Awww, man, I wanted to talk about the Colt .45 and you guys have gotten all mad at each other!
Here’s why men and women need each other: it takes men to get women to go to the shooting range, but only women regularly carry something that can conceal real firepower. I mean, try carrying an 8" Anaconda in yer manly pants! Not gonna happen! No not the snake the gun!
Seriously though, I have lots of complaints about women, but NONE of them has ever had to do with purse-carrying. I have plenty of complaints about men too, if you must know.
Well, since nobody asked, and I’m in a raving kind of mood, I’ll tell you. Here’s the code: at the beginning of each complaint, I’ll put a boldfaced M or F indicating whether I’m complaining about Males or Females. Both for both.
M F I’m tired of all the toilet seat stuff. Dangit. It’s not a big deal to put the damn thing down for either gender. This is becoming a massive cliche. I prefer the seat and the lid down myself, but women are more like seat down and lid up. Do you see me complaining? Well, yes you do apparently, but until now I’ve repressed it. Really I have.
F Okay, so you’re coworker told you a funny one. Okay, so it’s been a hard day and you need a little psychological break. Fine. Just please don’t laugh at a window-smashing volume for more than 10 minutes! I need a little peace and quiet to do my job, and it’s kinda hard with women laughing there heads off in a cubicle 30 yards away! I’m goin deef here!
M You too, cowboy. You don’t laugh - you strut. On the phone. To your neighbor. To nobody at all for all I know. You’ve just gotta spout off in that biological megaphone you’ve got where most folks keep a mouth, all about how smart you are, or how bad you’ve been treated, or whatever.
F Don’t lie to me you bimbo! I know you can do math! You just pretend not to when I’m around because you think I’ll tell everyone you’re a man in disguise if you reveal that you know how to do fractions. Or maybe you think I’ll think you’re sexy if you show that you’re a bimbo by not being able to do math. Wrong, bimbo, I know you’re not a bimbo!
M See, men like to balance women out. Where a female with a Ph.D. in particle physics will deny she knows anything about, say, particle physics, a male who flunked out of pre-calculus will claim he knows everything there is to know on the subject. This makes each gender much sexier. That’s right, if men didn’t act like overbearing know-it-alls, and women didn’t act like they had their brains switched with guinea pigs, the urge to reproduce sexually would fail utterly, and the race would die out. So tell me more about Hittite literature, sir. I found you very illuminating.
M Don’t bump into me. Yeah I know you’re A LITTLE bigger than the average woman, but they average woman would have found a way not to kick my chair or push me off balance on the subway. Jurkhead.
F Don’t scream unless something bad is happening to you. If you scream because a baby did something cute, or a beetle ran across the sidewalk, I might panic, present arms, and/or radio for backup. It could get ugly, ma’am.
F No no no I’m not talking about all women. I’m just talking about the ones who do these things. If you don’t do them, kudos to you. Have a square of good chocolate to reward yourself. Unless you don’t like chocolate.
- Boris B, Hellacious Ornithologist