This study suggests men are necessary. Yay!
Researcher Elizabeth B. Goodwin notes, “Sometimes we wonder why men are around, and maybe this explains it.”
Of course we’re needed!
We’re needed for map reading, barbeques, putting up shelves, fixing cars, parallel parking… 
I’m good at reading maps, doing barbecue and putting up shelves. Cars and parallel parking, though, you can have. I like to have a guy around to lift heavy things, though. We won’t talk about other uses for men. 
If there were no men, some women would have to be the buffoons. Frankly, ladies, some of you can’t handle the role. It requires a certain brash panache that doesn’t come with the ovarian model.
::Nott struts away with unearned air of confidence, turns an ankle on a painted line::
And someone has to keep the delicate balance of our atmosphere in order with frequent emissions of bodily gases. Who’s gonna do that without guys around? Abundant carbon dioxide ain’t exactly good for the soul, ya know.
And if’n it wern’t for us, what’d be on the tube Fall Sunday afternoons?
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Holy shit, where you been?
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Tripler
In slack-jawed amazement.
I can do all of that, some of it better than most guys I know.
I have parallel parked a bobtail truck. I can rebuild a carburetor.
As mentioned, I need a Lifter of Heavy Things.
And a Scary Critter Remover. Did I ever tell y’all about the armadillo in the bathtub??
Hey, c’mon now, men do all sorts of things! I, for instance, am the irritation that distracts women from bigger and better problems!
Frank (can I call you Frank?), honey, most women have all the distraction they can handle…not to mention irritation.
Ya know, they keep telling me that 
map reading: check
barbeques: check
putting up shelves: check
fixing cars: check
parallel parking: check (I actually look for places to parallel park)
Believe it was Tim Allen who said.
“They only keep us around for Lawn care, and Vehicle maintenance.”
What about taking the lids off jars?
Lids off jars?
They make these neat round rubber things for that. Without mine I never would’ve made it thru my single years.
My daughter knows, when I say, “Get me that guy in the drawer” that the rubber jar-lid gripper thingie is exactly what I mean.
But I like my WryGuy, even if I am better at most “guy-things” than he is.
I think we’re fairly even in “guy things/girl things”…but in our little duo, I’m the one who gets called to action when safety and sanity are threatened by such things as bees and spiders…
Guys are no longer needed, nohow. Not even for removing stuck lids. Here’s why.
Wait! Aren’t guys needed for…uh…wait, I almost had one…uh…shoot, it was right there…
Oh, I know! Who’s gonna hog the remote with no guys around?
I need a guy around to put sunscreen on my back in a neat fashion.
The Do-it-yerself bend my arm like gumby fashion has produced some interesting burn lines on me in the past.
Oh, and from the spare change that Mr. Ujest marks his territory with upon arriving home ( usually moments before his pants(trousers to you, brits.) magically fly off so as he can be in his natural state of underwear-ness) pays for vacations.