The latest commercial for Samsung’s Smart TV Evolution Kit features a guy sitting trance-like in front of a screen with old food scattered on the couch and floor, watching cavemen try to start a fire.
His wife walks in, plugs the Evolution Kit into the back of the TV, and while it’s installing, she begins to imagine how much better her husband would be if she could make him evolve.
Suddenly he’s is the kitchen whipping up a cake from scratch, rocking the baby, cleaning the floors and playing the flute over a candlelight dinner.
But a gross, gassy noise from the couch quickly brings her daydream to an end. She then walks away shaking her head, at least somewhat satisfied that her TV is “smart” even if her caveman of a husband remains a slobby doof.
What bothers me about his commercial, which was clearly created to make both men and women laugh (which I did), is that it reveals an underlying current in our society that I feel has been steadily growing stronger with every passing year: that men are stupid.
As a mother of three boys, I have made it a point to tell them EVERY DAY how smart they are. I praise them for trying new things, for solving problems, for taking care of each other, for helping me out.
They also have a wonderful example in their father who, I’m sorry to brag, actually DOES all those “fantasy things” the woman in the commercial was wishing for: cooking, cleaning, taking care of our baby, creating romantic nights in/out, and generally making my life as easy and stress-free as possible (he doesn’t play the flute, though. Does the trumpet count?)
However, even I sometimes find myself falling into the “let’s-make-fun-of-our-dumb-husbands” trap on girls’ nights, laughing and joking about how he can never seem to find anything unless I help, or how he needs to clarify every detail a thousand times or how he always needs to be right.
Why? Because, it’s easier to poke fun at our men instead of praise them. It’s easier to kid around and make them seem less intelligent because then it makes us feel like we’re really the ones “in charge.”
I think it’s rather odd how we’re always ranting and raving about how men are so power-hungry when, really, are we women not the same? And could we even IMAGINE the weeks of silent treatment we’d give our men if they made US seem like we weren’t the brightest crayons in the box?
I’m reminded of a quote from “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”:
“The husband may be the head of the house, but the woman is the neck and she can turn the head ANY WAY SHE WANTS!”
Even if this were true, and I’m not insinuating anything here, why do we get pleasure out of putting ourselves above our husbands?
I never want my little boys to think they’re not as good as girls are. I, of course, want them to respect girls and treat them kindly. But I don’t ever want them to think of themselves as “below” girls.
Mostly my husband laughs along with me when I casually mention a quirk of his or pet peeve of mine. But as my mom always used to say, “As a man thinketh, so is he,” and I don’t want him or my sons to think they are not cherished, valued, honored, smart and celebrated for who they are.