![]() Makahiki-like games during a particular season.World games to develop cultural awareness and curiosity.Equipment games and circus arts to foster skills with hoops, sticks, balls, etc.Rhythmic activities like jump rope to help the child with attention focus and presence (in the physical body and mind).Spacial Dynamics training is greatly appreciated but not required.Ĭandidates are expected to bring a love for movement and knowledge of: It is a part-time position, with approximately 6 hours of actual teaching time. We are looking for a Movement Education Teacher. The school may provide support if relocation to Hawaii is needed for successful candidates. We raise and instruct the bulk of the people of this earth and teach them most of the rules of propriety and attitudes towards women, as well as their attitudes towards themselves and their masculinity.To apply, please visit our website: and email us an application along with any additional documents you may have: a resume, references, transcripts, a letter of interest, and such. If, as some say, chivalry is “dead”, then we women must bear a large part of that guilt. Are you averse to acts of kindness and unselfishness? I say, bring ‘em on. Doesn’t that sound strange? It does to me. Some say the difference is that a celebrity pays the person to open doors for them so that’s acceptable, while such things done as an act of service become offensive. Are you against a man building character by performing unselfish acts? Does anyone think it’s an insult for a celebrity, head of state, or a company head to have a chauffeur open doors for them, carry their luggage, or offer other courtesies? Such service is universally seen as an act of respect or deference, not an insult. You could argue “I can do it/take care of it myself” and be absolutely right, but service builds character and shows respect. And yet, these can also be considered chivalrous acts when a man does them consciously for the vulnerable in society. Opening doors, sharing an umbrella or giving up your seat can be done by almost anyone. Of course, some chivalrous tasks aren’t technically difficult for even the weakest of us. And they love helping in this way, especially when I show appreciation and gratitude for their masculinity when they complete such tasks. I can lift 50lbs if I really have to, but it takes a lot more out of me than it does my husband or sons. Hey, I’m no wilting lily (Bob and I go to the gym regularly). Perhaps some women have misunderstood the meaning of the word “chivalry” and how it was intended, from its foundation in the middle ages, to improve men, and to aid the physically vulnerable. I can’t imagine why any women would not want men to be chivalrous, especially when men were built for it, and it’s not nearly the burden to them that it would be for us. Still, I’ve heard a lot of women say they believe chivalry, or the idea of the physically stronger of our species (men) unselfishly looking after the more vulnerable of the species (us, children, the elderly, etc), is a thing of the past. I’m sure you’ve experienced chivalrous males holding doors open for you, at least, or witnessed them on the news lifting heavy sandbags to build flood-proof walls in drenched cities. Hopefully most (or all) of you have been recipients of many similar acts of service. As for the grocery debacle, a nice guy from my apartment building came and helped me home with those heavy bags as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I thanked them profusely, but they waved it off like it was nothing, disappearing almost as quickly as they’d appeared. In the case of that cement ridge, two big burly men in a truck came and lifted up the back of my car (with their hands!) while I sat in the driver’s seat with my foot on the gas pedal, slowly driving forward. I didn’t ask them for help, and they didn’t seem to want thanks they were simply there, helping out a stranger because they had an ability, a strength, that I didn’t. And then I remember how, so many times, nearby men came to my aid. I think of times in college when I made the mistake of shopping for groceries while hungry (NEVER shop when you’re famished!) and then struggled carrying the heavy bags home from the market on foot, or the time I ran my car over a cement ridge once in a shopping center and couldn’t get back over it. Think back to a time in your life when you were in trouble and literally didn’t have the physical strength to get yourself out of it. ![]()
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