Ein Artikel in der Daily Mail von Flora Gill:
I have woken up to a number of horrible sights. A small, dead rodent my cat kindly left for me on my pillow. The ex I’d promised I was just meeting for closure. My house on fire.
But worst of all is the sight of my naked husband.
Now, before I elaborate further, let me stress that I love my husband and feel very grateful I get to wake up each day to his face beside mine. But ‘face’ is the key part of that statement.
Because, like a snooty Mayfair nightclub, I operate a strict dress code policy when it comes to my bed – and night clothes are a must.
I’m not too prescriptive on the type of nightwear a man wears. You can don loose cotton trousers and an old T-shirt or a proper matching chequered set from
M&S. I had a friend who swore by nightshirts that came down to his knees like the kid in Peter Pan. Apparently, it let all his bits breathe but kept him warm for a middle-of-the-night pee.
But what I cannot endure is no clothes at all.
Sorry naked sleepers, but you need to grow up and buy some pyjamas. In fact, it’s not really a matter of growing up, because even babies wear sleepsuits.
My words may seem controversial to the hordes of men who love to sleep in the nude. But, trust me, I am far from the only woman who wishes her other half would cover up in the bedroom. You might think it’s a turn on, but often it has the opposite effect. It’s as much of an ick as wearing shoes without socks.
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When I groggily open my eyes in the morning, I don’t want to be greeted by a hairy posterior. During the summer, I don’t want to feel your sweaty skin against mine as I try to drift off.
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I’ve noticed it’s mostly men who sleep naked. For some, it’s a power move, a sort of peacocking. They think it’s sexy to be permanently bare, when really the act of undressing when the mood does strike is far sexier than simply being nude.
There’s a certain male self- indulgence involved, too. They don’t think about the comfort of the person next to them – or that they might need to jump up at a moment’s notice to help a child who is having a nightmare. It’s the sleep equivalent of manspreading on the Tube.
When we first started dating, my husband was a nude sleeper and I didn’t immediately voice my disapproval. We were at that stage in our relationship where I was pretending to be a low-maintenance, cool girl. But over time, with increasing hints – like buying him sleepwear every birthday, Christmas and Valentine’s Day – he changed his ways.
I know what you may be thinking, does this woman even like her husband if she’s this perturbed by his bare bod.
But the point is, I love the sight of him naked so much that I want to protect it. When you live with someone long enough, you get used to each other’s bodies to the point of indifference.
Zunächst: Es ist ihr gutes Recht dafür zu sein, dass man angezogen schläft. Das ist per se keine irrationale Position.
Aber woher nimmt sie das Recht über ihren Mann so zu schreiben? Ihn nackt als schlimmer zu finden als eine tote Ratte, die ihr ihre Katze ins Bett gelegt hat? So über seinen „haarigen Hintern“ zu reden?
Gibt es auch nur einen Artikel der an so etwas rankommt von einem Mann über seine Frau?
„Ich sehe lieber eine tote Ratte als sie nackt im Bett. Wenn ich meine Augen aufmache möchte ich nicht als erstes ihren mit cellutiösen Hintern sehen“
Er würde sofort gelyncht werden, wenn er es überhaupt schafft den Artikel zu veröffentlichen.
Und ich vermute auch: Ein Mann wüsste, dass er das so nicht schreiben darf. Dass es ihn selbst nicht in ein gutes Licht stellt.
Ich finde es immer wieder erstaunlich wie abwertend viele weiblichen Journalisten über Partner oder anderweitige Männer aus ihrem Umfeld schreiben.
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