Its 3:35 AM, I just finished work, have to wke up in 4-5 hours but …

But I decided to spend some time with you all as I finish this beer and prepare for an epic back work out and make my to-do list of emailing my students, creating a final, calling the landlord of the new place, make deal with the people at the storage facility where I have all my worldly possession finishing install and troubleshooting new software so I can do some new data analyses next week.  It’s going to be a gruelling weekend. I will be working through it and just may go into work on Sunday. So if I am not as active as I normally am please don’t be too upset: The world and its people need a hero, or someone desperate enough to work like a donkey for chump change and right now I’m that idiot asshole guy:

MrMary’s Diary May 7: Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper “no.”

The quote is from the graphic Novel The Watchman by Alan Moore, I personally don’t mind the accumulated filth  I’m a NY’er its kind of what I do. (That statement means a lot more than what it may seem to mean). Once I get a second where I can breath and take a moment to catch up I will be pumping out blog post like John Holmes pumped out  well bludgeoning stress fractures.

ok Shit,

its 4:22 fell asleep on the computer lo, MrMary gets tired it seem

see ya in a few hours

 

Monday Sucked Hard, But Jen&Tonic Made my Day – My POSTCARD Project

[First all I just wanted to say Monday here refers to the day  not a girl I knew by that name, she didn't believe in it so I didn’t waste my time. ]

Today was a tough day at work and with life. I suppose that  we all have to have days like this to make us stop and look at what is going on. I got home today at 11 PM, I have  ton of things to do for tomorrow and Wednesday. I have to also pack things up for the move in two weeks. I have land lords and superintendents to meet, things to grade, exams to create and an endless number of project to complete. I came home and sat down and on my desk I saw my mail. I normally do not get mail. Unless its a court summons or a collection agency.

not the actual postcard but images in post card are actually a lot bigger in real life kind of like the immages in your car mirror

This time however it was a postcard from the Lovely Ms JenandTonic. A couple of days ago I had some extra post cards and I offered to send them out to my readers. I thought it would be cool and nice gesture and a reminder that behind the endless stream of words there are real people with real lives that stop everything to share words with us, or images from there life. Normally under most circumstances I wouldn’t think that 43 words could have such an impact on such a rotten day. But this post card really cheered me up.

A big Thank you to the lovely Ms Jen and Tonic

Jen, If I make it to Austin in October first two rounds are on me !!!, uhm I will pay for them I mean, I didn’t receive a memo about body shots, unless that’s how you like people to show their thanks then we can work something out I am sure. I am going to create a special page on the blog for this post card Project. Again if you havent already please let me know if you would a post card from  MrMary, you don’t even have to send one back you just can just lay back and receive – which last I checked is a married woman’s dream come true.

okie dokie

Dave

MrMary On Blogging: What Would You Do if Your Blog Got Famous ?

What would I do if this blog got famous?

MrMary is prepared for everything. You can rest assured that if my blog got famous I would delete it or  stop writing on it. It’s been a while since I looked at my daily views. You see I write for specific reasons.

I feel that the human voice collectively as well as individually is gradually being silenced. That individual spark that makes us who we are is being replaced by societal political and economic ideologies that we are forced to  espouse in order to live the shattered lives we all lead . Blogging is a means to an end; it allows me to communicate and interact despite the heavy clouds of disillusionment and cynicism. It is a redemptive act because the want to connect with others is sincere. I would sincerely like to connect to people. Fame changes all of that.

The more people are attracted to you the more superficial  their connection to you is  I feel. Then there is this possessiveness and pressure to produce ceaseless because some want to be entertained. Of course the more and more you accede to these demands the more you lose that connection with the inspirations that started you blogging in the first place. The want to connect  sincerely and fame do not follow all the time

You Would Leave Us ?

Not completely, my email will always be mrmarymf.poppins@gmail.com but the real question  or maybe a more involve question is what’s more important to you the reader the writing and stuff that come out of me or  the person behind it. I think I have done a good job of blurring the lines here between MrMary and I.

It has been said that to walk through a garden is to walk through the mind of the Gardener. For the few of you who regularly read this blog, you have walked through my mind, its something raucous humor, it’s absurd  recapitulations of the days events, the sometimes poetic propensities, and some other crazy stuff. I have offended some of you, I have made you laugh, I have opened topic for discussion, and shared with you some of my more human moments. I am more than satisfied with what I have been doing here on ASpoonfulofSuga. I have 2 other blogs and I havent shown them any love. I am drawn to write here so here I continue to do so but every things has its heyday  and then fades. Before I left though I would do leave in an over the top fashion.

Seriously

There is a song in French I remember hearing a lot as a young lad. It told a story of the locksmiths daughter who was a bit strange, she use to hide in a charrette, like a cart if I remember correctly, staring far out into no-where , which used to unsettle the other kids. To add to the strangeness she used to speak aloud – she was in her own little word which made her doll-like voice all the more strange.

One day the other kids in the neighbourhood decided to hide nearby so that they could hear what she was was saying without being detected. and she said some very simple things: ‘Give me some bread to eat tomorrow, Give me eyes to see the blue sky, give me your hand.” It is of course more poignant in French.  Sometimes I feel that these blog post are like that, in the sense that there are moments of levity in my day, brief moment of respite where I am drawn to sit in front of the computer and write. Usually I have no plan, after I write I don’t edit and leave things raw. Actually quite often I come back to these post and read them and they make me laugh and shake my head. I am  writing as much as possible for sincerity and to share the my vision of things as it comes into focus.

I don’t know how compatible that is with fame ?

I would use those 5 minutes of fame before I disappeared to promote other people’s blog and some hum,humanitarian causes I’m passionate about. I had great “conversation” this weekend with some other bloggers, and ran into some new faces. Check these bloggers out:

http://levantwoman.wordpress.com/  I have rarely read a blog as touching and raw
http://tarnishedsophia.wordpress.com – Honest sincere thoughts and comments, I would invite her to starbucks for coffee or some pumpkin spiced over priced bullshit and just talk. She plays PS3 too, which means that she really fucking cool. I might have  to test her skills in MK9
http://www.daanvandenbergh.com/ – Daan is a real person, meaning he isn’t full of shit, he is about something When I make it to the Netherlands we are gonna shoot the shit and drink some beer Heineken first then maybe onto a Dutch Witbier ( thats not a sexual move you do with a Dutch girl named Tess or Lotte, it’s a type of beer)

Anyways

What about You, What would you do if your blog got famous

Dave

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Health Living: Being Selfish is kinda of cool ?!?!?!?!

It has been my observation that intention is superbly important.  The reason why we do thing many a time often dictates the outcome of our action. Hard work, dedication discipline without a doubt play a role but to me they all trump intention. Let me give you an example.

Scenarios

Number 1 A friend is going on Spring break  eh wants to look good at the beach so he can pick up chicks and subsequently pack them like he is working the late shift at FedEx. So he hits the gym we works out hard and gets results goes to spring break has a good time doesnt get syphilis and goes back to the gym and jsut cant get into it. He stops making “gainz”plateaus in all his major lifts and ask MrMary for some advise.

Friend Number 2 is swole but he is about something hence the picture of SwoleBroham Lincoln

Number 2 Another friend see a family member suffer and die of cancer. That experience changes him. He wants to live life more fully than he was before. He figures that he has to devote time to himself to better himself in all aspects. If he doesn’t put his own health and well being and joy first he wont be able to fulfil his responsibilities to those in his life who depend on him well. He decided to learn a new language to read books he has never read and to hit the gym. He wants to build his body and his mind. After 6 months he continues to make gains, his lifts are better, he is a whole new person.

 I have seen this time and time again. A lady who tries to loose weight to yield to familial, friendly or significant other pressuring, never does as well as someone who is losing weight for themselves. These observations lead me to belief that if we do not put our self development and self-actualization as a priority we wont be able to be their as completely as possible for those who need us at work, school, in our relationships. Because of my own medical condition I have to put my health first. I remember when I was in the ER in agony and I kept thinking, I hope I don’t miss to much side work because rent is late.

Cliches

Yeah it is cliche to say put your self first before your significant other family etc, but the reality is when something happens like sickness or illness or something that could have been lessened if you payed more attention to yourself it is already too late. It is amazing what regular check ups can do, but almost no guy over 40 I knows goes willing without a lot of coaxing.

One thing I have noticed personally is that when you focus on cultivating yourself and your skills you can see how one’s well being and development cannot happen in a vacuum. My growth and development is dependant on my family’s growth and development which is dependant on my neighbours etc. I’m not really serious about my own self development if I spend time antagonizing my neighbour. Stendhal said and I agree that we can get everything in solitude, except strength of character.  We cannot grow in the absence of others to provide us the positive and negative stimuli that will spur on growth.

Just my two cents whaddya think ?

 

I cant Listen to my GF’s Ipod: MrMary Converses w/ His Non-Italian Friend akak Fat Fucking Sal

My Observations

We care a lot about how others view us and how much we adhere to what society expects of us that we don’t really spend time I feel being completely ourselves. We present a different version ourselves to every person we meet. We fear being judge so much.

My friend  has been with his gf for many years and she is a very educated women. But her selection of music is kind of not fitting to her status and education or so she thinks. I find it very endearing that even though she is a strong women and very well educated she listens to a lot of as my friend calls it: Hipster bullshit and overly romantic shit. I don’t know this started and this is none of my business but I find it humorous. Basically one can engage in sexual relation with a person,  which to me is as intimate physically as one can get but sharing songs and musical taste is too invasive a move because an image of ourselves created in another’s mind might not fit or match the image we hold ourselves too.

I saw this image on facebook and it made me think:

You know are no point are you being yourself completely. At every moment it seems your living for an image that never could satiate our deep seated need for wholeness.  I know this image is meant to be sarcastic or funny but I think it points to a deeper problem plaguing our society and that is the lack of a entrench self-identity. Just my two cents

THE CONVO (reader discretion is advised)

I have some close male friends. As is typical to males of my age who still have some hope of making something of ourselves we show our affection for each other  by insulting each other or poking fun. I present you this conversation to  hopefully open up for discussion something I have witnessed. The language is crass and vulgar and inappropriate on all levels. But this dude is my friend for many years and I couldn’t bring up and share with you an observation I have had without giving you a bit of our conversation. If You offend easily please don’t read. You can Skip straight to the observations:

MRM: Paisano whats good with ya
FFS: no mucho man
MRM: So ya fat bastard  ready to get this lunch
FFs: yeah Im ready but let’s stop by CVS first

- ah yeah? you need that shampoo
what shampoo ?
that crabs shampoo because you’re building a bridge of understanding between homosexuality and heterosexuality one cock at at time

Fuck you dude lol  ….  Eventually you are going to have to change or grow up  or  “MrMary lady’s Name” will leave yo ass

Yea for what? to date some fat bloated fuck with a better credit score that showers her in gifts of imaginary orgasms …. yeah  I’m perpetually broke but the nuts busted are real

Man you need to get out that little office you work in for some air

Yeah I like it tho …. when I jerk off at my desk its like I’m doing a mini David Carradine – starved of some of that O2  (obscene hand gesture)

< general laughter>

Man that was wrong MrMary’s Nick Name  …

yeah I know I am like the biggest David Carradine fan …. Dude  really we came all this was for some fucking Icy Hot.

Yeha man my whole back is sore

yeah your boyfriend works out …wait for it .. all in dat

Dude there is a lady with her baby

Ok first off judging from my own mishaps there was prolly a lot of trying before the baby came some of it drunk  and misguided if ya get me

Ok Man I am gonna go on line

(waiting in line …….)

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You like this song ?
yeah man

how come ? It’s not your style

well I was listening to my gf’s ipod and I she has this song on it and it grew on me

Me and my lady share an ipod

I couldn’t do that… She doesn’t let me listen to her ipod

wait , so you can put your dirty self all over her privates and proceed to sweat over her like the greasy fugging bastard you are  and do all that shit but cant listen to her ipod.

uhm.., yeah

Wow how far we have fallen, I’m guess that any day now you’ll really have a chat with her and she will tell you she is asexual and you’ll tell her you like throat tickling but in a way she cannot provide

Seriously dude,  We’re in line

My Fault………..

Shit I say To My Therapist: Do You Like the View & Kurt Vonnegut

BACKGROUND: We are meeting on the 17th floor of some building.

MrMary: Do you like the view from here?

Yeah I love the View

MrMary: I find it strange.

Why’s that ?

MrMary: Well The sun could be out, it could be a bright sunny day but because the buildings are so tall literally thousands of peoples could be in the shadows. Those at the high floors of these sky scrappers are as cut off from life and living as the people in the shadows are cut of from the sun, the source of all life in some respect. It’s only at noon time that we have our best chance to be touched as completely as can be by the sun, but for the majority of us we are either working or rushing to fill ourself with food because we are shackled to our desk. This is like the perfect analogy for the 20th Century

__________________________

Ever see the show all in the family

Yeah

do you notice how the American Household is like Berlin After WW2

Uhm How so

MrMary: Well there is a place for the father to be for the mom to be and the children. There are the invisible demarcation lines. Its shows how fragmented we are as a society and how much a role the invisble demarcation lines between race , social status, financial stability, language play a role. its odd we are a nation of immigrants, why would the nuclear family be stressed so much when the most integral part of the immigrant experience was the presence of extended family.

The de fact seal of the United States of America Used to be: E pluribus unum – One from Many. It was supposed to represent that although America  was a violent abusive melting pot we were all united in our identity as Americans. We all shared in that ideology and vision that bound us together as one people. In the 1956 Congress changed that motto to: In God We trust. Which I think was a joke no one realized: amidst growing tension with the Soviets 9 years into the Cold War (if you agree with the historians who place it at 1947) and 7 years after the end of WW2 (1949) we change our motto to In GOD We Trust before we start the many proxy wars and neo colonial activity all over the world like the Vietnam war,

Yeah….. Uhm sorry for the tangent

Who did you say your favorite philosopher was

I don’t have one. All the good ones are dead. its hard to pick the best dead person, it’s like intellectual necrophilia. Im guessing it’s time, and we will see next week

yeah so next tuesday … pause … Have a nice week

Uhm maybe…

Your supposed to say: “yes I will”

many people say to themselves yes I will have a good day then a bomb fall on a mosque their in, the guy commanding a drone doesn’t use the joy stick and using the directional pad makes an error  kids die, someone gets diagnosed with cancer,  or they spill coffee on their crotch…

A Quote from Kurt Vonnegut

OK, now let’s have some fun. Let’s talk about sex. Let’s talk about women. Freud said he didn’t know what women wanted. I know what women want. They want a whole lot of people to talk to. What do they want to talk about? They want to talk about everything.

What do men want? They want a lot of pals, and they wish people wouldn’t get so mad at them.

Why are so many people getting divorced today? It’s because most of us don’t have extended families any more. It used to be that when a man and women got married, the bride got a lot more people to talk to about everything. The groom got a lot more pals to tell dumb jokes to.

A few Americans, but very few, still have extended families. The Navahos. The Kennedys.

But most of us, if we get married nowadays, are just one more person for the other person. The groom gets one more pal, but it’s a woman. The woman gets one more person to talk to about everything, but it’s a man.

When a couple has an argument nowadays, they may think it’s about money or power or sex, not how to raise the kids, or whatever. What they’re really saying to each other, though, without realizing it, is this:

”You are not enough people!”

I met a man in Nigeria one time, an Ibo who had six hundred relatives he knew quite well. His wife had just had a baby, the best possible news in any extended family.

They were going to take it to meet all its relatives, Ibos of all ages and sizes and shapes. It would even meet other babies, cousins not much older than it was. Everybody who was big enough and steady enough was going to get to hold it, cuddle it, gurgle to it, and say how pretty is was, or handsome.

Wouldn’t you have loved to be that baby?

I sure wish I could wave a wand, and give every one of you an extended family – make you an Ibo or a Navaho – or a Kennedy.

The Fascinorous ‘Fro – A New Poster Series based loosely on my life (Potentialy inappropriate)

Sometimes I need a laugh, and when I do I either watch the first two seasons of Dual Survival, or I drink to excess. Usually when I find myself in a place where I cannot do either I make silly pictures. I made some silly pictures and sent them off to myfriends and they laughed, now I am sharing them with you my lovely audience of 5-7 people depending on whether I count my sister because she is forgetful and logs in with multiple names.

 

MrMary

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Pic 1:

Background: For some reason my family decided to vacation in Virginia one day and long story short we were followed by a car draped with the Confederate flag and some hand gestures and racial slurs were made. This happened on I95 South I believe going towards Charlottesville from Lynchburg. Uhm by the way, to me, Lynchburg is a terrible name for a city however I did like the Krispy Kreme Donut Factory just off Odd Fellows Road.

Pic 2

Background: I said something like this as a sarcastic comment once and it made me erupt into laughter. Unfortunately I was the only one laughing. No one else found it funny. I don’t think this needs much more elaboration

Pic 3

Background: I had an ass-hole for a boss at one job and on my last day of work he took me out to lunch. withsome co-workers. I ordered a Grape Soda and was made fun of for that. I mean who doesnt like grape Soda?

Pic 4

Background: I have dated some women who were not black and it made a lot of people uncomfortable. In particular their parents, friends, the police in the train-station, the by standers and passer byes in the streets.

Yes There will be more images

stay tuned and enjoy

 

Maybe This will work: Effective Cat-calls

Having a younger sister to look after helped me be not so much of a dick to women. I understand that filling up the sink with hair, make-up, facial products is a way of life. I also understand how cat-calling is annoying and sometimes a bit degrading, so I never did it. But maybe this kind of cat calling might be good:

Someone Restored my faith in blogging

I’m not saying that to be overly congratulatory. I don’t have it in me. I’m saying that because I mean it.

I blog, under the pseudonym of MrMary MuthaFucking Poppins, and  I have an attitude problem. Well I hate being insincere.  I don’t have a schtick or a gimmick. The same way I am on the blog, I am in life. I like many different things and they are  all reflected here. What gets me is that sometimes I wonder if there is anyone being real anymore in this sort of setting.  I mean what about the person behind the jokes, what about you the real fucking person.

Normally this wouldn’t be an issue for me. The other day I had a slight depressive episode, and I couldn’t write, talk much, or go and comment on blogs and all that shit. I find that when I am depressed, if I dwell in the feeling too long it becomes all encompassing. The things that help return back to normalcy are watching/reading about something real. It takes me out of my own mind which can be a prison and it stirs up real emotions which are my ticket back to reality.

Normally when I read blogs, I am most attracted to “realness”, to sincerity.  Sometimes I feel that the same crap that I thoroughly dislike in my daily life manifests itself in the blogosphere. But what troubles me is that I cannot tell if what I see is really the case because depression colours the lens through which I perceive the world. I do a lot of blog surfing and sometimes fit seems that people blogging are trying to sell me on the fact that they are funny, or hip, or cool, or they are good looking when to me they just have to be. Not funny or witty, just be.  Personally I find a woman who can be herself without being a billboard for socio-cultural constructs pretty attractive. Granted it helps if she doesn’t have penis or beard, has a pony tail and prefers doggy style to missionary but that’s a different story. (Sorry I had to go for that joke)

Do you get what I’m saying?

I am more than willing to concede that I may just be a mad man howling in the wind, the proverbial idiot telling the wind my tale so it cna bring my lamentation beyond the field of my vision.

Blogging is Tough but rewarding

I can generate content easy for blogs. There are many auxiliary things that come with blogging. For me  blogging comes with a conflict. I want to produce quality content, well what for me passes as quality. I also really enjoy interacting with those of you who like the refuse that comes out of my head and like and comment. It’s a delicate balance  between writing and answering everyone for me at least.

I got a chance to read a post from the lady with the 150 watt smile. While she refers to herself simple as Becca, and is clear funny and cute, if I may say so, she is a person of substance. I have the opportunity to work with for an upcoming blog tour but she really put of a real post that was helpful to me.

Instead of leaving a comment on her page I just decided to share with you all this post and take you along the journey, through the obfuscating mentation, and cantakerous diction.

Hear is the Post:

Hanging Up the Tutu

I refrained from some dirty tutu jokes  this whole post are you proud of me ?

 

No Points for riding it Doggy Style

Female Friend: Hey mrmary’s real name is this Cute ?
MrMary: It’s a dog on a skateboard …
Female Friend: yeah he is so cuuuuutttteee…. !!!!!
MrMary: from the way you squealed I’m sure all the dogs in the fucking neighborhood heard that shit.

Female Friend: You’re such a grouch sometimes
MrMary: I’m not a grouch, just not impressed
Female Friend: Why aren’t you impressed?
MrMary: The Dog has four legs ?
Female Friend: Yeah and ?

MrMary: If I had four legs I could ride a skate board real well , no point no extra credit for riding it doggy-style.
Female friend: Say it louder so everyone can hear…
MrMaryOk…. NO POINTS FOR RIDING IT DOGGY STYLE

Female Friend: So what’s impressive to you
MrMary: Simple shit, animals being animals, not animal taught to do stuff to make us feel better or superior or laugh because of a visual absurd  recapitulation of human activity….

Female Friend: Ok …uhm what are you talking about..?
MrMary: (sigh) ok a tapir doing tapir shit is impressive to me

Female Friend What’s impressive about a tapir
MrMary: It has a prehensile penis

Female: Prehensile … ?
MrMary: Prehensile meaning it can grab shit
Female Friend:  huhnnn

Mrmary: Pass me your smart fone

Female Friend: I dont know why I talk to you
Mrmary: because you dont Read and need more age appropriate vocab/

 

Showing that Blogger Love: The Reasons I like being a man

Yesterday I showed some blogger love to the lovely  blogger of the  So I Went Undercover blog.  I read a post of hers The Curse of Eve: Reasons I Hate Being a Woman   and it moved me. After I freshened up I decided to write a post about the reasons I hate being a man. Today the ante has been up hmmm, and I read Ms Undercover’s On The Other Hand: Reasons I Love Being a Woman.

It seems that the want to rub a little salt in my wounds was a partial inspiration for Ms Undercover’s post today. Of course since I am the kind of person who on the one hand enjoys being rubbed, and  cannot leave well enough alone with the other hand (I’m hygienic) I give you

The Reasons I like Being a Man

DISCLAIMER: This is meant to be a JOKE.  You know Ha-Ha funny kinda of joke. If You take this seriously then you just may be a joke.

Side Note: Notice how perspicacious I am, notice the range of my powers of perception. Yesterday I had the feeling that Ms. Undercover was quite the attractive woman. Her post today proves it. Don’t listen to her remarks that her sexy has gone. She’s just being humble.

Reason  # 1

A good breeze means so much more when your genitals are on the outside.

Reason # 2

As a man most facial scars  and laceration cement my status as  a bad boy, or circus performer either way i get chicks.

Reason # 3

In some way shape and form all those toys where you add a little water and watch them grow were originally inspired by you guessed it. A little wetness goes a long way

Reason #4

See reason #3 , as a man I bullshit and exaggerate a lot. It is my bread and butter but I am aware of it, and only in rare cases do I believe the fucking nonsense that I say.

Reason # 5

As a man, I am considered defective in communicating my emotions. I start out with a handicap though I don’t need it. Actually most dudes I know are fucking ignorant, degenerate, goons.  I don’t have to do much to stand above the crowd. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. The bar is set really low.

Reason #6

No one wonders if I am easy or tries to ask me vague questions to find out how easily I will give it up, and if I am easy and don’t get AIDS or some random STD I am considered cool for some reason. And as a heterosexual no one has ever said to me “Spit or swallow?”SO much less pressure.

Reason # 7 No Pretending

When a group of men and or women are telling a dirty or saucy joke and I bust into the convo, no one pretends they are really politically correct or stops the convo because I am easily offended. I don’t have to pretend I’m freshening up by turning on the water in the bathroom and dropping a deuce. I don’t have to pretend that 3 lettuce leafs and one piece of bread is a filling breakfast. I don’t have to pretend I like my co-workers and even the co-workers I hate aren’t trying to destroy me

Reason # 8 The best Reason.

As a heterosexual I get to go on dates with women. They appreciate my foot massages skills and my self-taught cooking and pastry skills. They smell nice and can do all the stuff I cannot do (self-fellating puts too much strain on the neck) like wear sexy lingerie, and laugh at my stupid jokes (well I can do that but it’s not as nice). I can write a blog full of non-sense like this blog and have primarily women readers and commenters. I can share difficult episodes of my life, and they send nice emails of encouragement and support when I share painful events where after many years I am unable to shed a tear about.

So for all my female readership this is one of my favorite James Brown songs

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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.

Reason #7 Oprah

She tells women all kinds of crazy bullshit that some actually believe.