Relationships in a World of Individualism

  • rWorld

    The rWorld is about more than Dale Kuehne's book Sex and the iWorld.
    The rWorld is a New England based, non-profit (in formation), that is composed of a growing number of people and organizations from many faith and ideological backgrounds worldwide. We believe that much of the fulfillment for which women and men are looking can be found by enhancing the quality of our relationships. While the individual freedom we enjoy in the West is a gift, the love and intimacy for which humans yearn will not be found in self-serving materialism or hedonism, but in a variety of healthy relationships.

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  • Dale Kuehne

    Sex & the iWorld

    Professor of Politics and The Richard L. Bready Chair for Ethics, Economics, and the Common Good at Saint Anselm College, Manchester, NH.

    In this blog I'm highlighting signposts of the world in which we presently reside as a means of helping promote a civil, and meaningful dialogue about what kind of world in which we wish to live. I am particularly interested in exploring how might we reconcile the individual good and the common good, and where reconciliation isn’t possible, which should take precedence and why.

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Women Aging Twice as Fast as Men

Posted by Dale Kuehne on April 18, 2011

Girls over the hill at 15.

Its time for men to grow up.

Every man should read the following lyric and take it to heart. One of Martyn Joseph’s most requested songs … by women.

You stand now in the pension queue
With secrets of the former you
The hand held strolls on seaside piers
The dinner dances, and the tears.

The hen nights and the going dutch
The skin that men so longed to touch
The stomach howl of childbirth
The never knowing what you’re worth

This being woman, being old
Invisible, and unsaid gold
Still sensuous with mystery
The silk of who you’ve yet to be.

And you remember tumbling things
The fresh and fluid light of Spring
The fractious children, midnight mass
The almost lover’s heady pass

Saving for that summer cruise,
And every month the piercing blues
Lipsticks bought, that cashmere coat
The husband gone without a note.

The Christmas shopping on your own
The ecstasy you should have known
The dreams and dust of wedding vows
The silent darkness, funerals, rows.

The albums full of photographs
The sunflowers and the mountain paths
The olive groves, the gasping kiss
Too much time to reminisce

The jewelry with that silver cross
The cherry sunsets, and the loss
The role of mother, friend and wife
This gallery of all your life

This Being Woman; words by Stewart Henderson, music by Martyn Joseph from Whoever It Was Who Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home. (2003)


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