Wings Over the Pyre - April 17th, 2006

09:50 am - What is wrong with men?

Mistress Vella asks the classic question:

So I ask again....what is wrong with men?

... only with greater detail.

I think that's obvious.

Women are what's wrong with men.

If we do more than grunt during a conversation, it gets disassembled and analyzed until whatever intention or meaning is subsumed into whatever you wanted to hear instead of what we meant, to the point we might as well have grunted in the first place. Guys skip having steady jobs because we've observed those without have greater success with women. We play video games until the wee hours of the morning because that's the last avenue of accomplishment that women have left for us which has any degree of visceral gratification, outside of porn, which is rapidly going the way of the dodo in any quality, too. Guys let you do most of the work in the bedroom because you've ground into our heads that "No means no" and everything male-initiated and male-desired is bad, in every commercial, in every sitcom, and in every single second of air-time on Lifetime.

You're reading the same magazines that go out of their way to demasculinize men into metrosexual girl-forms. Oh, yes, and who then turn around and ask the leading question, "Where'd all the cowboys go?"

You killed them off, you whores to fashion, you raging self-absorbed cunts too obsessed with your needs to wonder what men might want or care. You strangled them in their cribs with Teletubbies and telling them "guns are bad." You garotted them from behind with every iteration of "Does this make me look fat?"

In the end, there's nothing wrong that can't be fixed by asking, "What have we made men into?" And then going to find the few rugged individualists left, and breeding with them aggressively.

Current Mood: grumpy