior. But when the system works, Russian men get rid of their “stuff” and don’t come home wound up like time bombs (scheduled to go off during the first mid-life crisis).

Let’s talk

If there is one issue that has Russian and American men at opposite poles, it’s the issue of Clarity. American men like clarity. They seem to have a very clear picture of what they want, and they are perfectly happy to Talk About Our Relationship. Or, even if they don’t want to commit, they are very clear about their lack of commitment. This can be very good indeed: it’s good to know where you stand, it’s good to hear his plans and intentions. Only sometimes you feel that he’s got the whole thing planned out just a tad too rigidly. He knows the kind of woman he’s looking for (age, size, type of figure and hair, profession, social and economic background, education, political preferences); he knows when he’d like to fall in love and get married, when to have children and how many to have. If you don’t fit into the plan, you get crossed off the list. It’s Love by Filofax—there’s no room for any fun anymore; the playfulness is gone. Everyone seems to have forgotten that sometimes the deepest love can appear with the most unlikely person.

Russian men are at the other end of the universe. They hate clarity. As far as I have been able to determine, they only feel psychologically comfortable in a atmosphere of total uncertainty. It’s not that they don’t want to commit, they’re not even ready to commit to a conversation about commitment: they want to keep all their options open. Sometimes you can’t even wangle the most elementary information out of them—like their last names or their marital status—leave alone get some sense of where the relationship is heading. “I don’t know!” he’ll protest, with sigh worthy of Job. “How can I know what will happen to us when I don’t even know what kind of government we’ll have tomorrow!” It turns out that “let’s talk” are the most terrifying two words in the Russian language. Men who have faced down tanks, lived through prison camps, heroically stood up to a brutal regime, will turn tail faster than a jack rabbit at the sound of the first word, “let’s.” The front door slams, the elevator descends, and before you’ve even uttered “. . . talk,” he’s already in Tver.

On the other hand, Russian men are nothing if not playful. They’ll give anything a try. They might have their tastes and preferences, and in the end they might marry a comfortable sort of woman next door, but it doesn’t matter if you’re 10 years older or 20 years younger, if you’re a brain surgeon and he’s a cop, or even, I suspect, if you’re from another planet—if it feels right, they’ll give it a go. They haven’t read “Ten Steps to a Happy Marriage,” or reports on similarity of background as a precondition for a long and happy union. They still believe in love.

The Russia Factor

My American women friends in Moscow say that something odd comes over their boyfriends when they move to Russia. Take a nice, sensitive, responsible average American male, who has learned to share the housework without complaining (much) and take pride in his girlfriend’s professional achievements, drop him in Moscow, and in three weeks he turns into a sexist pig. His apartment is a sty, knee deep in dirty socks and take-out pizza boxes. He starts smoking unfiltered Camels and drinking vodka straight. He drops his accomplished American girlfriend and starts a series of affairs with 22-year old Russian beauties with legs that don’t quit. American women moan in despair. What happened to their men? What does Russia do to them?

What Russia does to them is let them misbehave. It’s the reason that law-abiding, constitution-thumping American businessmen turn into tax-evading, law-breaking, document-fudgers in Russia: because you can get away with it. Who wouldn’t behave like an 19-year-old jerk if he could do so with impunity?

But it gets stranger. Say our average American male gets married to one of his Russian beauties. Within a day of his wedding, he immediately reverts to being a sensitive, responsible man who always brings home his paycheck, never goes on a binge with the boys (well, almost never), and willingly, uncomplainingly shares the housework. Except he’s suddenly more “romantic” than he ever was with his American girlfriends, prone to impulse purchases of imported hot-house flowers and gold trinkets fashioned by the descendants of pre-Revolutionary jewelers. You see, he’s grateful. He can’t believe his good luck: His wife doesn’t expect him to manfully bear the burdens of the world on his shoulders, she’ll listen to him in moments of drunken doubt and forgive all his weaknesses. In old Russian, the word for “pity” also meant “love,” and Russian women know how to love sympathetically better than anyone on earth (perhaps much better than American women...?). He thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. His wife is happy, too: Her husband doesn’t disappear for three days to drink away his paycheck, he’s willing to wash his own socks, and doesn’t jump on the next plane when she says, “Let’s talk.” True, he’s a bit uptight. True, it’s hard to get an indication of his emotional state out of him. But, hey, you can live with that.

Odder still is what happens when Russian men fall in love with American women. At least at first, or at least in some things, they don’t misbehave with us the way they do with the women “next door.” They feel the tug of shame when they drink away their paychecks, they feel the burden of guilt if they start a second (or a fourth) affair (well, most of the time). I’m not quite sure why this happens. I suspect it’s a correlate of the reason why American men misbehave in Russia: because Russian men know they can’t get away with it. Somehow they know that we just won’t put up with the kind of blatant, unrepentant irresponsibility that Russian women silently endure (although perhaps they shouldn’t. . .?). So they just don’t try it. And they find, sometimes, that behaving like a grown-up has unexpected rewards—like self-respect, like not having all that much to confess to their drinking buddies at 3:00 a.m. We’re happy with men who admit their needs without threat of divorce or firing squad. We’re delighted with men who have blissfully uncomplicated feelings for us. True, they won’t wash their socks. And true, they break out in hives when we say, “Let’s talk.” But, hey, you can live with that.

Perhaps in the end it isn’t a matter of habit or taste, better or worse. Perhaps we might learn a bit from each other in the love and romance department. Or perhaps when the grass is sweet on the other side of the fence, it’s easy to overlook the weeds.

Taras Bulba
Wednesday, October 27th, 2004, 03:51 PM
Interesting article Gornahoor. Judging from those characteristics mentioned seperating Russian from American men, I have to say Im somewhat of a snythesis between the two. Although in many ways I have many traditional attitudes and attributes of Ukrainian men towards the fair gender.



http://www.sabre.org/ukrlib/books/sichynsky/sicchap8.htm

The customs and the character of the Ukrainians were graphically described by V. IZMAYLOV, Travel into Southern Russia in Letters (Putyeshestviye v poludennouyu Rossiyu v pismakh, Moscow, 1800). He wrote that Ukrainian family life was marked by great love and mutual respect and confidence between husband and wife:

"The mutual love creates in their domestic life a higher harmony and order than authority and obedience in our life (Russian)... Girls here are not kept under rigid control: every one of them is beautiful, artful and attractive... They (the village girls) are slim and extremely graceful (for peasant girls)... All the villages and farm-houses are located in beautiful spots. Every house is clean and white-painted, surrounded by flowering orchards..."

In contrast to this, the author points out, the family life of the Russians is marked by despotism, moral looseness and the unkemptness of Russian women, who care nothing about their own appearance nor that of their houses.

King Yngvar
Monday, June 13th, 2005, 11:58 AM
After reading most of you girls being positive towards young drunks and experiencing that a guy gets laid with more frequency when being drunk, I shall continue my drinking habits. Thank you for the tip, now I'll go drown myself in a bottle of vodka, wouldn't that be very attractive? :P

GreenHeart
Wednesday, September 28th, 2005, 08:43 PM
The only way I would choose the slav was if those were the only two choices. In the universe. :stop

No desire to be with someone who is unintelligent and drinks themselves even stupider. Even worse though to be with someone who was obese and chauvenistic.

White Falcon
Friday, September 30th, 2005, 03:35 PM
The only way I would choose the slav was if those were the only two choices. In the universe. :stop

No desire to be with someone who is unintelligent and drinks themselves even stupider. Even worse though to be with someone who was obese and chauvenistic.

LOL, this is quite funny :) .
What must you then been thinking on our "untermenschen" brethren, the Swedes :D .

Look our uber-Nordic goddess NordicPower88 speaking(unknowingly) about Swedish parliament members:

http://forums.skadi.net/showthread.php?p=10485#post10485


What is this, your family Ross? x_rofl

They may be blond, but their noses and faces are far too short to be pure nordic. They look like Russian/Eastern untermenschen......

They sure are ugly for the most part.

http://forums.skadi.net/showthread.php?p=10499#post10499


They are not nordish, and especially not aryan.

http://forums.skadi.net/showthread.php?p=10501#post10501


Not to me! Would you really want these deformed people running around your country? No, not me we already have enough of these subhumans here.....

They are just light pigmented mongols.

:lol :rofl :fhaha: :bowlaugh :rotfl

I though that since you have returned after quite some time, have taken
some quality time, to actually learn something and change this freaking attitude.

But obviously not, you're still the same "SF internut nutzi" , degrading your self further.:fcrazy: :stabbed .

Best regards.

Weg
Friday, September 30th, 2005, 08:03 PM
"Women do not sleep with men, but with abstractions: power, fame, money, fashion... "

;)