I have a problem with a woman. A particular one. And getting worse.

Ever since I had started my medical practice almost thirty years ago she has been faithfully coming every day, rain or shine, to share her multiple woes with me. She sits down on the opposite side of my desk, looks me straight in the eye and starts with these words: “I am emotionally frustrated.” Her name. Emma Bovary.

Ever since I read “Madame Bovary” as a teen student in the “Alliance Francaise” of Montevideo, I have been mesmerized by the story of a beautiful and ardent wife of a country medical practitioner that could not find any solace in her grey existence. At the time I could not fathom how she could be so restless and ungrateful to the consideration and attention of her loving husband, to the point of being unfaithful. However, the ensuing studies and practice as a medical doctor gave me the necessary insight to understand, if still not agree with, the cause of her resilient, profound angst. More and more I could see the big and small, yet none the less painful, humiliations and scorn any woman must endure with unequal stoicism during her entire life. A common misconception is that women speak more than men. They do not. They are only more careful in what they say as our words can hurt the loved ones around us. I had left my copy of the novel in a box full of books in my mother’s living room; somehow, she sprung out of it to pursue me all the way from Buceo to Miami Beach.

Even in our hyper-connected age, she still cannot get her message through. On the contrary the plethora of social media connections has somehow increased her confusion as her recipients seem more tone-deaf than ever to her deepest concerns.  As the tragic trifecta of memory, love and the passage of time relentlessly gnaws at her soul, she has been nagging me to sit down and transcribe what she has told me. The Spanish language differentiates between the role of “escritor”—someone that is inspired by an elevated artistic mission—and the mundane one of “escribidor”—a clandestine agent that struggles with words and tends to sink in dark undercurrents. I am her escribidor—squabbling with thrifty muses and fighting with mean demons.

A strange phenomenon has occurred to me almost imperceptibly but firmly: the causes of her “emotional frustration” have started to percolate into my mind. Moreover, the daily exercise of listening attentively has developed in my manly brain one of the greatest wonders that women are endowed with: mirror neurons. Slowly I have learned to read almost any rictus of her face without any exchange of words. I can even discern how her mood is by just looking at the way she steps in. Prodded by the cultural and socio-economic constraints of a still patriarchal society, they have been more focused on “association” rather then “action” like we men had. In order to find out quickly and prudently what their children and other members of their clan needed, women have developed this gift ever since our times in the caves. But men can start to close the gap by doing what they beg us to do: listen to them.

Sigmund Freud was perhaps the first man ever that really listened to women. In his Vienna medical cabinet, Freud sat down next to a lady that would start to “freely associate” to open her mind and heart to the scrutiny of a researcher. Thus he had the courage to study what his master Charcot had dismissively considered as “la chose genitale” when they were examining hysterical patients in La Salpetriere. The extraordinarily rich emotional armamentarium of a woman exposes her to multiple instances of frustration when her goals, or those of people she cares about, are not reached for sexual, familiar, financial, professional and even social reasons. After his workday, Freud had the temerity to go back home to listen to this wife and, if some unconfirmed reports are true, his sister-in-law too— his secret lover. Brave. Dangerously so.

I have noticed the rising importance of female bonding in Emma’s life. Women—historically oppressed by patriarchal institutions and biologically burdened by the travails of the family—usually find the needed emotional support and social connectedness within their circle of friends, both male and female. Moreover, as women live more of their adult lives without a steady partner or a traditional family, they share more purposes and experiences with their loyal friends.

Based on his clinical experience, Antón Chekov wrote about the paradoxical facets of our behaviour.  Human beings are biologically hardwired for contradiction—the essence of all the creative processes—because we all have two brains and two minds. The Left “propositional” Hemisphere is logical and analytical while the Right “appositional” hemisphere is perceptual and synthetic. As a result, all the sensory input to the Right Hemisphere (originating in the body’s left side) is stored without any hard analysis or judgement. Contradictions coexist in a certain harmony there. Women have more neural connections, through the Corpus Callosum, between the Right and Left hemispheres, thus better integrating the “emotional aspect” in deeds.

In a few days we will celebrate the second anniversary of our medical and literary web page at https://drmolaplume.com ,which has been a resounding success; we have grouped our writings in series, one of which was “Emotional frustration.” It constituted the necessary scaffolding to slowly start constructing this sailing boat, besides gauging the reaction of our readers and pleading for their propitious hawa. I would like to especially thank my two children for their unfaltering support all these years besides helping me in concrete ways. Noel Marie designed the beautiful cover and Gian Luca helped me edit the text; both have commented many articles. As Life is a perpetual journey along the treacherous channels to Wisdom that our ancestors had navigated before us, I would like to thank my grandparents and parents for their genetic endowment of indefatigable discoverers and a sure moral compass. Dear readers, trying to discern what the major causes of emotional frustration in our modern women are might seem like an impossible task, especially for us men. However, I do believe that I can retrace my steps to the early, hardy days of the start of my medical studies where I had to sit down face to face with a woman—sometimes with the company of other female students—in the clinical ward of the university hospital of the Facultad de Medicina of the Universidad de La Plata. It was right there that I started to hone my intuition skills to try “to understand women.” From that point it has been a continuous learning process with its ups and downs.

This essay is meant not only for emotionally frustrated-women but men too. Whether we like it or not, we are now living in a totally on-demand environment. The time lapse between awareness, desire and reward has been reduced to an instant. If the streaming platforms release all the episodes of a series in a single day, we must realize that entertainment has taken a new dimension, especially for women. If you take a lady for a romantic dinner (including someone that you have known forever like your own wife) you should expect her to scrutinize closely you for any faux-pas and yearn for the right moves, both verbal and physical. Binge-watching-reacting. You must be able to “sell her” your brand every time both interact romantically. Reality takes a backseat to the magic of entertainment. It’s what she sees in you. To succeed in this mellifluous Houdini-type magic, you must combine the storytelling prowess of brand marketers with the action-driven stunts of performance marketers.

Someone trying “to market their brand”—please don’t get me the silly, cheap litany that we shouldn’t objectify human beings when we all know that in modern society that is precisely how we are considered for practical reasons—has to leverage this new social reality to their advantage by taking recourse to many best practices advocated by some psychologists, social researchers, philosophers, writers, survey specialists and even a few “dirty tricks” by enthusiastic lovers of ladies—but not from moi as I turned into a Monk of Medicine that has lost much of his memory.    In order to stimulate men to make a little effort in the learning process—and bring some much-needed relief to the devoted women in their lives—I will take the liberty to include a sub-section labelled “A nugget of wisdom” to clarify some points. Do not despair.Ignorant men can learn. Frustrated women can get relief.

As Mario Benedetti—a Uruguayan writer that discussed the “little details of life”–said:

“The Impossible. It just takes a little bit more effort.”

 

 

8 thoughts on ““Emotional frustration-the hushed plague” Preface

  1. Good afternoon and thank you. There is something about your writing that grabs me each time. I want to comment because I have something to say. Alone, I don’t think you could ever be.

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    1. Thank you Jamie. I use my well-honed bewitching powers to entice women to keep reading. Some ladies have put a monicker on me: PPP. In order to find out what it is you might have to read the last chapter of my novel “Madame D.C.”
      A big kiss. Ciao!

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  2. I can’t leave you alone even if I tried (though you can get mad at me at times, as well as make me mad).

    God morning, dear. To ensure it stays good and you enjoy your mate amargo, I have to leave a comment asap.

    Your post does answer my questions, thank you. Now, make sure you include the comment box in the Preface section too, and for the time being I’ll leave mine here.

    As for your reference to our beloved Flaubert again, I have to share a thought of a Guardian “critic” who saw Madame Bovary as a bourgeois narcissist in 19th-century France who was destroyed by her daydreams. Go figure. Interestingly, she mentions her background, along with the fact that she worked as an au pair in the French provinces in the 1950s, and read the book in French. She further describes the book as the least romantic one ever and the only conclusion I could make was that the poor thing was afraid of getting stuck in provincial life and being trapped in a house and kitchen. As opposed to Anna Karenina whom she sees as tragic, Emma Bovary is small-minded, confused and selfish, only to add in the end she’s kind of tragic too.

    There’s indeed a thin line separating tragedy and comedy in life. As a smart man said once, many people have ambition, but not everybody has abilities.

    What do you think dottore? I hope you’ll never leave me alone. Friends?

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    1. Good morning my dearest Bo and thanks for this excellent commentary. I am glad that my writings have struck a sentimental chord in the marvelous orchestra of your inner emotions. As you well say, Emma might be a selfish, and even foolish, petit bourgeois but she was daringly rebelling against the suffocating, provincial environment where her naive husband had dumped her. She used the only weapons she had at her disposal: her body and her wits. Bravo!
      Please continue to read and comment my work as they are inspired by sweet and fair muses like you, firmly holding my hand in this convoluted journey.
      Maintenant il faut claquer la bise. Muichhh!!! A bientot!

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      1. Hello, my dear.

        I’m always busy on Thursdays working so it’s only now that I started reading posts and comments.

        Yes, our beloved Emma did what she had to do, staying loyal to herself, and we love her for it.
        Let the haters hate and judge. Speaking of which, I can be pretty masochistic at times, reading the kind of rubbish I mentioned. What a wonderful display of denseness and slow-wittedness that was. But then again, the inability to grasp the meaning (abstract thoughts in particular) and read between the lines is so common today, given the superficiality and ignorance we live in.
        Que pensez-vous, mon cher?

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      2. Good morning dear Bo and thanks for your nice commentary. I couldn’t agree more with you. Our frivolous and fleeting concerns in this modern society preclude the use of our minds for even minimal abstract thinking. Parbleu!

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