Sorry ladies, for reigning in on your parade, but can you stop reigning in on my parade please.
I may not be able to pay for the meal (which aint easy to cop to), but I still want to pull the chair out for you. I want to open the door for you and do the driving too. I think it should be my mouth that gets us to the movies, or puts us on the dance floor together; I just have to remember where my balls are first.
You ladies criticised the power we held over you and fair enough too, but in finding your voice you forgot what it was you were speaking up for, and you've put a whole bunch of the negative shit on your own curriculum vitae. Is that what you really wanted?
Just cos you can, doesn't mean you should. What's the male equivalent of a cougar? I can't identify a label but the descriptor's sound like 'sick' and 'shallow'. It's a shame because you jeapordise the best part of what makes you. Your objectivity. Your lack of bias. Your empathy. You've always been the better person. That's why you win all the arguments. Don't let the power besmirch your legacy.
Of course this is all so much generalisation, but I'm a man. And that's how we roll.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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