There are some things that I’ve noticed about guys that bug me a little, and I was wondering why they do them. First of all, the whole “sagging” thing with their pants. (For those of you who don’t know, this is when they wear their pants really, really baggy so that its a marvel that they stay on, as well as exposing their boxers in the process.) Also, the fact that they stare so unabashedly at certain features on our bodies. :eek: I mean, we look at them, but we don’t stare. And the way that they seem to think that it’s some sort of accomplishment to sleep with as many women as possible. What is up with that? Anyway, maybe you can tell me why they do this. What bothers you about guys? And guys, what do women do that annoys you that you can’t seem to understand? Maybe we can explain it for you.
There is absolutely nothing about women that bothers me
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Uhhh… that was an impulse post; I didn’t think before I hit the submit button. This is especially mean since there really isn’t anything that I dislike about women in general. 
My opinion is that, like everything else, it depends on the person. For example, I don’t wear super-saggy jeans. Likewise, if there is something in a certain person that I don’t like, it doesn’t mean that all persons of that gender are the same.
Hopefully this more intelligent response will make up for my previous post.
First,I dont wear “saggies” and I cant explain why anyone would.
As far as bragging about “conquests”,that I cant explain either though it might be rooted in that most animals the male is driven to impregnate as many females as possible and humans have not yet grown past this on a VERY basic level. The fact that we have brains and can control our behavior maybe cant totallly overcome this. I am not trying to excuse this,just offering one possible reason. As far as staring at certain features, I will look,not stare. If you have good breasts,nice legs,great butt, good hair or a sunny smile I will look. BUT(pretend Im single) it make no difference in my perception of the person as far as their personality or desireability is concerned.
I will ask why it seems women go for the creep,slob, neanderthal,etc and leave the good men alone.
(I know, BIG generalization)
I have a question about men, specifically those that are Dads. My question is timely given tomorrow is Father’s day… Why is it when you ask them what they would like for a gift they claim that there’s nothing they need/want/can think of? None of the single, childless guys I know are shy about telling people about things they want, so is it some sort of metamorphosis that men go through when they become fathers? Moms don’t seem to suffer this problem as much.
I was talking to a girl about this the other day. She asked me why guys wear their pants so low. Now, I assumed she was speaking of a few fellows we know that have their pants below their ass. She wasn’t. So I pulled up my shirt and asked if she thought my pants were too low. She said yes. It’s not like I do it on purpose or anything, I agree the overly low pants are stupid. Thats just how they hang on me. Midway on my hips. I don’t try to show off my boxers it just happens.
Wearia
On the subject of clothing, why is it that so many women seem obsessed with wearing clothing that shows as much cleavage that is possible while still technically wearing a “shirt?”
Oh, and the whole bell bottoms thing. Ach!
There really is no intent to show off the boxers, but the fact is there has NEVER been a pair of shorts made that sit in exactly the same place as boxers.
I am generally able to amend this, by, say, WEARING A SHIRT and NOT TAKING IT OFF/LIFTING IT UP FOR NO APPARENT REASON JUST SO PEOPLE WILL SEE MY “ABS OF STEEL”.
And apart from that, baggy pants are unbelievably more comfortable than tight pants (despite what sterile guys will tell ya!)
Um… I don’t really have any particular qualms with female behaviour. Okay, I don’t GET owning more than one pair of shoes, spending more time in a public toilet than it actually takes to pee, or how makeup or shoes can NOT go with any particular outfit, BUT it doesn’t bug me so much…
How about things about your own sex that you don’t get?
I could go on for HOURS about that!
- The general male opinion of lesbians as pornographic objects (they are sexy, they are “easy” and looking at pictures of them is a “great sexy time” - what the…?)
- Cars. The fact that driving one required knowledge of every single working part of them, buying magazines full of pictures of them, being able to identify brands on sight and knowing wether a car you’ve never actually driven is “good” (OR EVEN IF YOU DON’T DRIVE YET!); the fact that cars that have “grunt” are in some way necessary, as if every single car made in the last half a century can reach the maxiumum speed limit anyway; and the fact that driving one brand of car means that any other brand is a complete piece of junk worthy only to be urinated on!
- Going ON and ON and ON about ANY sporting event you EVER win, in INTRICATE DETAIL for the next three days. If you don’t win, you do the same anyway, but go on about how you WOULD if won “if it wasn’t for…” or “except…” I happened to have gotten a gold and silver medal at a STATE TITLES for my sport less than a week ago and have told almost NOBODY! Nor have I even considered that I could have gotten two golds “except…” for anything other than my limited talent!
- Going ON and ON and ON about OTHER people’s sporting events, and criticising people for mistakes in grand finals, state of origins etc. which getting into in the first place is something you’ll only ever dream of!
and 5. the fact that they expect me to CARE about this stuff! Intimately!
And for the sake of using it… :smack:
I’m curious as to the definition of “low pants” as well. I don’t wear mine halfway past my ass, I think that’s ridiculous, but it’s part of a sub culture I don’t belong to. I do, however, wear my pants at my waist level, which is between my belly button and pubs, which is just where they fall and feel most comfortable. Only military/tuxedo pants should come up to the navel, yet I’ve had many a girl ask me why I wear them so low. And I don’t like to brag about my conquests. I like announcing that I enjoy certain activities, but if I can keep those limited to a smaller number of women, I’d be much happier.
As for questions about women:
What’s up with women’s indecisiveness? The only girl I know who constantly makes a decision is my friend Liz, and the only instance in which she does it is when you ask her “So, where do you want to eat?” because she ALWAYS PICKS THE SAME RESTARAUNT! Aside from that though, getting one to commit to a single idea or action is impossible. Anytime you ask them “Well, what would you like to do/eat/see?” the response is always “It doesn’t matter/Whatever/You decide.”
And why is it they never want what they want? I mean, they’ll say “I want X,” so you present them with X and say “Here’s X, just for you,” and they say “Aww, that’s nice, but no thanks.” Then, five days later, they want X again. Or, they accept X, but then suddenly want Y. You complain that us men only want one thing, but at least we know what we want.
And why don’t you let us know when something’s bothering you? Even when we ask specific questions and try and talk about things, you often just say “Nothing’s wrong, everything’s fine.” And then five days later, BAM! Suddenly, we’re fuckers for something we tried to fix earlier. If something’s bothering you, why not just tell us right away as opposed to letting us think everything’s alright until you just can’t take it anymore?
And what’s so hard about understanding that men just like breasts? We’re fascinated by them, we can’t explain it, we just are.
“There are some things that I’ve noticed about guys that bug me a little, and I was wondering why they do them. First of all, the whole “sagging” thing with their pants. (For those of you who don’t know, this is when they wear their pants really, really baggy so that its a marvel that they stay on, as well as exposing their boxers in the process.) Also, the fact that they stare so unabashedly at certain features on our bodies. I mean, we look at them, but we don’t stare. And the way that they seem to think that it’s some sort of accomplishment to sleep with as many women as possible. What is up with that? Anyway, maybe you can tell me why they do this. What bothers you about guys? And guys, what do women do that annoys you that you can’t seem to understand? Maybe we can explain it for you.”
You seem to have identified sub-group B, the baggy pant wearing, leering, “you wouldn’t believe how many chicks I’ve banged” subtype. Most men who fall into the sub group are quite likely to be under 25 and likely still in their late teens. As they mature they can often move from this subtype into other groups, they may still be wearing their baggy pants but may stop leering and bragging about imagined conquests.
I’m not even wearing pants at the moment but if I was, they wouldn’t be sagging so low as to expose my all too practical Fruit of the Loom boxers.
Men look at women and women look at men. Some men and women haven’t been taught that staring is extremely rude behaviour.
I believe that it is in bad taste to brag about one’s conquests with members of the opposite or even same sex.
Perhaps I am just odd and should be put into a subtype of my own?
Now, about those women. You can take any really annoying behaviour and find that women are able to perform those behaviours as well or better than men. (Have you ever seen jarbaby’s sports rants?)
I would rather that people chalk up these annoying behaviours to individuls than use a wide brush to paint all of them the same colour.
For the record, jarbaby’s rants on sports are not in the least annoying but rather very educational and entertaining.
Maybe you could start a seperate thread for this…this thread could get a bit hostile.
Extreme cliché warning:
They spend way too much money on clothes. I have four pairs of pants and my girlfriend has twenty-two pairs. That’s disturbing.
Are we even the same species?
They cry when they watch Party of Five but they can withstand extreme physical pain without even flinching. I got invited to watch when my girlfriend was going to wax the edges of her bikini line. Sounds like fun, I thought. Wrong. Now I get teary-eyed when I have to rip a small band-aid off. Waxing looks about a hundred times worse. I left the bathroom before she even started. I could hear the screams from hundreds of black short and curlies being pulled out by the roots. I was deathly afraid that she was going to turn on me with those sticky torture devices when she finished with herself. The possibility was briefly mentioned. The final result looked great. I told her to go French like the girl in Betty Blue the next time though. It’s not worth it. Surely there must be a better and more humane way?
If not I’m going to find it and become a multi millionaire. How about some sort of liquid nitrogen spray that dulls the nerves? Hm…
Excessive phone talking. This really bugs me, sorry no explanation. It just does.
Chocolate obsession. Every girl I know from my mom to my economic teacher share this obsession. When my mom was nine she walked eight kilometers to the store in the scorching sun just to buy a tiny milk chocolate. I like chocolate too but come on? It’s not that good.
Chocolate is overrated and you know it.
Please don’t flame me…
Girls are strange but they smell good and I like them. There are more things that bug me about my own gender.
If that were really true, girls wouldn’t be able to go anywhere together Sounds like the women you know are trying TOO hard to be nice, something we all tend to suffer from time to time. It’s not usually that they don’t have a place they’d like to go (unless they’re new in town or something) its that they want to go somewhere YOU want to go, but you want to go somewhere THEY want to go, etc. Shouldn’t this phenomenon disappear in a long-term relationship?
Last February - fiance asks ‘what do you want for lunch?’ ‘I’d like to go to that wings place you told me about’ ‘you sure about that?’ ‘yeah, I’d really like some wings… why are we driving by it?’ ‘there’s another wings place we can go to’ ‘no, I want to go to THAT one BACK THERE. Turn around?’ ‘…’ ‘???’ ‘…’ ‘what, does your ex work there or something? I WANT WINGS!’
The wings were GOOOD… 
Male machismo.
Why?
The one thing that bugs me about men is terrible looking combovers. I was paying for some items in a hardware store earlier today and I was behind a guy in his 50’s. The part in his hair started about an inch above his left ear and curved around his head like the stitches on a baseball. On top of that, the hair he did have left was thick and curly, so the bottom part was distorted looking. It looked something like Bozo the clown. Please guys, you’ll look so much better if you get rid of the combover and just cut your hair. You’re not fooling anyone with your oh so obvious combover.
Lenin: As for the cleavage thing, its sometimes hard for us to find clothes that look good and are flattering (in other words, that aren’t old people clothes) without finding ones that show off alot. The bell bottoms thing I can’t explain. Perhaps its that with big flares on the bottom, they take attention away from other large places. Also, they are a return to fashion from the seventies. Something to keep in mind: fashion repeats itself.
Ssarl the happy Martian: Owning more than one pair of shoes- we have more outfits than you, as has already been established. We need more pairs of shoes to go with these outfits. Also, the variety can be fun. The extra time spent in the bathroom is used to fix makeup and hair, as well as just chit-chat a bit (thus, the group bathroom visits). As for the makeup and shoes not matching outfits, well, some outfits are dressier than others. For a dressier outfit, we might wear more makeup than with jeans and a t-shirt. Same thing with the shoes; also, the shoes should match the outfit color wise or at least be complementary. Oh, and by the way, now you HAVE told somebody about the gold and silver medals. Congrats!
El Elvis Rojo: We sometimes like guys to know what we want. We’d often rather hint and have them guess it, so as not to appear to pushy. Also, why do you all have such a fascination with breasts? They’re mamary glands to feed babies, for crying out loud!
Skewbald: I know this is hard to understand, but shopping can be FUN! That’s why we have so many clothes. Also, with dressy stuff, guys can wear the same thing again and again. Its not an acceptable practive for women to do so. As for Party of Five, thats emotional. The waxing is physical. And yes, it does hurt like hell, but then there’s the saying, “beauty is pain.” We want to look good for you. As for the excessive phone talking, we’re catching up with our friends. I know that this is kind of cliche, but we gossip more and spend more time talking about other people and wondering about stuff. Chocolate I can’t explain, its just one of those things. I have heard, however, that it causes the same hormones or something to be secreted as sex does.
How about why men enjoy working on cars/watching NASCAR so much? As a rule, I chide men incessantly who watch nascar. As for the former, if it isn’t broke, don’t fix it!!!
For the record, I am a man and pretty much the only thing I know about cars is where to put the key.
Oh, and I don’t understand NASCAR either. If you think that’s exciting, my office is by the highway - feel free to just sit there and watch the cars go by all day everyday.
And my pants don’t hang down to my ankles.
Colin
Guys wearing low-slung pants. I read an explanation that it started as a solidarity symbol. Apparently, prison-issue ‘trousers’ may fit so poorly they leave the guy’s boxers partially exposed. Among some young males, to have been imprisoned is an anti-establishment war-stripe, worn with pride. They cultivated the low-slung trousers, boxers exposed image as a symbol of their time behind bars. That’s how the trend started, and then of course it just ‘caught on’ and its original meaning became hazy.
This is just something I read somewhere. I have no cites, and I don’t claim any kind of authority for it. If you think it’s crap, fine by me. And I certainly don’t wear my trousers like that.
And now back to the OP…
I like women, love female company. I’m wary of generalisations which may offend. Nonetheless, one minor and one major peeve.
Minor: Non-stop yakking. Not true of all women, by any means. But in my experience, flawed as it may be, I’d say there are a significant minority of women whose jaws are the nearest thing we have to perpetual motion, and who seem dissatisfied with anything less than 90% of the available talk time.
[I know some will say anyone who complains about others hogging all the talk time are just annoyed because *they* wanted to do it! And I’m very familiar with the view that men just want to talk about themselves the whole time, and aren’t good listeners. Well, I don’t, and I am. But I know several women who, having found a good listener, tend to abuse the situation.]
Major: poor self-image or self-esteem because of all the ‘perfect’ images offered in women’s mags, in TV ads, and in other cultural sink holes. This is a real phenomenon, I’ve encountered it quite often, and it’s tragic. I’ve met so many women who are wonderful - smart, attractive, good company, interesting, lovely to hang out with… and yet they have this ‘Quasimodo’ self-image which really holds them back. And it’s very frustrating because there is apparently nothing one can do to undo the damage.
A WOMAN’S GUIDE TO THELOADEDDOG (and most other guys I know).
- Occasionally I will say something with a tinge of sarcasm, or laced with subtlety. But 99.9% of the time THERE IS NO FREAKIN’ HIDDEN MEANING. Please, please please understand this.
Saying, “I think the Tigers will make the semifinals if they don’t lose any more players to injury” does not somehow mean “I’m still thinking about that girl I nearly asked out in 1991”.
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Yes, I’m having a second beer. Deal with it. I’m fully aware of the fact that I “just had one”, thank you very much. I’m not intoxicated, I’m not playing pool until 3am with the lads at the pub. I’m home with you, and that’s cool, but I’ve had a long day at work, and so I’m having another quiet beer in front of the telly. Bite me.
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The dirty dishes can wait until the morning.
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Oh joy! Another bbq at your sister’s house twenty miles away! And we have to leave right now. Fabulous! Should be as much fun as the one last week, and the week before that. Buh bye Saturday.
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No dear, I know a girl from work gave me a lift home… why? Because YOU had the car, and I didn’t feel like freezing my balls off walking to the station at 10pm… What?.. no, I was later home than usual because we copped a bad run with the traffic lights… yes, mighta added a whole… ooooo I dunno… three minutes extra to the journey…no, I’ve long since given up worrying that you think I’m having it off in the car with anybody who gives me a ride home, I just think three minutes ain’t quite enough…
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Yes, you will need to tell me when you’ve have a new haircut. I’m hopeless, don’t worry about it.
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You want to buy new clothes? Fine, but see point 6 above, and be prepared accordingly.
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For the love of God, let the clutch out SLOWLY! My poor car…
[sub]Thank you to my ex for being the inspiration for this post, and also to my g/f for being nothing like that (well not much).[/sub]