My libation to old man chivalry,his Kenyan concubine and Romeo the idiot!

‘Chivalry is dead!’ is probably one of the most prolific female mantras of the 21st century. Medieval ideas of what men and should and should not have dominated the silver screen and literature alike and have made it increasingly difficult and confusing for the modern man to measure his mettle. Courage, honour, courtesy, justice and charity are a dish well served with a pinch modern day reality. Men no longer parade around in skinny tights in gangs of merry men, nor do we wield crude weapons or hide in Trojan horses and peril battle all for the sake of a woman. However, that does not necessarily mean that men have absolutely nothing to live for, and this is where women get us all wrong. There is no standard definition of a man, but no matter a mans creed or calling, the universally accepted standard is that a man be metered by his character and not by whether or not he pulls out a chair for you. Throwing jackets over puddles beats logic, and that is perhaps the difference now. Men have gotten smarter. Men have learnt to weigh risk and benefit, which has become of untold value and saved us messy situations and even lives, the kind of insight Romeo would have perhaps wished he had before he insulted common sense.
The real meaning of chivalry has been lost in translation and distorted in interpretation and has forced men to live up to fairy tale scripts and poetic prose. Telling men that chivalry is dead really waters down romanticism and leaves many lads wondering whether they should take you out for a nice candlelit dinner on the beach or fight in an army of 300-strong. The dawn of the independent woman has proved to be the final nail in the coffin of the chivalrous few. For these women, any display of decency is an obscenity. They can buy their own dinners and paint their own ceilings, their not scared of spiders and forget pilates, judo is the craze. They would probably conceive their own children if they could. They have cultured a generation of men afraid to dazzle a woman the old-fashioned way like their fathers had taught them forcing them to assume a more aggressive, and almost cutthroat business-like stance to relationships. What ever happened to the damsels in distress and ladies in red?
Many people believe that money has become the able replacement for chivalry with the added advantage of taking half the effort and not nearly as much time as a good deed would take you in this era. This greatly unlevels the playing field for the gallant few and tips the scale largely in favour of the big spender rather than the decorated sweet talker who a century ago would have been odds on favourite for fair lady.
Wise men the world over have over the years come up with the winning formula that samples the best of both worlds but remains to be clearly defined. They call themselves gentlemen. I could never wrap my finger around how words gentle and man could be used in the same noun; it defies almost everything you learn growing up around boys and negates everything you pick up listening to ladies. its a cross between French poodle and British bulldog, a balance between the finest of wines and the most robust of rums. Its another name for chivalry ladies, its not dead, it just goes by a different name.