It was really important for me to understand that I needed to provide for myself, and I needed to become a provider for my own family, too.
There's this double standard that exists and it really frustrates me. If a woman chooses to work, people say, "Oh it's so sad that you're not at home with your children." But no one ever says that to a man because it's assumed that the man is going to be the provider.
I know all I really wanna do is get money and take care of my family.
There's no point dating a guy who can't support a family.
You pay your bills and you take care of your family, or you're not a man.
If you look at men's roles for the last thousand years, the desire is fundamental. We want to take care of, provide for, and be of service to... women.
Daddy's working boots have taken many steps for us.
I have three children to take care; I have a wife. My job is to take care of them, and I can say it's a pretty cool job to have.
I pay the bills, I pay for everything.
I'm a patriarch now. I've got to go get the bread.
I've always played that role in my family: the breadwinner.
It is not always possible or even right for a man to make his wife number one in his life. This is due to the nature of his life. His number one responsibility is to provide the living.
But remember what drives a man; real men do what they have to do to make sure their people are taken care of, clothed, housed, and reasonably sastisfied, and if they're doing anything less than that, they're not men.
The male corporate model is built on a man's greater willingness to be a slave of sorts - especially once he has to provide for children.
I got a family to take care of and kids to feed. That's my motivation, this is my job.
I have never had a man give me money. I've always been the provider. I have always been the one who went out and earned, and I've never felt unequal in that way.
As a father and a provider, no stone goes unturned.
I had a very hard-working father and a very hard-working mother. My dad was someone that would get up at 5 in the morning and work 'til 4 in the afternoon and then had a hobby he made money with. After he'd get home, he'd have a meal and have a drink and then flow right into that, trying to provide.
I do forget sometimes how much it means for certain men—for certain people—to be able to provide their loved ones with material comforts and protection at all times. I forget how dangerously reduced some men can feel when that basic ability has been stripped from them. I forget how much that matters to men, what it represents.
I work to take care of my family, not the other way around.
