Showing that Blogger Love: Reason I Hate Being a Man
I was inspired to write this after I read The Curse of Eve: Reasons I Hate Being a Woman. You all should check her out !!! Her blog I mean. I’m sure she is quite fine in person.
DISCLAIMER: This is meant to be a JOKE. You know Ha-Ha funny kinda of joke. If You take this seriously then you jsut may be a joke.
Reasons I hate Being Man
Reason # 1
I don’t live as long as my female counterparts, I don’t know if that is a gift or blessing but I kind feel left out
Reason # 2
Turn out that I can get woken up from the libidinous clutches of sleep to investigate sounds or kill insects. There is nothing more absurd than walking investigating strange sounds half asleep with a boner. It is one of the original Commandments Thou shall not bludgeon thy female neighbours ass (a lot of grey area with legal interpretation concerning this commandment)
Reason # 3 Had to learn about gentleness subtlety
I didn’t naturally come knowing about subtlety or tact. For example turns out my over development of leg and lower back strength didn’t help out my intimate relationships especially when my lady friend had to wake up early for work the next morning. Now by default I rut like an old man: slow and ugly.
Reason # 4 Movies
Sometimes I have to not only watch movies but pretend to be into it. It’s not my fault I am genetically predisposed to plotless stories with love, violence explosions, car chases, hot girls, and people getting beat-down.
Reason # 5 Arguments
I was born not being interested in winning arguments. So I have no compulsion to win them. Even if I had that inclination I could not. So I stay silent but my silence is always misconstrued and misappropriated which is why dudes have arguments with other dudes over completely trivial stuff like the weather, the quickest way to get to work, i.e meaningless stuff where there is a clear winner.
Reason # 6 Other Dudes
There are other dudes that always try to show off and exert what little power hey think they have on you by force and administration of pain, we call them the police where I am from.