You know why men expect women to be perfect?
Because it's the inescapable corollary for every sex relations message drummed into men since roughly 1965. That sex relations message is this: men are
not worthy of their women.
It began from around the time that men began to be portrayed as lovable dopes in the media. That was the earliest message of feminist programming, the idea that the Little Woman Minding The House was a lot brighter and cannier than the husband who busted his ass (typically in a blue collar job) all day long. Even fucking Bill Cosby carried parts of this in The Cosby Show, Dr Cliff Huxtable is portrayed as an eccentric, deeply blue pill man, but his wife always wins the arguments, is always composed, never loses her shit, ever.
It wasn't the medieval idea of courtly love: that shit died out somewhere in the 1600s or so and was replaced with marriages for convenience, resources, or alliances until some fool made Jane Austen novels a thing again and reinvented the concept for the nascent consumer culture.
Men expect their women to be perfect because they have it pounded into them relentlessly that the women must be put on the pedestal. How could you put something up there unless it was so perfect it deserved being up there in the stratosphere? Have a look at the difference between Mothers' Day and Fathers' Day and tell me which parent you're told to love more. How you're taught to behave towards your mother is how you will behave towards all women, at least to start with, because to start with, you're dumb enough to think all women are like that.
Why do so many men expect women to be perfect? Because they don't obey the first law of the manosphere:
never put the pussy on a pedestal. Charles Schultz with his dumb fuck
Peanuts comics has a lot to answer for with this: Charlie Brown is the protagonist, the kid with whom the readership is meant to identify. I was watching the latest Peanuts movie recently -- don't ask -- and it actually fucking made me
cringe when they portray how Charlie Brown behaves around the girl he likes. Literally had to start telling the kid with me that he was not to behave like that around girls, had to tell him there's hundreds of girls in the world and the general idea is talk to them, and either get nexted by them or next them until you find one you might like.
On the other hand, it might also be we expect women to be perfect because of all the fucking resources we've poured into them since roughly the year 1700. Men have given their lives, blood, organs, homes, families, locations, jobs, children, time, muscle, sweat, tears, intellect, research, votes, taxes and laws in the service of women, out of some desire - misplaced or otherwise - that this'll make their lot better, that they'll be
happy.
With roughly three hundred years of this bullshit, you'd have thought they got better, they should be literal fucking goddesses. And in one respect they
are fucking goddesses, they can say "Fuck you" to biological laws, banging anything they want as long as they want, no fucking period, no condom required, no bent coathangers or screaming babies, all it takes is one pill consumed regularly and the bitches can't even get
that right half the fucking time.
(Side note: remember this, too. For all that men are supposedly self-centred, we gave them the fucking pill first. Not to ourselves. It wasn't a woman who invented the Pill, it was Gregory Gordon Pincus, this swag motherfucker:
Wonder how much pussy he got after that.
Oh, the male pill? We're still fucking working on that, there's a few epic IRTs who are still braving the tides of science in the hopes of finding the pill that'll let us bang without having to put something on your dick that makes it look like a cut-price sausage and gives it all the sensitivity of one. Expect mass market Vasalgel around the same time the first fusion reactor goes on line and the first visito to Mars takes a look around and says 'Know what? Fuck Earth, this shit's quieter, I can make water out of hydrazine and live on potatoes for a while'. Either way: think about that the next time a woman bitches that if men had periods the issue would have been solved centuries ago. We gave them the Pill first.)
As said, for all the stuff we gave 'em, you'd think they would be goddesses. And here we are, empower a woman and the first thing she does is go and work her youth and her beauty off slaving away at a corporate job that she didn't need and when the biological clock rings, she finds she doesn't want either. They got all this fucking free time away from machines and washing and cooking and cleaning and all they do is fucking fat themselves up. Give them instantaneous communication and all they do is take pictures of their asses all day and accept arselicking followers all day long while you're out busting your ass at a combination of gyms, workplaces, and bars that you don't really want to be in networking with people you don't really want to be friends with in search of a promotion that you don't really want. Give them DNA, rape kits, CCTV cameras, SVUs staffed by lesbian detectives with better jaws than Dick Tracy, closed court hearings, and they say all women must be believed and the justice system doesn't convict anybody.
So, yeah. There's an argument we expect them to be perfect because we've put a God-fucking-big effort into making them so.
