The past few days have been interesting to say the least and although I don't care to describe it any further, I will say this...men suck. I'm not just singling out men either. A lot of things suck. Such as cold french fries, the fog that has hung over my neighborhood for several days threatening to send me into a downward spiral of depression and exhaustion, calls from your kid's school where the first words you hear are "I'm sorry to have to inform you of this but...", flowers dying no matter how much you water them or try to keep them pretty, the stuff that's in the Tupperware container at the back of my fridge, and the taste that's in your mouth at the end of a night of hard drinking...you know, the one that makes you look around for the cat that shit in your mouth while you slept...
No...I'm not singling men out. I'm just saying they suck more than any of these things...
They call us confusing, but they're the ones who never know exactly what they want. They're the ones who run away with their tail between their legs whenever they feel as if their personal space has been violated or disturbed in the slightest way. They say one thing today and another thing tomorrow...and then they wonder why women are so irrational. We are driven to irrationality, because we are slowly going insane. It's not a matter of insanity running in our family. We are a product of our environment, which, coincidentally, is full of MEN. Hmmm...need I say more?
Probably not...but I will anyway.
I have already addressed the issue of their stubbornness once in this blog. And again I would like to ask for any input on this subject. Still...at the moment, it's not my biggest issue. My issue is their lack of reliability. One minute they're there for you and willing to do whatever it takes and the next they are gone like in a puff of smoke.
Ha! I just thought of something...there are two men who will both think this is about them. Well, let me also address that issue before it becomes an issue. It's not one of you. It's both of you. And not just you either. It's every person walking this earth with a penis dangling between their legs like an Olympic medal. So many of them seem to think that because they were born with this appendage slapped on their groin like God's afterthought it gives them the right to act like total assholes whenever they choose. Well, fine. From now on I will consider the fact that I have a pussy as my excuse to be a huge bitch to whomever I choose whenever I choose...rational or not. Maybe if all of us women got together and declared mutiny by refusing to give men anything that they want (and yes ladies, this includes sex...sorry, but sometimes you have to suffer for your cause) a lesson will be learned. Quit taking us for granted or we'll burn our high heels and thongs in effigy and you can all go to hell.
Wow...that felt good. I should vent like that more often. Oh wait...I do...
