I hate that so many men are cavalier about cheating. I don`t know if women are open and casual about cheating on people when they’re with other women. Are they? But way too many men have no compunction about doing it or telling other men about it.
Men and women are both unfaithful sometimes and I disapprove of that, but I’ve never met a woman who was as unburdened by it as men often are. Cheating, if you’re going to do it, should be like insurance fraud or child abuse. You ought to be incredibly uncomfortable with yourself and do everything you can to keep people from finding out what a miserable person you are.
Ask my friend Drew to tell you the ex-who-broke-up-with-his-wife-for-him-went-ex-gay-then-ended-up-on-myfirsthugecock-dot-com story sometime, and then see what you think about how easy it is with two men… :eek:
Women who wear open shoes that are obviously 2 sizes too small as their toes and/or heels are past the end of the sole: do you think it makes your feet look smaller to wear a shoe that is smaller than your foot? Don’t you realize it makes your foot look larger by comparison?
I went to see the flat. I liked it. The rooms were painted in bright colors; your man (the owner’s son) remarked on it and I said I liked them; he said “oh, ok, no need to paint it completely then, just a touch up”; I agreed and even pointed out that if there were any nails left on the wall I’d just reuse them.
After signing the contract, I walk into the flat to see that it has all been painted in the kind of pastels my very-girlie Mom and SiL love: I don’t. I’m about as girlie as Arthas’ crotch armor. I do not like girlie things. I do like bright colors. I do mean what I say and do my best to say what I mean (I’ll admit I have been guilty of being too indirect, generally a short time after being rebuffed for being too direct). There isn’t a nail hole in sight. So if I make any, I have to repaint the place when I leave. And all this is apparently because YOU pointed out to your man that I could not mean what I said… as you said to me when you two came over to check the water heater that wasn’t working (not that right now it’s needed, with highs over 36C): “who would like those horrible bright colors?” Well, apparently the previous renters and me, bitch! Which makes three to your one!
And stop telling me I’m huge and asking “if I’m going to make it to August”. It’d be nice if you didn’t imply that my kid’s going to be premature because my belly is bigger than YOU think it should be. My doctor thinks it’s perfect, btw.
And don’t ask me if I’m tired if you just want me to say yes so you can tell me how much worse it’s going to get. You don’t really want to know how I’m doing, you just want to complain about YOUR life.
ETA: And women at work - learn to pee IN the toilet, rather than on it. It’s not that hard, and the ass-gasket dispensers are always full if you don’t want to actually sit on the toilet.
Ah, yes, the hoverers. If your ass is too precious to touch a public toilet seat, how do you think the rest of us feel sitting on your old, cold pee? Thanks to these clueless, entitled princesses, I have learned to examine and wipe every toilet seat before sitting on it.
This is a pet peeve of mine. Where do they get this “we” shit? I feel like responding, “Okay, two-a-days start in three weeks. I assume your ass will be out there on the practice field, right?”.
Men, after you finish using a public urinal or toilet, FLUSH IT. No one wants to be pissing into a pool of someone else’s leftovers. Seriously, you will not contract ebola/HIV/gay from touching that metal handle that carries away your precious bodily fluids into the netherworld.
Women have, from the dawn of time, been labeled as petty, manipulative, juvenile, whiny, immature, etc by sexist asshats, which is exactly, pretty much, how Geek Mecha admits she perceives them.
To summarize her position:
'‘Women are mostly like this: plethora of ancient, tired female stereotypes.
‘I hate being stereotyped by my gender!’’
We’re having a little cognitive dissonance here, in the very least.
I used to play the ‘‘most women suck’’ game, a recent thread on the Straight Dope changed my mind, and I don’t anymore.
My wife scolds me about this (even though I am the one to always clean the toilet and floor in front of it).
But I try. I really do. But there’s this thing called “capillary action” that causes the urine stream, when it’s almost gone and has diminished in volume and force, to start dribbling backwards onto the underside of a fella’s tool, and drip onto the toilet edge/seat, and run down the front.
Being only averagely endowed, I suppose that if I had an enormous porn penis, this probably wouldn’t be a problem.
But when I dribble nowadays, I ALWAYS clean up immediately.
EVERY relationship I’ve had has included an argument about this topic. I WANT my partner to be honest about how I look, especially if it’s something I can change. If I’ve done something that looks unflattering, I want to know before I walk out the door looking like crap! But no, they all insist I’ll just get mad (no matter what their response is) and play some stupid game because that’s what all of their previous girlfriends have done. I look at it like a friend not telling you you’ve been walking around with your fly undone or a booger hanging out of your nose.
Actually, if that is a urinal, and it’s going to be used a lot, flushing is a huge waste water. It only be needs to be flushed every so many uses. I don’t mind pissing into some one else’s urine, why should I?
Hey, are all five of us in for poker this Friday? If less than four, can we find another night? Cause we just don’t have enough snacks if only three of us show.
Women - stop trying to make me wear pink! I hate pink, I loathe pink, stop trying to make me wear it. ESPECIALLY stop trying to force Susan G. Komen Krap down my throat. I’m sure it’s a fine organization, but my favored charities are for other causes. I don’t need to justify that. I am not obligated to give to Komen merely because I am female. No, I am not going to list them for you. I was raised that if you’re giving to charity you do it to do good, not to wear a badge on your arm and parade around saying how wonderful you are. Even if I gave to Komen I wouldn’t wear or use any of their bits because… we’ve been over this before… I HATE PINK!.
And don’t tell me I’d look good in pink or that it’s somehow my color. I don’t care. I don’t like it and I won’t wear it. Don’t paint my walls that color, don’t give me kitchen utensils that color, just don’t pink me. I almost went into a tirade once when I went to a gunshop and the first thing the guy behind the counter did was reach for the pistol with the pink handgrip… but he caught my expression and went for the more conventionally colored ones to show me.
Really, I don’t want to live in the color-coded women’s ghetto. Don’t pink me. Aside from loathing pink, I am not a pastel person. I wear RED, not pink!
