Why do you assume your SO represents all of male-dom? I’ve never slept that way. Also, morning wood does not result from external stimuli.
I don’t have a wallet, cigarettes, lighter, or gum. Maybe other men’s pockets are fuller than mine? Also, I always carry a backpack. (I’m an academic) Can’t go anywhere without a book, after all.
I can multitask. I made soup and 2 kinds of cupcakes at the same time as watching a movie the other day. Maybe your husband can’t, but I see no reason to assume this is a gender thing.
I don’t think I’m thinking about sex per se very often. However, I am checking out most women I see.
Because you only date assholes? (For the record, I didn’t know for a while what ‘the wet spot’ was supposed to refer to. This is because the wet spot between me and the woman I lost my virginity to was mostly her secretions. I also didn’t understand the whole ‘who sleeps in it’ meme, since we both slept in it.)
If I have phlegm, it’s coming out. I almost never spit mere saliva. However, I never spit onto the sidewalk. Always the street or the grass. Once on the subway platform, some Swiss (she made a point of this) woman gave me shit about spitting onto the tracks. WTF? No one’s going to step near it. After asking her what I was supposed to do, she suggested I carry around a handkerchief or tissue to put the phlegm in. And I was the disgusting one?
Because you only date assholes?
Taking out the garbage is a bit funny, though. I had a roommate who had a different definition of ‘full’ than I did. He always ended up taking out the garbage. I would have, but it was never full!
I find it oogey. But it’s oogey the same way surgery and compound fractures are oogey. So I don’t think this is a gender thing for me, but being grossed out by inside parts becoming outside parts.
No, that’s a completely fucked-up attitude.
My wife sometimes has a really hard time multitasking. I’ve tested it. The whole “hey, space aliens are landing” bit. She’s not putting me on.
i know you asked for women’s views, but: If Dan Savage is any measure, gay men are pretty repulsed by cunnilingus.
Women: do you dress to be observed by your desired sex, or do you dress to be observed by other women (if those two are different), or do you dress to please yourself socially, or do you dress mainly for non-social function (keep warm, keep dry, support the body, etc)?
I just don’t understand this. Even moreso, why anyone would make an inference about their significant other and apply it to an entire sex. Am I the only person who works in a mixed-sex environment where adding value as an employee is incompatible with single-mindedness? Or is drawing conclusions from both a significant other’s behavior at home and from men in the workplace too close to multitasking for women?
In my experience, it’s true that gay men don’t really like vagina.
Blame it on two major things: The advent of high-cut bathing suits and underwear (which began in the 80s) and the fact that the women in all the nudie magazines and pornos are hair-free. A lot of younger people, male and female, tend to expect and think of as normal. Most of the men I’ve been with in the last 20 years have either expressed their wish that I be groomed thus and/or are groomed thus themselves. I recently had occasion to participate in a similar topic of conversation with a number of young ladies who were under the age of 25, and most of them thought that pubic hair was as unattractive and “icky” as leg hair or underarm hair.
Allow me to clarify. Even the most macho, unenlightened segment of the male population revel in cunnilingus: bikers earning their redwings, Marines looking forward to chowing down on some along with their buddies in Tiujana, etc.
But, after the relationship is past 90 days? Out of consideration of her needs? Nope. For a lot of guys, pussy-eating means pussy-whipped after a certain point.
I was watching a comedy festival a while ago, and a male comedian said something that got me wondering.
I can see how annoying that question would be. But is it true that it’s possible for you to be thinking nothing? Obviously the comic was exaggerating, but can your mind ever actually be blank? I’m a girl, and mine can’t. I’m thinking all the time. I once managed to turn off my thoughts for about one second after about twenty minutes of trying (I was bored), and I’ve never managed to repeat it.
You’re preaching to the choir here, buddy. (read the first part of the post you quoted, for example) I was offering my wife as a counterexample to the bizarre assumption in this thread that men can’t multitask while women can.
Weird. Why would performing a sexual act that I enjoy make me pussy-whipped?
Ok, whatever, people are stupid. But: How could performing oral sex on a woman possibly be considered gay behavior for men? How could being pussy-whipped be considered an indicator for homosexuality? Don’t both of these things mean the man likes pussy, i.e., is heterosexual?
I don’t know of you’re including yourself in those guys, but it’s not true for me or any of my friends when the topic has come up (and since it’s come up in male-only company, there was no need for any of us to lie.)
I know I love doing it, and I got upset from the two girls I dated who were “icked out” by it.
And since one of those girls was also quite puzzled by my "lack of thinking, I’ll go ahead and say yes…it’s possible not to be thinking anything. I mean, I’m watching TV, why would I be thinking about something and divert my attention!
But in more seriousness it’s less of the fact that I don’t think, or think about nothing, but the fact I just don’t sit there and mull over the great philosophical questions of our time. If I think about something, it’s probably minor and not worth saying that I was thinking about it, so I say “nothing.”
And since we’re on the topic on “nothing,” I’m reminded of a quote from a great man, a one Homer J. Simpson,
I’ve known far too many women who will get upset (presumable with me,) and when I ask what’s wrong, will just pout and say “nothing.” Clearly, you seem to expect us to intuitively know right away what IS wrong, and what we did, but we don’t, ok? Just fucking tell us!
This is a not too uncommon view amongst the extremely backwards, women should know their place sort. To this day one of the craziest things I’ve ever heard in casual conversation is “You went downtown? Dude, you a fag or something?” The person who said this was a walking talking stereotype straight out of central casting.
Men are supposed to take pleasure from submissive women. A submissive man giving pleasure to a woman? You may as well just suck a cock. Even caring if she has a good time means you may burst into a song and dance routine at any moment.
It’s not just the supermarket where this happens, it’s every fucking shop they go in.
It doesn’t matter if they’re buying a box of matches or a 3 piece suite you can guarantee that they’ll wait until they’re told how much before delving into the purse for cash/cards.
Me? I approach the check-out, swipe my loyalty card and have cash or card in hand, no farting about with my wallet while people behind me silently curse
Hm, its usually more her bodily fluids than mine! Oh, and i can multitask like no ones business, …brush teeth an wash hair, video games an conversations, ect…
I’ll tell you when I’m good and ready, usually when it’s less likely I’m still aggravated and could turn it into a fight.
One other reason is that some men play dumb and know exactly why we’re annoyed, but want to make sure they don’t offer a reason which might not be the reason I’m annoyed now.
Questions for men: How likely are you to date a woman with children? What are the dealbreakers, (how many, ages, etc.)?
Is it really that feminine to sit when you pee? I mean, you like sitting for everything else… (and fer crying out loud, I had to ban everyone else from my bathroom to keep my tush dry.)
First, I don’t care or notice as much. I’d get around to it eventually…but most women just don’t want to put off cleaning as long as I would. Second, some women get irritated that “you didn’t do it right!” and redo the job themselves, which makes it futile.
I find it rather yucky from what I’ve seen ( not in person ). And I do tend to find people in pain whom I can do nothing to help highly disturbing.
Okay, I’m going to bite the bullet and just ask. ::deep breath::
Women and ladies, what’s with chocolate—especially around that time of the month? Comfort food? Handy source of vital nutrients? Cheap high/self-medication from it’s chemical properties? Just an exaggerated stereotype?
Let me say right off the bat though that I’m a fan of chocolate myself, and I have no issue at all with finding a reason to eat it. But the scientist in me would like to know what it is.
It only bothers me when it’s ongoing and blatant. As in, that guy at the bar has been staring at me like a psycho-killer for half an hour and won’t look away. Gross.
I’m a bartender, so I’m used to being “checked out,” and honestly half the reason guys who own bars hire females is to give the male patrons something to look at…which I guess I’m OK with, since it’s my job.
But I’ve thrown out a handful of guys who just wouldn’t stop leering at me and making me genuinely uncomfortable.
I didn’t think about it much when I hit puberty until I got hit on at the gym when I was 13. I hit puberty early, and I’m 5’10" so guys always assumed I was older than I was; I didn’t even realize the guy was hitting on me til my mother marched over and told the guy how old I was. (To the guy’s credit, he looked genuinely shocked and embarrassed.)
As far as getting scoped out while just walking down the street…I always tell myself and my girlfriends that someday we’ll be old and invisible and we’ll miss the days when we could “turn the boys’ heads.”
I don’t know how widespread it is, but for me it’s true; I don’t have much of a sweet tooth and never have, but for a few days out of the month I find myself strangely attracted to ice cream and Hersheys bars with almonds. Which surprises me, til I glance at my BC pills and realize why.
I’ve read that the chemical properties of chocolate explain it; I don’t know why hormonal changes would make those chemical properties more attractive suddenly, but for me it’s true.
Which isn’t to say that I always give into the craving, or that it’s a HUGE craving or anything. It’s just that I never even glance at the candy aisle at the convenience store unless I’m about to start my period. Which, before I was on BC pills and not quite as regular, was a pretty damn good clue that I was about to start.
Well, if Mrs. Homie were dead or we were divorced or something, the only potential dealbreaker would be if they were little hellions, if she let them walk all over her, if she were abusive, ya know, extreme things like that.
Another potential dealbreaker would be if she wanted to have kids (or have another one). I’ve had a vasectomy - ain’t happening. And I am NOT getting it reversed. I hear that hurts like hell.
Cheap self-medication from the chemical properties. When you’re bloated and clumsy and the whole world is pissing you off/depressing you for no readily apparent reason, that endorphin kick you get from chocolate makes a huge difference. It’s like Midol, but it kicks in faster and tastes a hell of a lot better.
When you’re going through puberty, is it correct that you pretty much want your mom to leave you the heck alone while you sort it out? I’m not talking about the birds and bees talk, just all the other hijinks while you get used to, uh, managing your member…
Do you masturbate as often as I suspect that you do?
