Start Charmed dead man dating part 5

Charmed dead man dating part 5

Also it is unclear to me if the separation of men and women (for example in the trains) is a reaction to the violence or the cause.

Whilst he was hardworking and I believe his intentions are good, some of the personal habits I observed left a lot to be desired.

The constant spitting (apparently due to chewing tobacco), public urination (and by this I mean pulling it out anywhere there is space and going), nose picking and staring at me (usually whilst also fiddling with their nether regions) are a few of the distasteful activities I observed.

As I am traveling, I most often come across the average man on the street, like the stall owner or rickshaw driver.

I must admit that after a few weeks of observing him I found myself almost completely repulsed by men.

I don’t understand what the attraction is to shiny pants, thick striped shirts and hair that is carefully patted down to one side and glistening with coconut oil.

Don’t get me wrong, I am far less interested in a person’s looks, but a sense of personal style is part of what makes someone attractive in my opinion, and what someone’s mother finds attractive is not usually what a potential mate may find appealing.

I think it is easy to blame the mother for men’s shortcomings, but there seems to be a contradiction between this argument and the first article on the level of violence towards women.

I am not a psychologist, and perhaps there is a link here but I can’t see it.

In my opinion, if they had to go out and attract a woman entirely on their own (and assuming she had unfettered free will and choice in the matter), they would be less likely to indulge in these behaviours. In years past I have come to India for work, and in my current stay in Delhi I am living with family and am privy to another side of India.

Whilst the professional men that I have met don’t have the more distasteful personal habits, I do still find them very difficult to understand.

This denigrates the Indian man into something only marginally short of a sloth and depresses me even further. Then this one in Tehelka that essentially blames parenting styles, and mothers in particular, for molly-coddling their sons.