Masculine Anxiety Around Women: Fear of Being a Non-Necessity

One of the big fears men have about, around women, STRICTLY biologically-Darwinisticaly speaking, is that they are not really needed, other than their little swimmers. (Hell that doesnt' even take an erection. Thus, men cannot even be reduced to their phalluses.) Beyond providing fertile sperm, men fear--on a pure reptilian brain level--that women could make do just fine without them. True, in the past, we men were needed to bonk those unruly Mastadons and Sabre-Toothed tigers in the noggin and save the clan, but these days, there are no such dangers.

So, then, as a big bad macho Hombre, what is my purpose? Giving orgasms? Providing a paycheck? Women are fully capable or finding, providing for themselves on this level. Companionship? Foot massage giver? Joke or story teller?

Internal dialog from a bruiser-lug nut:
"Reckon I oughta subjugate and dominate and strike a little fear in her heart, to keep myself around. Create a dependency where there really isn't one."