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Men.....oog Okay there is a disclaimer to this entry. This shall include sensitive material, so sensitive in fact in the truths it reveals that I am certain there will be some penalty along the way. But I feel this to be my duty to proclaim as it is so painfully obvisious and so blantantly ignored most the time. I decided after last night to give voice to it. Hell with those it offends, for surely they are most likely the ones that are being targeted here. Last night Steve stayed over, ofcourse we fought. Thats what we do best. In fact when we don't argue I am left feeling some strange pang like something is forgotten and left undone. The fight ofcourse was about our favorite subject, our children and the discipline or raising thereof. He makes me fucking crazy. I do not need a shrink to tell me that he brings out hostility and sarcasism in me. Ofcourse most of my most wittiest and sarcastic moments are wasted on the likes of him, who generally fails to notice them or pay them any creed. Hmpf. Let me back track farther. Men are either the smartest fuckers in the world or the dumbest. But either way they are the most sly. See a drop of estrogen and a vagina puts you at a complete disadvantage. If a woman tells a child to stop , she has a percentage rating of how many times she will have to tell said child to refrain from whatever activity before any results are yeilded. A man however just has to raise his voice and children that aren't even from his loins will stop doing whatever it is. Fair? I think not. Children worship their Fathers. Girls will spend a lifetime in therapy if their daddy didn't pay them enough attention. Sons will try to emulate their fathers. Mothers are just around to take the blame when shit goes wrong. To make certain everyones whites are white and darks have not faded. Lets examine this just a little bit closer shall we? In most homes that a grown male lives in, in the living room will be that special chair. You know the big leather recliner one. That costs too much and is every bit as comfortable as a bed. Whose chair is this most the time? Right, the man's. And the remote control, we are led to believe that this simple piece of technology is so advanced that only the adult male mind is capable of using it on a regular basis. If we let them , I suspect they would try to tell us that there are things like an engine and chasi (sp) in this small box. Some how though in this room they have become an all out ruler, this is their kingdom and heaven help any who think or act otherwise. Yet step out of the living room to say the bathroom. Men bitch , groan and moan about the universal toilet seat law. Put the fucking lid down please and while you are at it , would it be tooooooooo much trouble to ask you to flush your own waste? Yea every woman in the world, regardless of race, creed or nationality knows how disgusting it is at 3 am to use the bathroom, still half asleep , only to sit down and fall into the cold ceramic bowl of HIS waste. So now we have established that men can operate sensitive equipment like the all reverved remote control but not something simple as the toilet. Further into the home, most would notice the kitchen. Usually women, have control of this room cept when it comes to guarding the supplies that men and children decide to forage. If we want a man to cook, we know not think, KNOW it will entail flames and charcoal. Even if it is via the use of the stove , we know thats all that will be left in the end. Now the bedroom, we all know that the only men that actually make the bed and pick their discarded clothes up from the floor are the ones in the military, and even they must be under the eventual doom of a court marshall to remember to do so. How smart and sly is this? Men seem to get out of every part of household chores, manners and still retain some majestic authority that causes the minds of children to bow instantly to their wishes. Hmpf. I am not going to even go to the issues of the workplace, where men make so much more money then women in the same positions with the same education. I am not going to address the sexual harrassment that is blatant such as if a woman is cranky due to the lack of funds in her paycheck, a remark by a male would normally entail "shes gotta be on the rag" or " she must be one of those stupid feminists" yet if a woman were to say something like "Damn he must not be able to get old mr long and fun up" or 'He needs a prostate exam, I just had my nails done or I would offer him one" we are the cynical bitches from hell. Hunters and gatherers my ass. Send your man to the store. I bet he goes to a convience store and not the grocery store. There seems to be too many other hunters at the grocery store, most of which are female. Face it , they rule the world. They are the only species that has figured out how to get the most done with the least amount of effort, have complete control over things such as entertainment and they get paid much more without having to wear pantyhose, shave their legs, underarms, wear bra's that lift and separate what nature never deemed to bulge. They walk around with no concern at all for the height of their cheekbones and never once consider how their lips shine. But we women, we have chemists and scienctists working around the clock on the perfect lipstick. Why? So we can please men when they look at our lips. We spends millions of dollars each year on saving our skin from wrinkles, getting implants to firm our breasts, using perfumes that turn us into sweet smelling morsels all for the benefit of men. In the meantime, it is our job to feed the children, clean the house and keep some sort of order going on when the precious remote is lifted and used. WTF? Why can't I tell my children "Go to bed" and them understand what I mean is get in bed and go to sleep NOW? Why is it Steve just has to look at them and growl "Bed" and they understand. Do men speak a separate language that only children and other men understand? Okay in all fairness to men , there are some that do help out around the house, dont mind going to a real store, can actually cook, will clean out the tub after they shower, share the remote, will care if a recliner actually goes with the room decor, never forgets to flush or put the seat down, knows how to aim, and takes time to purchase products that will enhance their own attractiveness too. The only problem is when they come out of the closet they pretty much join our team and we just share the spare estrogen we ooze so freely. |